Category: Essay
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The Braid of the Landworker’s Alliance UK
Once upon a time, simple bands of hunter-gatherers roamed the earth. But then BANG! Agriculture came onto the scene. A Revolution! With it the grain surpluses upon which Empires were built… So the story goes… We say our human ancestors were hunter-gatherers. Then came the farmers and ploughmen, enabling a surplus upon which new divisions…
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Sewage Scenarios
The #SewageScandal (in the UK) is both entirely predictable and entirely unavoidable given the status quo. It’s the inevitable conclusion of the current scenario we are moving toward. Let me explain: A couple of years ago I was hired to empirically create long-term scenarios for water management in Southeast England, paid for by Southern Water…
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To be or not to be a man
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After the Pandemic, A Living Nightmare?
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Invasive ‘Eco-Austerity’ Algorithms: A Horrible Green Dream
Digital algorithms are becoming pervasive. In a moment of reflection on them a dystopian scenario of the future occurred to me. In this future, ‘life’ will have been further converted into transactions. There is a tendency in capitalism to already think of any relation between things as a transactional exchange. Algorithmic capitalism increases this in…
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Post-Truth and why its not all Bollocks
I am speaking to an acquaintance in the crumbling posterior of a pub when it occurs to me that the post-truth monologue coming at me is an attempt at grasping what is beyond their realm of ‘the known’. Instead of post-truth being some sort of contemporary phenomenon of talking political shit, the ‘post’ in post-truth…
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Gilet Jaunes: Mobilising to Challenge the Political Order
Across France people have been donning yellow vests (gilet jaunes) and taking to the streets to protest their government. To those outside France it may appear as just another year of French people protesting. However, the mobilizations have not been organised by labour unions nor established political groups. Instead, the signs are that many of…
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How Hunters Make Sense
It had been a long winter’s hunting season with only a few partridge shot. We had spent it strenuously combing the countryside in the day whilst sleeping restlessly with anticipation at night. Waking well before any cocks had crowed or signs of day had risen, we trudged for hours through bracken and bushes, and over…