The other day I read a paper by Beatriz Preciado entitled Pharmaco-pornographic Politics: Towards a New Gender Ecology (in Parallax). We are facing a new kind of capitalism that is hot, psychotropic and punk. … The new world economy does not function without the simultaneous and interconnected production and deployment of hundreds of tons of [...]

As I was organising my bookmarks (yes this is serious life cleaning going on here) I revisited an article in the Guardian about some astrophysicists who have discovered a great cosmic nothingness more than a billion light years across. What does that do for materialist politics I wonder? ‘Matter, its so outdated you know… How [...]

While I was in New York recently I participated in a panel for my friend Caitlin Berrigan’s public art offering at the Whitney. In making and discussing the work that she served up, Caitlin drew on the Anthropophagite Manifesto by 20th century Brazilian artist Oswalde de Andrade. The basic tenet of this manifesto, as can [...]

Sorting through the detritus of last year to make way for the next – better late than never – I came upon this quote from Cyril Connolly jotted on a scrap of paper: “The goal of every culture is to decay through over civilisation… the civilsation of one epoch becomes the manure for the next.” [...]

I read an article on the New York Times yesterday about some abattoir workers whose job blasting pig brains with a high pressure air hose left them so covered in the stuff that they developed an immune reaction to it. Due to a close correspondence between pig and human physiology, their immune system subsequently mistook [...]

I had an unfortunate incident with my lambs tails recently. I was New York city and I got a late night call from Australia to say that there was a bad smell coming from my office (where I was keeping two freezers full of 400 lambs tails). To cut a long story short it turns [...]

One of the most enjoyable moments I had when I visited New York City recently was at the laundromat. Something about a moment of stopping. Being squashed into the the almost subterrain warmth and hum. A child moves from bench to bench uninhibited, chatting to the other washers. We all sit and wait for the [...]