Crosstown classless
“Say there, A.J., how are ya? Congrats on the World Series and all that. I was wondering, do you wear the championship right on this finger or this finger?” Whack!
Views From The Tank
Clowns at the circus
etc., recall the word
resoldered here
in a pane of sand.
— R. Kenney
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Ghost Ecosystems and Terrible Lizards
I teach a course at CU Denver on urban technologies where, to the bewilderment of most students, we begin by studying a decrepit urban typology somewhat unique to the American West: ghost towns. Where students are expecting robot cars and sparkling sci-fi skylines they get depopulated ruins and crumbling foundations. It takes several sessions before […]
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Holiday Frights 2022
Welcome to another annual edition of recommendations for your spooky Christmas needs. (Click here to skip right to the reviews.) Last year I mentioned the few contemporary remnants of the Victorian-era love of wintertime ghosts, but the linkage between short, dark days and the urge for flesh-tingling storytelling goes back a lot further than that. Shakespeare in A Winter’s […]
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An update on the Marhaver Lab campaign
I turned 50 last month. It’s a funny age. Old for sure, but not ancient; closer to the end than the beginning, statistically. Maybe because of that memento mori I seemed naturally to be thinking less about the present and more about the future — a future far enough out that does not include me. […]
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