If Cowboys & Aliens has one tenth the genius of this (which I will never forgive myself for leaving off the interesting sf list), it will be quite good. But I bet it hasn’t.
Catching up on: To Die For, Lucy Siegle’s eye-opener on the fast fashion industry, in which people admit to throwing away their used socks & underpants because it’s “cheaper” than washing them.
Also Fire Season, Philip Connors’ contemporary firewatching classic: not quite Desolation Angels, but a man unafraid to write this
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One indisputable charm of being a lookout is the sanction it offers to be shed of the the social imperative of productivity, to slip away from the group hug of a digital culture enthralled with social networking, the hive mind, and efficiency defined as connectedness. I often think of a line from Arno Leopold: “Nothing could be more salutary at this stage than a little healthy contempt for a plethora of material blessings.”
into the present climate, where it will be received as at best misanthropic (when did the rejection of materialism become synonymous with the rejection of some basic level of humanity ? Answer, during the Thatcher period) & at worst a criminally elitist attack on everybody else, deserves to be read.
Speaking of jellyfish, this film was interesting as I remember: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363235/
I love jellyfish and I love cowboys….who would have thought…*sigh*
Glad you enjoyed that, Mia. I like their city & their building too, their whole implied life. & the mention of “Eric”, as if this is only an incident from some longer, lost movie. (Maybe a whole two minutes longer.)
Thatcher? Since Feuerbach at the very least
Maybe. But it’s the whiney Blair revision of Thatcher’s version we have to face up to here & now. I hate to argue proximate cause, but.