That old mole

I'll be your author this evening
I'll be your author this evening

I moved to Los Angeles in October 2006, for a strange contract, in this strange specular land. Then, as now, I was reminded of our friends at the Bureau of Public Secrets who so presciently remarked of 21st century LA:

As the world of the spectacle extends its reign it approaches the climax of its offensive, provoking new resistances everywhere. These resistances are very little known precisely because the reigning spectacle is designed to present an omnipresent hypnotic image of unanimous submission.

Year by year, things get queerer here, in this pastiche of post-modern archaity I now call home.

As readers can now see, I have joined Metblogs, at the invitation of our dear editor, Lucinda Michele. I hope to add to this site some socio-political musings on the psycho-geography of LA. Perhaps even fulfill some lofty ambitions of making y’all folks think just a little bit harder about this city around you. We’ll see.

As to me, you’re welcome to sleuth around more. I am not hard to find on Google, and my bio gives some (oblique) pointers. Perhaps it’s enough to say that I’m old enough, and over-educated enough, to have thought about a thing or two; but neither old nor wise enough to hold my tongue when I should.


6 thoughts on “That old mole”

  1. Looking forward with some trepidation to your being neither old enough, nor wise enough, to hold your tongue. :)

  2. welcome to the sandbox, we all play quite well with others, most of the time. Most don’t bite unless you ask them too.

  3. Welcome to Metblogs. I look forward to following your loose tongue (or keyboard keys), and the ensuing storms of passionate comments. Or maybe vice-versa.

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