So now I am relaunching this blogspace, with the main criteria being that I have to make it less pretentious. Which should be pretty easy. I have always been aware of my authorial responsibility not to waste people's time, but now more than ever, when I discover by reviewing our statistics that we had over 13 page views in the last year and a half I feel ultra compelled to make a linguistic product that is not only high quality, but also high entertaining.
"Yeah yeah, easy for you to say," I hear literally you (singular) saying: "You mark my words, this is going to be the most readable blog ever...yada yada yada...it's all just introductory talk of reminiscent of the hyped stylings of that professional hyperbolising tendency selling enthusiasm cheap and sincerity dear, the excitable MC, the desperate PR man, the DJ as the drowning grotesque parody of superlative enthusiasm with ever declining hopes of becoming an articulate sound rising above the pseudo keen babble reaching out across all dimensions of the human sensory spectrum that is the advertising worlds only aggregated contribution, driven on by the ever imposing imperative to sell sell sell the fucking world of every ounce of whatever creation of our minds can be commodified, bundled and shipped into the consciousness of another. In return for the requisite fee, paid in whatever consensus reality fiction the markets have confidence in."
Yeah well fuck you. I'm about to upload three essays. They are about neoliberalism and the past 20 or so years of the NHS, the postcolonial tanglings of the City of London Corporation, and then my favourite one - biopolitics, affect and the self. You can read them and then you'll see exactly what kind of a vacuous electron thief I am.
