Tuesday, 29 September 2015
I have quite a fractious history with Facebook. I deleted it in January 2010 upon returning from a few months in Paris, and didn't rejoin until last December. Following my return, I made the unpleasant discovery that Facebook seems to have become a forum for juvenile and frankly toxic political ranting. I have found myself drawn into awkward and unpleasant disputes with friends of mine whom I previously considered to be intelligent adult human beings, now somehow transformed by Facebook into the most pathetic kinds of 5th form Marxists. I didn't want to see my friends diminishing themselves like this. And so, about two weeks ago, I quit. I don't think I'll ever go back.
The latest issue of the SLQ has hit the stands. Its Sentinel Champions section features the winning entries for the SPM Publications May poe...
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Behold Sonnet 75, which I wrote this afternoon, and had the effrontery to submit to Trip Advisor as a review of Leigh Delamere Service Stati...
British Library EThOS: On the singularity of the world : an actual-counterpart theory of modality