Apologies to all for my neglected lifestream which these last two weeks has been more stagnant pond. I got caught up in tsunami of new projects and deadlines (lots of liquid metaphors here). Anyway, I’m no longer drowning (or indeed Google Waving) but have a hour or so to catch up on some reading and write a post or two.
I must admit I’ve felt a bit hesitant about engaging with this bit of the module as the notion of the ‘posthuman’ (my spellchecker keeps converting to ‘postman’) turns me off a little. Everyday, as I check my junk folder for real mail amongst the spam (dolphins caught in tuna nets?) I delete messages advertising products that cure hair loss, weight gain, wrinkles and sexual dysfunction (the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse of Ageing). The digital, then, is constantly reminding me of this oh too solid flesh.
Here’s a picture (every blog post needs a pic) of my youngest son a moment after birth taken on my iPhone. It’s a combination of the ‘clean’ digital (the shinyness of All Things Apple) and the ‘messy’ corporeal (shit, blood, vernix etc.). I love this picture though for the squashed-face placidity of my minute-old, water-born son:
My next post will be about the set readings …
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