It is the Abomination of Desolation, not seen by prophecy far off in some fabulous future, nor remembered from terrible ages by the aid of papyrus and stone, but fallen on our own century, on the homes of folk like ourselves: common things that we knew are become the relics of bygone days. It is our own time that has ended in blood and broken bricks.
Or, a theory about the mess we’re in.
MIME, the Multipurpose Internet Mail Extensions, seems like a good idea: what’s not to like about being able to send arbitrary data by email? In 1996, when I wrote the below, I didn’t think it was.
Or: Hi-Fi and the death of truth.
Michael Johnston runs a website dedicated to photography. He also promotes anti-scientific nonsense about audio: you should not support him.
And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
‘Those who control the present can rewrite the past’ — Anne Fortier
In 2016 you voted for brexit. But you voted for it because the leave campaign lied to you, of course: not because you didn’t like foreigners very much and didn’t care very much about your children’s future.
Whatever you think about brexit, there is something which matters more. And brexit is not compatible with that thing.
Welcome to the age of the clown fascists.