It is surreal to watch the news on a nightly basis and see the oil in the gulf of Mexico make its unstoppable way to shore. Surreal because it’s all too familiar a sight. I remember walking on Santa Monica beach in 1969 and being…
Technosocialpolitical musings somewhere between Utopian Ideals and grim realities
It is surreal to watch the news on a nightly basis and see the oil in the gulf of Mexico make its unstoppable way to shore. Surreal because it’s all too familiar a sight. I remember walking on Santa Monica beach in 1969 and being…