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Blogs about: Animality
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... edges, dancing in the the empty rooms of an unoccupied building and skirting liminal zones containing horses and broken cars.
Arnold is an expert at capturing nature, the weird city kind of animality that threatens at every moment to encroach on the metropolis (think of the increasing boldness of London's urban foxes, now all the way up to St Paul's). This nature, flocks of birds, and ...
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... over-decorated, four-cornered cell of youth, money, death and design into a far more fertile space of investigation. This has been encompassed by predominant and often blending interests in hum/animality, architecture, dreams and information control. In 1804, the obscure French revolutionary philosopher, Destutt de Tracy, asserted with bold clarity that "ideology is a part of zoology". ...
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New from Columbia University Press: Animal Lessons: How They Teach Us to Be Human by Kelly Oliver.
About the book, from the publisher:
Philosophy reads humanity against animality, arguing that "man" is man because he is separate from beast. Deftly challenging this position, Kelly Oliver proves that, in fact, it is the animal that teaches us to be human. Through their sex, their habits, ...
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... utterly confounding, intentionally obfuscating and always entertaining terms certain writers and academics sometimes use to sex up the titles of their papers. My fave: “Pray, Sir, Whose Dog Are You? Nobility and Animality in Eighteenth-Century French Hunting Pictures.†This list, which is definitely one for the ages, reminds me of Gary Kamiya's much-circulated essay for Salon, jokingly... ...
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... two year old, horrific acting and dialogue, Power Rangers-magnitude costumes and action scenes and really bad CG are just a few of this stinker’s special moves. Master your Animality!!!
Dead or Alive. Despite being sold off on the strength of having tons of sexy chicks with kicks, this actually kinda disappointed in terms of fan service (not hot enough). The story was simple enough and the ...
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... he could have anything he wanted. So, you see, Cuss had reasons to have a chip on his shoulder. He wasn't like Fuss, or Dad, or Mom. He was his own feline animality. He might as well feel as if he was adopted. For no one would treat their own biological cat son that way. No one!
Tune in again in a few days hopefully sooner than this last one for more ...
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