Was I really joking about how I feel about traveling just a month ago? Well, I must admit that I…
Gabor Erlich
I hate traveling and ‘explorers’. Yet here I am[1] at the National Library of Iceland writing my blog. Okay, hate…
Moving on Reykjavík, Iceland. Jumping right in, the very first day surprised me with ‘orange weather warning’, but even the…
Last time I wrote about some very personal anxieties and the ways I have been trying to cope with them….
At the end of my last entry, I finished with a vague statement referring to the political turmoil of my…
What follows might be a bit ‘all over the place’, which, I believe is okay for at least two reasons….
‘I’m painfully aware that the way I have arranged the writing of this book assumes—both about me and about my…
Last time I left you with some unfinished thoughts on class issues, to which, I promise, I will get back…
Arrival A month has passed since my first entry here, a rather dense one, really. Far, far away from the…
Autonomy-as-the-critique-of-autonomy This is something I’d like to talk about because lately I’ve been spending most of my time understanding some…