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PRIZE-WINNING AUTHOR’S SHAME
A very long time ago, I helped cook sausages at fundraising-fairs and so on. One day, I took time out to enter the art competition. I was the only entry, so I won the prize: a book called “How To Draw”. What was the fair that felt that I needed this book? The Blind Fair.
So I took the hint and tried other jobs: rat-catcher, biology teacher, and so on. Then I wrote a book of the things that make my students laugh or throw food. The book is about our ridiculous expectations of genetics, IT and conservation, and it is sure to have something that you really hate, so go ahead and post a comment at propagandaa.com You might even like to read the book first - it is at the same site, one chapter a week.
Made me laugh at myself to be so deluded to think that I was being swept along on a wave of benign information towards a better life. I thought we were pretty special, but we haven’t shown much evidence of prescience. The fortune teller story was hilarious, but politically we’re not even as observant as the shonkiest of fortune tellers in extrapolating the outcome of our actions on the planet. I’d better start making friends with those machines, to have a slim chance of being looked after in the next information wave.