Which of us, then, does not offend frequently with our tongue? The real problem, however, is not our tongues but our hearts.
Consciousness of exclusion through naming is acute. Identities seem contradictory, partial, and strategic.
Myth and tool mutually constitute each other.
Technology is not neutral. We're inside of what we make, and it's inside of us. We're living in a world of connections — and it matters which ones get made and unmade.
A cyborg is a cybernetic organism, a hybrid of machine and organism, a creature of social reality as well as a creature of fiction.
We have all been injured, profoundly. We require regeneration, not rebirth, and the possibilities for our reconstitution include the utopian dream of the hope for a monstrous world without gender.
Why should our bodies end at the skin, or include at best other beings encapsulated by skin?
It's impossible in our postmodern era for anyone to be original - for anybody to do what Jackson Pollock did.
And just about the time I feel like screaming and finding me a wall to punch right through, I look up and I just can't help smiling, it's you.
Since I met Starsmith, my producer, I really feel like I'm making music because we write it together and produce it together. I've got a proper involvement in the end product as opposed to just writing a song and finding someone else to produce it.
I rarely play a real person, because I don't think I'm a good imitator.