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This, my loves, is why I love postmodernism so very, very much. Artist + twitter + sunburn + other people's random twitpics = peniscon. Random, fantastic and an absolute delight. I asked a guy I follow on twitter what he thought of the film adaption of Coetzee's Disgrace, a few minutes later I get a DM asking for my email. Ten minutes later, I have a long mail of his thoughts to wallow in. Just, yum. When I'm back at campus, I will indulge myself and scourge the shelves for anything on postmodern theory.

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This, my loves, is why I love postmodernism so very, very much. Artist + twitter + sunburn + other people's random twitpics = peniscon. Random, fantastic and an absolute delight. I asked a guy I follow on twitter what he thought of the film adaption of Coetzee's Disgrace, a few minutes later I get a DM asking for my email. Ten minutes later, I have a long mail of his thoughts to wallow in. Just, yum. When I'm back at campus, I will indulge myself and scourge the shelves for anything on postmodern theory.