Posthuman Blues

I chanced upon a great "New Age" radio program an hour or so ago when my finger slipped on the remote control. I just might have to rethink my ban on radio. A year ago I found myself tolerating -- indeed, enjoying -- NPR. Then the Iraq war started in all its malicious, misguided fury. Before too long I had come to identify NPR with the U.S. invasion itself and couldn't stand the sound of it; given the choice, I would have preferred the oblivion of static.