I think instead I'll go to hear Sabine Bitter and Adriana Kuiper speak as part of the show Architecture and Disaster, now on in the gallery at the Western Front. The show looks at the fetishization of fear and disaster through the built environment.
You see the dilemma though? What if critical practice leads altogether in the wrong direction? Not because it is incorrect, illogical or unethical, but because it engages the wrong parts of the person? Or the wrong conception of how the person is organized? (What if it isn't discrete?)
In other news, a few publications have appeared in the last bit: My short story "I Love Liver: A Romance" just came in The Year's Best Science Fiction. A little slice of "Sybil Unrest" (from the section Rita Wong and I have affectionately, though temporarily, been dubbing "The Empire Strikes Back" or "The Two Towers") came out in The Golden Handcuffs Review, in a poetry section edited by Jacqueline Turner, and in the company of such luminaries as Meredith Quartermain, Peter Quartermain, Jeff Derksen and Steve Collis. Finally, it seems the New York Review of Science Fiction has published a review of When Fox Is a Thousand, which I have yet to see, having let my subscription lapse over the course of the summer's mayhem. Jennifer Stevenson is kindly sending me her copy.