Most modern media output is forgettable, timewasting garbage.

Baited Hooks for the eye and mind; there is no nourishment to be had there, and no small risk for open, inquiring minds.

With the torn lips from getting caught too many times recently, I worked up a little exercise to navigate our treacherous, infohazardous landscape.

I've been listening to, and transcribing, the most excellent, heady and oddly nostalgic Technopagans at the End of History talks, led by Terence McKenna and Mark Pesce at the Esalen Institute, California, USA in August 1998.

It's a total blast – before social media, let alone talk of banning teenagers from it; even before the parabolic acceleration of Dotcom boom.

This is a glimpse of the glorious dawn of this strange day of digital revolution that we're now living amid the ruins of.