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game plan Summer 2021 Playlist

game plan 🎵 Playlist > Summer 2021 Gabor Szabo - Mizrab Nafas - The Spy from Cairo Kenny Burrell - Chitlins con carne John Lurie - Chaucer Street Funkees - Korfisa Funky Destination - I

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clean sweep - Spring 2021 Playlist

clean sweep 🎵 Playlist > Spring 2021 Allah-Lahs: Ela Navega Altin Gün - Nem Kaldı Drab City - Just Me and You Deepspacepilots: Space Ghost Novelle Vague: O Pamela Thievery Corporation:

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full court press - Winter 2020 Playlist

full court press 🎵 Playlist > Winter 2020 Věra Chytilová: “Sedmikrásky” (1966 film) Messer Chups: Vamp Babes (2002 score) John Wright: South Side Soul Tracy Chapman: Gimme One Reason Solomon

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Ovid TV Enters From Left Field

The reason I wanted to check out Ovid.tv was to watch the documentary about a small town in Southwest China, called Ghost Town. There was a showing of it several years ago that I missed and I was su

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reality bites back - Autumn 2020 Playlist

reality bites back 🎵 Playlist > Autumn 2020 Gil Scott Heron: Lady Day and John Coltrane Tribe Called Quest: We The People Deltron 3030: Virus Thievery Corporation: Thief Rockers The Aval

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Futurecon 2020

Bubbling up in the simmering pot of our incomprehensible global pandemic, it is wonderful to realize that an event like Futurecon, has formed in the broth! The brainchild of many organizers, includin

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reCONvene 2020

The New England Science Fiction Association, NESFA, has been running cons for a while. Getting close to sixty consecutive years. They managed to squeak out a terrific Boskone 57 in February of 2020,

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Synthetic Drugs on a Bummel

The Song of Synth by Seb Doubinsky is a science fiction novel about about a strange new drug that creates a fungible boundary between our perceptions of real and virtual worlds. The story fits loose

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Cyberpunk Culture Conference

“Early cyberpunks drank the kool-aid of neoliberal transreality,” Sherryl Vint In this surrealistic slow-motion transformation of our human society we have all become Number Six, isolated in our own