Worldwide Updates: Chinese defectors and French dinosaurs

As this blog is purely idiosyncratic, or what some have called "unfocussed," I can only continue in that manner -- that is as the Millerians would say with a properly serious mystifying Euroface -- insist upon my DESIRE by continuing to blog about the pressing and peripatetic issues on my mind. We are in Paris and have not had consistent internet access until now. Paris has been hot and is very expensive, but most of all it has the air of the Reagan eighties -- roving bands of discontented youth, graffiti, shantytowns, a dizzying array of homeless people, psychotics and alcoholics wandering the streets and soaring real estate prices. I'm only slightly exaggerating.

This Taiwanese commentator offers a solution for Chen Yonglin's stalled request for asylum in Australia.

The other things I have to say about Paris have to do with the deplorable and increasing irrelevance of those who call themselves Lacanians. I will come out here to say that I am engaged in an analysis here, conducted when I am not on site by email, but that spurs me all the more to make absolutely clear that something is truly awry in these groups of erstwhile radicals talking about "liberating the subject" from the "Other," the dizzying array of identity choices under late capitalism, and yes the ever present, the ofted cited Antigone. Just because Lacan commented on it, the Millerians and post-Millerians feel as if they have to cite it sans fin! In fact, I think that psychoanalysis may be dead, but that rest assured the symptom is alive and kicking.

Now how do I reconcile my interest in the Lacanian movement with my other intellectual investments these days? Let us say that my passion for Lacan's teachings was once intellectual, has emerged as historical, flirted with the anthropolgical and is now firmly PALEONTOLOGICAL. For yes, you heard it here first, the dinosaurs do walk the earth, in Paris' Latin Quarter no less.

To be continued....