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brain food

amidst all the cup talk going on here, i realised that it's time for something a little more substantial. metafilter posted links today to a debate between intellectual giants noam chomsky and michel foucault.

i do agree somewhat with the comment that they fall into the trap (both in these segments and in their respective writings) of becoming almost incomprehensible, barricaded as they are behind their wall of academic bafflegab (academics would say that they are seeking language which is as precise as possible), but their arguments do shine through.

and in the age of bill o'reilly, fox news and henry rollins' new concubine, it's nice to see that the media aren't always simply conveyers of pap for the lowest common denominator.

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