Carl Dixon currently works in Laos as an English sub-editor at Vientiane Times. As an indecisive young man with too many interests, he is quite the dilettante. However, when pressed, he will list these interests in such indistinct terms as music-based subcultures, online communities, lo-fi aesthetics, borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties, and transgressive literature. He seeks comfort in the tribalism of football, whilst revelling in its unifying appeal. When travelling, he doesn’t take many photos, rather seeing himself as a flâneur. He enjoys chasing youth’s endless summer; however – and he is generally not a fatalist – he feels that is fated to end once he finally succumbs to the commitment of a PhD.
He has worked as a lecturer and research assistant at the University of Newcastle, Australia, where he completed his honours in Film, Media and Cultural Studies in 2009.
This blog has become a receptacle for his respectable thoughts after previously going by descriptions like ‘listening to songs to live life to listen to songs to’… or ‘mixtape: of my mind’ or ‘shit what is doing it for me right now and how it tangles with my life’.
Electronic mail – carl.dion.dixon [at] gmail.com
What a lovely morning coffee read =)
It’s good to see you writing.
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