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dubdobdeeso the FT/Popular massive put on a themed competition to celebrate/explore the full important of its analysis of pop and the world and stuff, and EVERYONE CAME. Everyone meaning all nations, sub-nations, splinter nations, radical oppositions and WHATEVS.
To game the project their way: to turn the map -- as FT/P outlaid it -- into the realisation of the ultimate territory it implied.* Which in my own case -- as a WHATEVS obvs -- means the realisation of the full-on McLaren-Carmodian message-begins-when-the-artwork-ends manufactured chart-prog reality-gaming politico-aesthetico situation-overturning alien tongue-pressure TOTALITY MOVE.
What did this look like, you ask in amazement! It looked like -- paging![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rechabite! -- an Escalator Over a Hill! A handsome modernist escalator in gleaming black and silver, going over the STIPERSTONES!
Naturally, I started up the escalator, because I wanted to check out what Vietnam were up to. As I ascended, someone from the massive (I think Mr TimTimthebopkids HopkinGreenFrog) yelled up that I should look out, as this was a very important day in Vietnam. And I looked up, and serried ranks of vietninjas, in black silk pyjamas, were riding DOWN the very stairs I was riding UP. Yoijnck, as M.C.Escher** would say!
*Note to those playing the "And did you see Marx-as-a-young-Hegelian clear?" drinking game: consumer powerful snifter here!
**Dr V!ck's second cousin! Trufax! Might be a bit more removed than once but basically trufax!
To game the project their way: to turn the map -- as FT/P outlaid it -- into the realisation of the ultimate territory it implied.* Which in my own case -- as a WHATEVS obvs -- means the realisation of the full-on McLaren-Carmodian message-begins-when-the-artwork-ends manufactured chart-prog reality-gaming politico-aesthetico situation-overturning alien tongue-pressure TOTALITY MOVE.
What did this look like, you ask in amazement! It looked like -- paging
rechabite! -- an Escalator Over a Hill! A handsome modernist escalator in gleaming black and silver, going over the STIPERSTONES! Naturally, I started up the escalator, because I wanted to check out what Vietnam were up to. As I ascended, someone from the massive (I think Mr TimTim
thebopkids HopkinGreenFrog) yelled up that I should look out, as this was a very important day in Vietnam. And I looked up, and serried ranks of vietninjas, in black silk pyjamas, were riding DOWN the very stairs I was riding UP. Yoijnck, as M.C.Escher** would say! *Note to those playing the "And did you see Marx-as-a-young-Hegelian clear?" drinking game: consumer powerful snifter here!
**Dr V!ck's second cousin! Trufax! Might be a bit more removed than once but basically trufax!
