Yesterday there was a big party behind Konstfack. A club called Landet celebrated 3 years, a long time in club terms, and had rented a factory with a capacity of 1500 people or so. My brother and Jonas are heading there with their respective clicks of friends. I’m supposed to meet up – first one there is the que placeholder.
Turns out that half ten there are more than 3000 people there. It’s like a very big lemming-fest. I estimate the wait to be at least an hour and a half, in the dark and cold, send Jonas a picture over the phone, and abandon the party-hardy-all-nighty plan, and settle for beer.
The weekend has been spend playing a repetetive flash game that I will not link in fear of addicting you, and catching up on all the podcasts that I’ve been downloading but haven’t bothered with. Particularly fascinating is the videocast that CDC (Center for Disease Control) is putting out. In their series on the history of biological terrorism, none of the spokespeople look into a camera, looking rather as were they recording a radio-show. Or they are mechadroids, with even their pauses and emphasis scripted.
Anyone who believes that the US doesn’t perform clandestine experiments with biological weapons anymore, would you say I am a cynical person?
In a panel on “HIV preventtion among homosexual men of colour” this haircut showed up. It’s recent footage, mind you. Most vidcasts they put out look like something that might have been created for ‘Lost’ or ‘Resident Evil’ – in my mind their esthetic can only refer to movies and dystopic writing.
It’s depressing to see how easily all expressions of human culture, no matter how subversive, are assimilated into the katamari damashii of capitalism. It’s not that the expression is watered down, it’s the ultimate hopelessness of there ever being anything that might challenge it in itself. Something desctructive, infectious, viral and parasitic. We could use a cultural immunodeficiency virus. One of the good things that might come of the pirate movement and the trickle down of extremely complicated technology, is that it might cripple the system that also relies so heavily on it.
How can we destroy the way we relate to our world, not just for the hell of it, but because it’s infuriating to feel that ones language, ones thoughts themselves, are not ones own and all that you can relate intellectually to is the Magna-Retarda of contemporary society.
Oh, and if you’re ever annoyed with me filming you, you actually only draw attention to yourself by flipping me off. Like so:
