it's April Fools day.
I have no particular plans to celebrate (beyond calling up my sister, who was working in a different part of the prison, & asking if her refrigerator was running. she politely asked if I would be so kind as to fuck off), but last night it was thrust upon me in kind of a wierd way.
anyway, a couple of weeks ago I bought a Palm Pilot--about which I'll write further some other time, except to say that I quite like it as I can, using AvantGo, upload the days news & sundry articles from the BBC, NYTimes, Washington Post, & several other agencies & read them at work until the batteries give out--
anyway, last night I came across this last night on the Guardian's page & was sort of in awe at what seemed to me to be one of the most brilliant fake-news-articles slash comment-on-the-political/martial-climate-we're-in-right-now...
as the night wore on, I kinda thought about it a little more & realized that it probably WASN'T fake (after I'd spent a little bit of time attempting to anagram the names of the artists--figuring the hoax would be THAT sophisticated--& yes, graveyard shift at a maximum security prison is often THAT fucking boring) (also, a friend of mine had gone to the "Sensations" show in London a few years ago & had mentioned the mannequin piece)
anyway, I did some poking around on the internet when I came home & quickly found out that it wasn't a hoax (which still tickles that wierd little post-modern dadaesque bit of self)
but think of it, for just a moment, as a hoax, & a comment on what's going on right now....
pret-ty damn good, right?
(satire has a long ways to go before it catches up with the absurdity of the sober, rational world. thus spake ratsonjulia. selah.)
I have no particular plans to celebrate (beyond calling up my sister, who was working in a different part of the prison, & asking if her refrigerator was running. she politely asked if I would be so kind as to fuck off), but last night it was thrust upon me in kind of a wierd way.
anyway, a couple of weeks ago I bought a Palm Pilot--about which I'll write further some other time, except to say that I quite like it as I can, using AvantGo, upload the days news & sundry articles from the BBC, NYTimes, Washington Post, & several other agencies & read them at work until the batteries give out--
anyway, last night I came across this last night on the Guardian's page & was sort of in awe at what seemed to me to be one of the most brilliant fake-news-articles slash comment-on-the-political/martial-climate-we're-in-right-now...
as the night wore on, I kinda thought about it a little more & realized that it probably WASN'T fake (after I'd spent a little bit of time attempting to anagram the names of the artists--figuring the hoax would be THAT sophisticated--& yes, graveyard shift at a maximum security prison is often THAT fucking boring) (also, a friend of mine had gone to the "Sensations" show in London a few years ago & had mentioned the mannequin piece)
anyway, I did some poking around on the internet when I came home & quickly found out that it wasn't a hoax (which still tickles that wierd little post-modern dadaesque bit of self)
but think of it, for just a moment, as a hoax, & a comment on what's going on right now....
pret-ty damn good, right?
(satire has a long ways to go before it catches up with the absurdity of the sober, rational world. thus spake ratsonjulia. selah.)
tororo:
Pretty damn good allegory.