The term me decade was coined by novelist Tom Wolfe in New York magazine in August 1976, describing the new American preoccupation with self-awareness and the collective retreat from history, community, and human reciprocity. The term seemed to de-scribe the age so aptly that it quickly became commonly associated with the 1970s. Compared to the 1960s, Americans in the 1970s were self-absorbed and passive. Americans turned from street theater to self-therapy, from political activism to psychological analysis. Everyone, it seemed, had an analyst, adviser, guru, genie, prophet, priest, or spirit. In the 1970s the only way many Americans could relate to one another was as members of a national therapy group.
Then maybe we just find ourselves at the river.
It’s a work in progress in its current state but it will be a triptych (tri-tip) in 4 parts (12 panels)) of representations of what people have said the holiest of holy men represent
(cut to INTERIOR van for big dumb white spaghetti dinner revival cult driver to say, “Jesus won’t no pussy”
Jesus with a broken heart on a large gold chain around his neck, buff without a shirt, feet being attended to woman with myrrh
skinny Undercover Jesus in spiritual ‘disguise’ with his blanket draped over hunched shoulders with shopping card crossing skid row, as it shape shifts below his feet (using a 3D map graphic as people walk to show how our virtual world invades our ‘personal space’ and is changing all the time, always and forever). In that world vision, what remains — if anything at all — in fixed motion. the idea of a constricting faith, belief systems that don’t budge, institutional orders “just doing my time thank you go stand in that line” shuffling, a meaningless existence, a Camus’ nightmare [as as such, cite L'etranger when appropriate].
So like a super-hero, this undercover jesus starts in the ‘underground’ with Mole People as the first stop, he migrates.
The story must give instruction thru allegory to show people how to live life –awareness and knowledge and wisdom — in a world gone mad. If I had to ‘encapsulate’ (red pill or blue pill, I am not sure? can I have hello kitty pink instead?) the notion of acceptance creed it would be: grace; all-encompassing always true, never false, impossible to attain or grasp for more than 1/2 a second in real time-love (imagery would def include LO-VE sculpture/branded imagery from my lexicon of nostalgic virtue, aka remembering my youth with rose-colored glasses on); and the notion that god in his/her essence is a creator, a mad scientist, an artist with a sick sense of humor, in love with this world but sneaking off to cry by the side of the road, some force that sees humanity in all our what’s best about us–and yet, the inevitable Sisyphus irony must be presented, without explanation but woven threads of pure speculation. God as the ultimate human. Jesus was a heroin addict is the song that will be performed by The Dubious Gypsies, the band with a front-woman who’s married to the slide guitarist but having an affair with the manager. And there’s a chick drummer and 2 ex-heavy metal aficionados who now go to NA on Thursdays together.
Undercover Jesus, art installation. Part 1, underground mini-transportable comic strip
After living on the street / she would obsessively vacuum
looking for litter / from the resolute past
Delays are not denials- keep going, keep your vision clear. Perseverance does wonders.
“Art must suppress violence, and only art can do so.”
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“I’m filled with a desire for clarity and meaning within a world and condition that offers neither.”
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via requiemforthepast)
3. “Once I understood what was making America such a dangerous, unhappy nation of people who had nothing to do with real life, I resolved to shun storytelling. I would write about life. Every person would be exactly as important as any other. All facts would also be given equal weightiness. Nothing would be left out. Let others bring order to chaos. I would bring chaos to order, instead, which I think I have done. If all writers would do that, then perhaps citizens not in the literary trades will understand that there is no order in the world around us, that we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.”
‘your past will meet mine’
Goal (to never have)
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This week’s podcast has a bit of split personality with the first half of the show focused on a very consumer problem — how to move a smart home — and the second half discussing the industrial internet. Kevin is planning a move to Arizona, so we talk about his solar panels, his Nest and his Insteon gear, so we discuss what he’s going to take with him. We also discuss the new remote control/wall mount from Philips to control its Hue lights. Looks like people aren’t totally sold on the app experience.
In the second half, I chat with Michael Campbell, the CEO of MachineShop, a Boston startup that recently raised $3 million to help businesses turn their sensor data into a service accessible by an API. Campbell is high on the idea of creating economies around business data that will in turn lead to new services…
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