#xmas

wintry pilgrimage

to wainscoting and ceramic

evergreens with painted snow ridges

bejeweled by colors
plastic bulbs over
lights

the titillations of

of my perennial visitation

home box office rape murder fantasy 

and celtic fluting of 

hobbit credits 

a dark and powerful magic

whose invisible and spidery tendrils 

spread fast networks to all corners of bucolic 

warm wooden hued rooms 

which occasionally collaborate  

with the warm tv 

glows

pusses and pups 

plopped and prone on carpets
familiar with excessive corporal contentedness 

and/but dumb to the itchy anxieties of its

pairing with script vicarious anguishings

basking in the blue light 

sarah silverman saying

cunt

The 'real' interpreter says it all (and he doesn't know it either)

It is amusing to imagine Zizek actually intending to mock himself and his profession by characterizing the purpose of sign interpretation as being propaganda as opposed to an actually useful tool of communication.

". . . are sign language translators for the deaf really meant for those who cannot hear the spoken word? Are they not much more intended for us – it makes us (who can hear) feel good to see the interpreter, giving us a satisfaction that we are doing the right thing, taking care of the underprivileged and hindered."

How clever of Slavoj to ironically prod at cultural analysis in this way. What a marvelous metaphor (and can't we appreciate his self-reflexive ((self-depricating?)) humor). Vacant gesticulations and meaningless machinations of language that fail to communicate; the ambassador of cultural analysis shouldn't be so hard on himself.

". . . what he confronted us with was the truth about sign language translations for the deaf – it doesn't really matter if there are any deaf people among the public who need the translation; the translator is there to make us, who do not understand sign language, feel good."

Of course; had there been any of these hypothetical deaf people wouldn't they have gotten upset? Thank you Zizi. Finally a man with the courage to expose these minions of global capitalism, these court jesters, these neoliberal stooges. We are on to your 'underprivileged and hindered' tools of oppression and will be rendered docile by their charades no more!

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/dec/16/fake-mandela-memorial-interpreter-schizophrenia-signing#comments

#scene&herd

the second thing i've noticed has been neglected (and this time it's not in the press release) are the curtains. i mean, i get it, it's a fish bowl, but jeez, it's a little creepy. amundson (art people seem to refer to artists by their last name i've noticed) makes a dorm room like lil wayne sk8s, totally amateur! jk jk. but a little privacy maybe?!

http://www.theorycards.org.uk/main.htm

yeah, yeah, ok. so that's true but there's still this thing where i'm the one who's gotta be in here all the time. i guess i'd have to be somewhere all the time anyway. isn't that the thing though, always having to be all the time. there's probably some french guy who's written about it.