| John poses the question: If you could have one wish, what would it be? (Now, now, don’t wish for more wishes.) |
| John says: to be French. For real, this time. |
| Lewis says: a plastic pony with rainbow hair. |
| Mary says: I wish my hands were made of iron. |
| Sadie says: I wish I knew what it was like to have rabies. So many different kinds of foaming at the mouth, you know. |
| Jaime says: I am secretly a sucker for television commercials in which advertisers enlarge your skin or nasal passages and show the cleanser, medicine, etc moving in to scoop the dirt from your pores or sooth each allergy-irritated cell. I wish that I could shrink to an amazingly tiny size and I could be a very special medical professional who could explore cells and blood vessels and pores and could be in a position to help because I could be hands on in a terribly tiny area. |
| John says: I really wish that I had a stronger relationship with my parents, but we are no longer on speaking terms. We have obvious political, personal, and pervasive differences that keep them obsessed with Rosanne reruns and me obsessed with resistances of all kind. Sure, all kids resist their parents to some degree, but it consumes me. I work out 3 times a day, keep a strict diet of mostly raw vegetables and homemade juices. I never purchase edible items from a convenience store. I avoid cable TV, tabloids, and Mountain Dew. I never burp in public. I wash my car every other day, and I've hired a house keeper, a shrink, a life coach, a trainer, and a personal shopper to keep me up-to-date and classy. Still, I wait by the phone on my birthday, thinking that maybe they'll call. I know I should see through everything----their ambivalence and my performative reaction---but I can't get there. |
Losing a game of chess to a sensual woman--this is my ideal for my own old age and decrepitude. |
I don't care if Lucinda Devlin could be my grandmother--anyone who systematically photographs instruments of execution is my kind of woman. |
If I were close to my parents, this is the sort of vacation I could look forward to every year. |
Jaime, I would take you here if only you were content to snap photos from the observation deck. But of course, you'd probbaly be climbing the slope with some hairy scientist whose only accesory was a Patagonia fleece and a holier-than-thou Nalgene bottle. |
If only mix tapes could be weapons of force and change in the world.
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This is silly--all socks should be black.. |
I wish these dumb backpackers would get out of the cafe window. |
This is the sort of human intimacy that I dread. They proabbly call one another "soul mates," Ughh. |
| Goals: I am studying radical critical theory and developing a meta-critique of culture called "the age of idiocy." Mountain Laurel is a case study in ideological interpellation. Oh sure, we're waiters but we're also purveyers of institutional truth. "Il n'y a pas de hors-texte," and if you can't understand that you should leave the table. I stay friends with these others ("autrui" as Zizek would put it) in the hope that they'll come to understand their blindness to their discursive construction and how easily they replicate the dominant ideologemes that surround us. Mostly they don't listen to me, and I escape to my organic gardening. |
| Favorite Food: No doubt--clam chowder. And baby carrots. |
| Best Body Part: My navel. |
| A secret about you: My entire life is a social experiment.
Another secret of mine is that my real middle name is... oh, I can't say. I promised my therapist I wouldn't. The damage to my psyche would be devastating. |
| A wish of yours: It's so hard to self-analyze confidently. I wish I could self-analyze confidently! |
Most Embarrassing Moment: Ah, merde! I was once conducting an interactive session on the subtle contrasts between Althusser and Baudrillard, and I didn't realize we had a well-published and famous disciple of the former in the audience the whole time! I have a nagging suspicion that I might've gaffed when I was pontificating on the manifestations of hyperreality in the age of MMORPGs. Was I blushing when I found out! I didn't leave my garden for a week. |
Networks: New York, Paris, Mountain Laurel Burrito kitchen and counter crew
Relationship Status: Anti-social...get lost
Age: 32
Interested in: Other
Looking For: Random Play, Networking
Political Views: Very Liberal
Believes In Ghosts/Magic/Occult: YES
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John is musing on Foucault.
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