killing denouement

al intifada al kadima?

[picture from biphop in Lyon]

Or al warida? Some consideration to be made – dictionary in hand – as we look to translate the coming insurrection/l’insurrection qui vient (recently re-translated by Semiotext(e)) to Arabic – hopefully both Fusha/MSA, and the Egyptian colloquial 3amiya.

I’m in Cairo for this month; it’s more than a little overwhelming, but pershaps in a really comforting gulf (pre-emaar and nakheel) meets india way. My own 3amiya is improving a fair bit which is a nice validation of my last summer-of-doom spent (re)learning arabic, perhaps. Next up, perhaps to (de)learn it? I do love the sentiments of these four Athens stencils from Magic Krtek in, from the disciplinary interrment, to anti-semiotic and anti-flic:

“cops are everywhere, but love makes us invisible”

a, anti, anti c(o)pitalista

Off the sidewalks, into the future! Swoooosh I guess we’re rupturing the spacetimecontinuum vortex now? As per usual an anti-police brutality rally was met with, surprise, more “police brutality”. Even with this it’s worth thinking about what “police brutality” looks like – or doesn’t look like at a majority white, privileged space like the New School. NYPD has a community affairs unit, who knew? It’s starting to feel like an insurrectionary circuit is being traced from union square via new school to washington square park and back. How do we abolish exchange? Perhaps our vegan potlucks in the park should become mutualist potlatches. Maybe we should start eating the pigs? Rev Billy showed up to preach but I guess we weren’t all buying what he was selling. Has even anti-commercialism been commodified? And how does his hair defy gravity so bouffantly? I want to know.

black bloc-ing TBTN?

destroy 2000 years of culture

Atari Teenage Riot got me into harder electronic music in general, and specifically the hyperpolitical and the deliciously breaky and glitchy. Here began the wanting to live in Berlin one day (it’ll happen one day, perhaps in a huge wave like the original Potluck House?). And along with it, Alec Empire and digital hardcore, the DHR label and my second start-you-own-label personal hero (the first being of course, Ian MacKaye). I don’t know how many times Ive linked this video of the 1999 Mayday riots in Berlin, but here’s the same song, with a sick video to boot. Today’s images are a little darker and more macabre, then. From this interview, with regards to their quote that “Riot sounds produce riots”:

‘destroy 2000 years of culture’ is an ATR song from the 90s, but so applicable today no?

Europe ain’t my rope to swing on

Rage Against the Mondays? Clearly these aren’t going to be daily after all – perhaps when I have more work to procrastinate away from? And mhm Mondays aren’t quite so bad these days to be honest. Everyone has fled Dubai back to school or otherwise already, so this Monday, like most days now involves sleeping and reading on the swing and lots of tea and no stress, which makes a change. I should probably use this time to paint, but meh. I have just one more Monday left in Dubai, after which I’ll be in London for a bit before getting back to NYC. My friends have now dispersed to somewhere off Brick Lane and somewhere below Camden this year, so it should be fun. And interestingly, today’s pictures seem to return to what used to be common themes of pigs, Alice, and meat love. One thing that’s a Monday constant (or rather, Sunday night) is the worrying, and this continues, with the impending doom(s) of graduation and visas. I’m lucky in that with a family member working for an airline, I get free (standby) tickets until I turn 23, which gives me just a couple years left to save up and make use of these. Kinda like what la femme is doing, but hopefully connecting with some really rad groups and collectives along the way. Orhan Pamuk means dying to get to Istanbul, but as far as the rest of the world is concerned, this amazing typographic map below certainly makes dream-planning easier.

can’t learn a thing from it / yet we still hang from it

denver police get up early to beat the crowds
October 7, 2008, 4:09 am
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Only a month after the DNC, the Denver Police Union’s already celebrating the good times. Quelle surprise? [from boingboing]

And I should start updating this when I recover from midterms.

human – pig embryos and the planeteers
July 1, 2008, 8:03 pm
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[photo by per_andersen]

Not to mention pigs again, but it seems they’re now granting licenses to create human-pig embryos to study heart disease. The first pig, and the third license for any animal-human embryo issued by the UK’s Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority. I don’t know how far they’d let it grow; I doubt it’d spawn a full grown pig-human creatures, but huh! Crazy. [via]


gentrifiying gaia: pigs in sweaters
July 1, 2008, 7:27 am
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Again with the pigs huh. I don’t know what it is – maybe the years of living in a Muslim country where pork is considered to be haram, and thus relegated to a sad section of the Spinneys/ supermarket of choice? I remember being little and getting a video of Babe the movie nearly confiscated at Dubai Airport Customs once. Not that I even eat meat at all. What I do know is that this print from street artist (and as it transpires, bang-up painter and photographer too) Gaia is kind of amazing.


The Ladybird Book of the Policeman

I guess this little piggy got itself a makeover – at whose hands, I’m not sure (Arabic appears to make retranslating into English somewhat more dramatic?). The Policeman version of the Ladybird series ‘People at Work’ has been rather subtly altered from its 60s original. Perhaps too subtle? I was kind of shocked upon first reading it, but I’m rather gullible and it’s definitely a joke (albeit one very underwritten with social realities). The full scanned book be seen here

ladybird nostalgia and more…

pigs in boots.
June 12, 2008, 6:56 pm
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Puss in boots? Pigs in boots? They’re supposed to all about the mud, you’d think. There’s even the cliché, as happy as a pig in mud. Not Cinderella, though who has a rather strong case of mysophobia, or a fear of dirt. This little pig is um, trotting around just fine though with the help of two pairs of rather fetching bespoke green wellies. It’s since been chosen as the face of a media campaign about the plight (?) of pig farmers in the UK.Ridiculously cute.

Alice gets down

So while I normally never get excited about things like this, these Denise Grunstein pictures found at the artist and his model have actually gotten me thinking about this Friday. Alice in Wonderland is definitely among the trippiest of Disney movies, and is supposed to be fairly revolutionary in original author Lewis Carroll’s hiding of complex and forbidden mathematics equations in it (doesn’t that sound dramatic, now). At that, I’m rather eager to see (Czech surrealist) Jan Svankmajer’s take on it. Of it, he has infamously said that “Carroll is an illustration of the fact that children are better understood by pedophiliacs than by pedagogues.” Perhaps for fascinatingly, he has equally said that “childhood is my alter-ego.” The Disney version was decidedly saccharine, but it has been otherwise immortalised in Charles Manson’s famous quote,

We’re not in Wonderland anymore, Alice.

At that, I’m reminded of the Weather Underground’s infamous co-option and support of Manson’s rhetoric (later to be much regretted) at the 1969 ‘War Council’ in Flint, Michigan (in which they also repped Captain Ahab). In which Bernadine Dohrn (re: the 1968 Tate – La Bianca murders) was said to have exclaimed,

“Dig it; first they killed those pigs, then they ate dinner in the room with them, then they even shoved a fork into pig Tate’s stomach. Wild!”.

Pigs – of the farm or capitalist variety – seem to show up a lot here ouf. Perhaps it was the growing up in a Muslim country lack of pig love? Baby pigs are kind of cute. But then again, all small/fluffy animals or things probably are. Anyway, the quote’s from a really interesting chapter, ‘Excesses and Limits’, in Jeremy Varon’s Bringing the War Home: The Weather Underground, the Red Army Faction, and Revolutionary Violence in the Sixties and Seventies, especially re: the place of violence in the movement. Even if you’re not an SDS kid, promise!

Although there’s the mad fun of cards and tea (a little teapot, short and stout perhaps?) I’m rather drawn to being the twitchy pattery white rabbit (does it have any other names?) that Alice follows down the rabbithole. Mainly because this allows me to wear a tophat (or perhaps a bowler, for want of one) a BOWTIE (or perhaps even several, à la flying saucer, but most importantly for the most excellent Flava Flav-ish shiny purple jacket printed with stopwatches that I found in a Long Island thrift store. It’s rather warm though.

Though it could also be wonderful to wear one of those mirrors that distort shape, making you bulge or shrink concavely, going as those ‘drink me’ bottles of course. Seems like it would be kind of heavy though. And with the weather being what it is and the location secret until the day-of, perhaps it wouldn’t go amiss to rethink this too, ouf. In other rabbitish inspiration, I love these pictures from a masked opera and ballet rendition of the story respectively:

And while trawling for more white rabbit pics, I also came across these lovely ones from a 2003 editorial replete with more pigs and bowties (via foto_decadent)

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