THE JAM

Possible open-form commentary on digital entropy

this is the first step of an impossible project with no hope of completion.

brainstorm:

"angelfire"
"geocities"
fan-fiction, slash-fiction, wikipedia, yahoo! directories, aim, myspace bulletins, gmail
livejournal
old newspaper articles via NYTIMES.COM
literary blogs
mario teaches typing
craigslist rideshare <- any mention of craigslist makes it feel gimmicky somehow, maybe deal with craigslist in an oblique way.
gif's
flash interfaces
digg, somehow, maybe
something boring that becomes popular, an article that buys into the whole thing because it's easy to write about
obsessively refreshing for updates
torrents
google image searches

-that's mostly accurate i think

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whoooahaoaoooahooah

Like the dog from Tintin (snowy?)

Do you (and by you i mean me, so really this is a masturbatory excercise, although the internet without masturbation isn't really the internet)know about the Cizeta-Moroder V16?

It is a Big Deal.

here
and here

The Cizeta-Moroder V16 is a short story about the 80's.

Georgio Moroder invents Disco and rides this wave into the eighties. In 1988, he teams up with a Lamborghini parts manufacturer to realize his ultimate-hyper-masculine-fever-dream-cum-coke-fantasy -- This car weighs 4,000 lb's & runs on two V8 engine blocks Voltron'd together into a "V16". Moroder fucking goes for it, puts on the widest tires available on the market, full leather, air conditioning, ejector seat, whatever. When the car is finally ready for production, it costs $600,000, no one wants it, the economy fails, and only 8 are ever made.

OBVS a perfect parable for the eighties in that gordon gecko, new-money-and-cocaine, rise-and-fall-of-the-american-ego kind of way, and the main character was totally Giorgio Moroder, who sort of built up the cultural noise that eventually hit this crescendo or whatever.

do you see it?

here:



(moroder-produced single by Sparks, from 1979)

Nickelodeon Magazine PLEASE!

"<90's>"

on thursday i spent some time with Chelsea Martin and she said,
"Did you ever say to your parents, 'Nickelodeon Magazine, PLEASE!'"
and it was really funny.
"<'/90's>"

watch this: