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The Mainly Annual
EastWesterly Review/Postmodern Village
18th Annual Conference
the Glass Debt Ceiling: Palin, Pop-itics and the Power of Prestige
by Lou Baton
If the locus of authority is in the position rather than the
person, and the person in the position is a neo-con, faux-populist
naif, a transvaluation takes place: power through intelligence
and leadership is inverted, and the lower your IQ the higher
you climb. The Peter Principle turns into an ethos here and
shames us all.
Me Home, Charlie Rose: Meaning, Epistemology, and the Art of
the Interview in the Twitterfed Age
by Annie Aurora
If we base all of our knowledge of those all-important celebrities
on Twitter, Aurora argues, we'll get the role models we deserve
and the aspirations of ants. To illustrate her point, the presentation
began on our phones and ended up with Aurora on the other end
of a bare table in a dark room, talking to us.
No. 5: High Octane Meets Haute Couture, or Test Strips for the
Drag Strip, a Man-ifestation of Man-ifold Marketing
by Phillipe Garlits
I've never come away from a presentation with more stickers
from potential sponsors, but the point was well made: good marketing
is relational. The perfume spritzers and the Sprint Series racers
share the ability to bond with us in a split-second pass.
Squid, Squares, and Red Hot Chili Peppers
by Michael Peter Bastianich
What you got you gotta put it in your fryer!
What you got you gotta bread it up good now!
What you got you gotta fork it, put it in you!
Appetizers make the meal continue!
Dinner with Dr. Dre: High Concept Hip-Hop and the Cinema of
By Del Shawn Grigori
Grigori filmed a candid dinner with Dr. Dre at a hip LA restaurant,
where the conversation revolved from the lousy wait staff, headphones
as status symbols, and life in 1980s Compton. From the audience,
Hillary Hardcore remarked that it was "refreshing to see
Dr. Dre do something without using Eminem as a crutch."
(His name only came up 62 times.)
Provided that Mayan calendrics prove wrong, we are confident
next year will meet or exceed the scattered nature of this year's
conference. This reporter isn't sure that that is such a bad thing:
what better embodies the postmodern spirit than an indeterminate collection
of notions at play, creating an ad hoc semiotics of meanings and meta-meanings,
summing up a collective groan?
Perhaps a smoothie . . .