Thu 28 May 2009
The Big Hand is on the Apocalypse
Posted by anaglyph under Signs, Spam Observations
[12] Comments
This just in:
From: Jesus Dawkins
Subject: Classy watches for people from any economic class.
Date: 28 May 2009 1:59:12 PM
To: reverend@tca.comThe only thing that differs our fantastic watches and brand watches is the price. Instead of having one timepiece you can have five or ten. Who would reject such an offer?
Putting on our semiotic hats we can read the real message beneath the subtext here: Jesus Dawkins is surely the Antichrist offspring of God and Richard Dawkins, so this message can’t be anything other than a sign that we should watch for the End Times.
What, you couldn’t find something in the Cowlexâ„¢ Spring Catalogue to wear?
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Remedied.
I am so close to another Medal. I can just feel it…
Dream on.
I had a dream about a prize once. Does that count?
Time to cut back on the Cinzano Rev…..
Damn, I can never get the time back I spent reading this post.
Classy
The King
I hate to admit it but I may have met my marketing match.
“Classy watches for people from any economic class.”
It will appeal to the panhandler and the wealthy industrialist alike. This Dawkins fellow is a genius.
Jesus Dawkins, now that is a name!
Brian Eno – now there’s a name, I went and sat through the most uninspiring, pedestrian, and ill conceived talk last night given by that famous man. He began by talking about art, and described it as being “everything that we don’t have to do”, and illustrated this point by showing us various screwdriver handles – the ‘art’ part of the screwdriver. Then the inevitable diagrams of lines of possibility between say ‘Control and Submission’ – oh dear, so tragically passe. Not even a mention of the internet in the whole talk, let alone an autocatalytic set.
Finally on a brighter note he began talking about global warming – not specifically about the artist’s role in such, but that it was a problem facing us all, and we needed to get the best and brightest on the case immediately.
No problem there except Brian was peddling the Festival up here in Sydney he is part of, his work consists of lighting up the Opera house with giant projections of images (all generative and FAR less inspiring or interesting than the Rev’s excellent work).
Now I don’t know the specs of the massive projectors that they use to accomplish such a feat, but I would suspect that you’d be looking at the very least at 20,000 watt consumption per hour surely. Now they’ve called it the Sydney Smart Light Festival, and supposedly there are energy efficiency measures in place, but that and the three nights of fire-related events (ie even more pollution) makes me feel that SOME artists are more part of the problem than the bloody solution.
What has this to do with the post, well not much other than I can never get that time back again, I suppose I needed one of my idols to fall into the pit of irrelevancy after all these years – not that I’ve followed his work much for the last decade or two anyway.
Rev we look to you for the future (and a robot or two as well). Please get your artwork somewhere big!!!
Jesus Dawkins that’s enough from me
The King
Err I just meant to say 20000 Watts as that measurement includes a timebase – sorry.
It’s probably ten times that anyway!
The King
Well, thanks for the flattery King Willy, but sadly, in this country, I doubt I’ll ever get to project my images anywhere much more impressive than a sheet on the lounge room wall.
As we all know, if you come from overseas you can display the contents of your bedroom in an art gallery and be hailed as a genius, but here, unless you wear a stripey jersey, speak in words of one syllable or less and have a neck the same diameter as your torso, no-one will give you the time of day.
That’s why I have a blog. It distracts me from the depression in which I would otherwise wallow.