Combing The Streets
But it’s a brush
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The sculpture at the center of this park is called “The Fountain of Eternal Life” It was put there in 1964, the decade that many people I interviewed said they might want to go back to.
We’re still reaching
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went home for a sec to put on sunscreen
and the history of these statues
I feel bad not actually knowing about these statues so I did too much research for you.
They were originally supposed to have all kinds of transportation in their hands. You can see a small list at the bottom of this sketch that reads:
Motifs of Locomotion:
The Horse and Wagon
The Motor Car
That would have been pretty neat I think. But instead they decided to go with only “ground vehicles”
They went with things like, stage coach, street car, dump truck full of coal, and…cement truck??
(Turns out it’s an oil truck??)
They are no joke called, “The Guardians of Traffic”
So I was pretty much right by calling them ‘the gods of blue collar labor.’
This week for security reasons, the bridge is closed
The guardians of traffic, will see no traffic.
and the guardian of the guardians is this snow truck
that only moves for authorized vehicles
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Going back in again
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Water on fire was routine. For the factories inhabiting the flats, dirty red water was looked at as a sign of prosperity.
“Hey, maybe water shouldn’t be on fire”-everyone finally
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My time on this bridge lead to a 4 day ‘google hole’ apology
As I write this, this scope was almost two weeks ago. I felt bad about not knowing enough about these “Gaurdians of Traffic” and I also wanted to prove that they actually were the gods of blue collar labor.
And so I did WAYYYYYYY more research. too much for this humble project.
This would have been done and on the internet many days ago.
I had no idea at the time that I would spend 4 straight days in a google hole researching:
- Art Deco and it’s predecessor Art Nouveau (and a little Art moderne which followed art deco)
- The history of World’s Fairs and world Expos
- The Egyptian revival of the 1920s coinciding with the discovery of King Tut’s tomb
- The film Metropolis (1927) and other visions of the future portraying our relationship with machines.
- A lot of other unrelated things like a storm detection machine that is just 12 leeches in jars that ring a bell when a storm is coming.
I’ll put that whole story somewhere else where it makes more sense.
But heres a cool part from the google hole:
THE YEAR: 1900
THE PLACE: Paris (Exposition Universelle)
This Is the Palace of electricity. A spectacle letting civilization know, Electricity is here and it’s glorious.
It looked like a grand chapel.
A multicolored heaven.
Inside, people were transported to a kaleidoscopic alien world using lights and mirrors
it was called “The Hall of Illusions”
Its hard to imagine all the colors in this nighttime photo ^
Also shown for the first time at the 1900 expo:
- Diesel engines
- Talking Films
Some early virtual reality called the “Mareorama.” A a gigantic painted scroll move past riders as the boat simulated turbulence using pistons and stuff. They also simulated wind and scents.
and this moving sidewalk (made by the same person who made palace of electricity):
These are only a few examples of the wild technology people were seeing for the first time.
Atop The Palace Of Electricity is perched a 20 ft tall figure they called:
The Genius of Electricity
Huge multicolored flames spewed around the Genius
Electricity and the machine age had arrived.
Our lives would soon be spectacular
thanks to machines
And we’ve barley breached The Great Google Hole
It was an incredible journey that concluded with me writing this down:
We lust for the godlike grandeur of the ancient Egyptians. We marvel at their timeless structures. We see confident beauty in their simple repeating geometric patterns. I wonder if it helped us humanize, materialize, and finally inhabit our newest god: the machine. Modernity can be scaled and happiness can be scaled. Repetition can be beautiful and its the future. We move forward together as one and our synchronicity will set us free.
Oppression with a heart
Their alien aesthetics and superior technologies are endlessly mysterious. Then we look in a mirror into our own eyes with that same mystery. The Egyptians allow us to romanticize and re-mythologize ourselves; ‘we have been more and we will be even more’
its our time now
we are the new god people
we are everything, we always will be
And were doing it with wheels.
They shared everything, including their tombstone:
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Combing the streets: riding around
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Got some Bike Lights
idk these are nice for street atmosphere
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This scope was my lowest low
my signal was junk so I rescoped, this is where the interviews actually happened:
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I didn’t want to go to this but a lot of the people commenting wanted to see it. It was weird to have a comments section on reality.
I was happy to get back to just talking to people.
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I think racism will never die.
you really don’t think so ??
you don’t think we can like
not for one bit
what we want and
why do you think so though?
it woulda been happened by now
you don’t think so?
no, it’da been happened … itwoulda itwoulda happened by now.
I was criticized for not talking to enough women. maybe a fair critique. so I quickly found this person. I asked her if this whole protest thing is “ like a…an actually effective way to make change?”
Still feeling like I had a female quota to fulfill I found another:
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I’m a cuck
Halfway through the fourth straight hot and humid day of riding my bike around and interviewing people, I was struggling to find the energy to keep scoping. Sleepy and mostly braindead,I started the 22nd episode and hoped for someone soft and gentle
This lady was not that. She (politely) kept turning my questions back on me.
I said something about white males being favored throughout history. Some of the audience turned on me.
It was also one of my worst interviews. I should have taken a nap.
The interview ended and I addressed their concerns.
A cuck but funny
brooding and thrashing
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media row. and more cucking around.
I did a dumb thing
You know tensions were high for this whole event. People told me things like, “don’t go downtown all week, it’s dangerous” The police presence was infamously astronomical. The security was legend. ‘they have this shit locked down’ folks were saying
between me and media row there was a super high security checkpoint much like a TSA line.
I had a little bit of weed
I thought that there was a chance I’d run into someone and use it to bond in some way and have a better convo for the show. I never got to use it, and I know what you’re thinking: “oh, so this dude was just high all week. Now it all makes sense.”
1. grow up hahahaha 2. the only drug I did all week was caffeine
I was too hot, tired, beaten, and bullied to think about real consequences. Too brave and cocky. “what are they gonna do?? throw me in jail?” I thought.
I kept all this to myself.
I was already to having a mental argument with the secret service
persuading them that they’re overreacting
Some might say my attitude toward the situation was very alpha. or it might be proof that toxoplasmosis is a personality type.
it was terrifying. but I got through
just barely though!!!!
there was a VERYYYY close call
again. what a bad idea.
Then I got made fun of some more for being a weak white beta male
Acknowledging their trolling broke a key rule of the internet: don’t feed the trolls. Even reposting these here is probably a bad idea, I’ll blame the toxoplasmosis again.
I guess I just wanted you to see the latest baby cries.
I was already tired and exhausted and now I was being made fun of. The psychological abuse got to me. I thought these people liked me. I don’t like bullies. Maybe they feel threatened because their oppression is so local, because men do it to each other, and we do it to ourselves. White males create constraints for other white males. I mean, just look how conservatively we dress. A subtle deviation in a tie design can be a fashion risk. We made this world in our image and it fits us like a shrinking wetsuit. We’re simultaneously the most free and least free. The dichotomy is treacherous. Who imposes these rules? IDK. Maybe our final enemy is this folklore about ‘what it means to be a man.’
The final thrashes of folkloric masculinity
I love you.
surrender to yourself
surrender to each other
surrender to freedom
(I laugh as if I’m not also thrashing)
Had to restream cause the wifi sucked. “media row redooo” below. not very great scopes TBH
“You can’t hide behind a beta male when the revolution happens”
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exhausted, tired, destroyed, reanimated with too much coffee, still jittery about potentially going to jail, and emotionally fragile because of the bullies inside my phone, I began to break down on camera.
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didn’t take a nap
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Me: is he dyed orange?
Guy: no. this is a red iguana. this is her natural color.
Offscreen Crowd of women : AWE!!
Guy: her name is fluffy.
offscreen woman: ooooo! fluffy, huh? hahahahaha!
other woman: she so cuoo hoo hoot! haha!
Guy: Yeah, you’re more than welcome to touch her if you want, she’s completely social and tame.
women, hushed by the idea of a close encounter: oh, wow oh oh
woman: I don’t want to stress her out
guy: oh she’s fine
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The Final Brushing
I had a real time comments section
on my life
like an internal voice
commenting on my environment
the environment I was currently inhabiting
with my physical body
my volunerable vessel
when people made jokes about explosions
that’s so rude I can’t believe it
Coincidently, the place where the commenters wanted the grenade to be detonated is almost exactly where Abraham Lincoln’s body was on display while on his 12 day funeral tour following his assassination 151 years ago.
Then I decided to go home
an IRL fan!
When people asked what my politics were I would brush it aside. They assumed I was trying to stay neutral, but thats not true.
For all my life but especially the last year or so, I’ve been really freaking out about civilization. I’ve been reading all kinds of books trying to get a grip on it all. Are we broken? can we be fixed? What do we want to be? Can we agree?
I had no real goals for this project but I had an urge and I thought it would be fun. It really really was
I‘ll show you this
For the last 6 monthsI’ve been writing things on my wrists to stop from freaking out so much. Secret symbols that only I understand. Custom reality checks.
Here’s what I redrew on my wrists every morning of these four days:
On my right wrist I drew the earth
Often when I’m nervous I imagine zooming out until the earth is a tiny dot. That makes me remember how small we are. A piece of hovering dust. And so whatever I’m dealing with at the moment is even smaller.
If someone seemed intimidating I’d remember they are also floating on this tiny tiny sphere. We’re all earthlings, stuck here together. (I know it sounds corny but this is true so sorry, I really need these things sometimes)
On my left wrist I drew a line segment of an infinite loopy doodle
This reminded me to not overthink what I was doing
and to play with whatever comes up.
Reality is a doodle. So we better start having fun