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To: jbe who wrote (48536)8/2/1999 11:21:00 PM
From: Father Terrence  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 108807
 
I take umbrage to the dialectic inference that cyborgian existence, be it post-Fordist or pre-Saturn, would instigate marsupial desires upon the estranged populace of superurban landscapes such as those near Freudian caverns buried within the eclipsed sewers of cities such as Detroit. Geneticists may yet unravel the DNA mystery of rheumatoid Robocop rhesus monkeys that dally daily in the sanctums of some mirror image of a Rand Corporation dislodged from reality into cyber reality thus regenerating the electronic rage oftimes seen exhibited by artists who deny race by screaming out their names in darkened alleys while palpably enraptured by the corroding Campbell Soup cans clutched in their imperfect grasp.

If such a sublime cyborg would insinuate the future as post-Fordist subject, his palpably masochistic locations as ecstatic agent of the sublime superstate need to be decoded as the 'now-all-but-unreadable DNA' of a fast deindustrializing Detroit, just as his Robocop-like strategy of carceral negotiation and street control remains the tirelessly American one of inflicting regeneration through violence upon the racially heteroglossic wilds and others of the inner city.



To: jbe who wrote (48536)8/2/1999 11:35:00 PM
From: Ilaine  Respond to of 108807
 
Much fun! Thanks, Joan.



To: jbe who wrote (48536)8/3/1999 11:31:00 AM
From: Edwarda  Respond to of 108807
 
Joan, don't do that to a swallowing person: keyboard now in dire straits!

I am also forcibly reminded of my ex-husband, who apparently could not write without flailing about in professional jargon. It was agony typing his graduate school papers for him, the style was so tortured!

I, as you can probably tell, was trained to write so that any intelligent person can understand what I am trying to convey. Of course, when one writes in this fashion, sloppiness of thought becomes obvious. (Snicker!)