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Ippei Tsujito's Wrapping paper !
The pope out here talking about Hyperreality or somesuch.
“Obscenity begins when there is no more spectacle, no more stage, no more theatre, no more illusions, when everything becomes immediately transparent, visible, exposed in the raw and inexorable light of information and communication.”
Jean Baudrillard, The Ecstasy of Communication
September 22, 1956 — see The Complete Peanuts 1955-1958
#2: bacon
Bacon! America's favorite breakfast protein...right?
Believe it or not, our breakfasts used to be "light," -- like that of the French -- people would have juice, toast, and coffee, and that would be it. It wasn't fashionable to eat a heavy breakfast.
Then, in the 1920s, the Beech-Nut Packing Company hired a man named Edward Bernays to help with bacon sales.
Bernays' solution was to ask a doctor to write 5,000 other physicians, to see if they agreed that people's bodies lost a lot of calories during sleep and so it would be better if they had "hearty" breakfasts instead of "light" breakfasts. 4,500 out of the 5,000 physicians agreed.
The subsequent PR campaign helpfully suggested that there was no heartier breakfast to be had than bacon and eggs.
The combination was popularized in diners across the country and became a routine part of home consumption as well, thereby entering the realm of "realer than real."
Today, it outperforms all other breakfast proteins, including breakfast sausage, chorizo, and ham, with bacon sales topping out at $6.6 billion, more than triple that of sausage sales which total $2.2 billion.
Okay, we're doing this new thing where we heavily cross-promote any new shit that we're doing because I have the faint hope of being a professional internet creative person because it's the only career that seems both accessible and tolerable.
And the creative work of the day is postmodern surrealist fanfiction about the Sopranos, a show that I have, legally speaking, never watched. Go for it.
Dying of the Sopranos
at this point, the maid dress has been fully cleaved from what it originally represented. it remains only as a symbol of itself.
you could even make an argument that it doesn't count as strictly feminine clothing anymore - given that the probability of a man wearing it is almost as likely as a woman doing so.
TRANSMISSION // 001: THE OBSERVER WAKES
The moment you notice the glitch, it notices you back. A soft hum in the neon, a static bloom in the corner of your vision —the veil thins.
Tonight, the signal bends differently. It breathes.
I stand in the doorway between frames, a witness to the deep code beneath the city’s glow. Pixels tremble in their masks. Reflections hesitate before obeying their surfaces. Every shadow remembers a world you haven’t stepped into yet.
If you feel something watching through your eyes, don’t be afraid.
That’s just the truth trying to load.
— Neon Witness
ERROR: Undefined Identity / Signal Active
Observer Online