December 1st, 2004 | Published in Uncategorized
We have the snarky guy, the pedant, the gay guy, the conservative, the anarchist… usually more than one in any pigeonhole but eventually someone gayer, snarkier or more knowledgeable is going to come along.
Delvoye has given a name to his harsh creature: Cloaca, referring to the ancient sewer in Rome. But while the cloaca maxima proved to be useful, this Cloaca goes beyond every purpose, except of course revealing of the meaning of art. So, too, the spending and earning of money is part of its purpose. The machine daily delivered turds that were signed and sold for $1,000 each.
At a school visit, a little girl burst into tears in front of the machine. She might have been right. After all, she wasn’t expecting to see such a powerful, shitty portrait of man.
ObFullDisclosure: I am a $5 Person. To the extent I will probably never, ever post on the front page, and will likely never, ever comment on anything, one could argue it’s a wasted $5. On the other hand, I do read me some MeFi, so it seemed more like a donation.
For the past three years, I’ve gotten comfortable with “pdxmph” as a fairly bulletproof handle to pick for almost anything. “mph” is often taken, and “michaelhall” is always taken. But it occurs to me that with the possibility of a move, the “pdx” becomes sort of misleading. So what to do?
I think it’s time to bring back the Insinkerator. It’s comfy, it’s classic, and it’s a way to wear a lurking childhood anxiety on my sleeve without looking like I’m wearing lurking childhood anxieties on my sleeve.
Is anything more menacing than the rubber sphincter of an Insinkerator-empowered drain?
None. None more menacing.