by Kristi McGuire • 24th December, 2018 • with
In short, the polyamorous marriage between media ideology and industrial imagination goes back to Plato’s Cave, at least, and in Lynn, Massachusetts, to shoe-manufacturing profiteers who paid those lousy wages for perimetric and static use of something we call “labour-power at work.”
by Kristi McGuire • 22nd December, 2018 • with
Edison’s then-slogan for the incandescent electric light bulb was, “We will make electricity so cheap that only the rich will burn candles.”
by Kristi McGuire • 10th December, 2018 • with
Funk parallels Jimmy Hoffa, Wattstax, the death of Henry Ford’s crony Harry Bennett, the arguments of Jefferson Cowrie’s Last Days of the Working Class, Dock Ellis throwing a perfect game on LSD, the goddamned Deer Hunter, Paul Schrader’s Blue Collar, stagflation, the threat of nuclear annihilation and concerts mounted against such, pro-labor PACs, Betty Davis’s “Politician Man,” two energy crises, the Business Roundtable Lobby, Bootsy Collins dropping acid and flipping over the handlebars of his road bike in the middle of the woods thus triggering an out-of-body experience, and good ol’ monetarist theory.
by Kristi McGuire • 7th December, 2018 • with
Certain seventeenth-century hearing aids consisted of putting a rod in one’s mouth and biting down; in 1877, Thomas Edison’s toothmarks could be found on most early prototypes of the phonograph. Thomas Edison was an asshole.