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  • F for Fake

    This is Orson Welles's masterpiece, a virtuoso performance of sound and video editing that co-opts the documentary but is not one. It is the rare postmodern text that's laugh out loud funny, steeped in the relativism of the post war period but not held hostage by it. He appears as himself, sheared of doubts and humanity, in full possession and knowledge of his genius, but he is not the subject (excuse my language) of the film. It's a "film about trickery, fraud and lies," and about two great exponents of those arts, Elmyr de Hory and Clifford Irving. The film is not much watched by people from any generation, met with cold critical reception on release, how can it be Welles's masterpiece? But it is, and is neglected due to its translation from the dross and palaver of our late capitalist society in which relativism extends mainly to the comparison of ledgers, a number of hard, unpleasant truths about meaning, about value, and about our modern oracles, the experts. Or as Welles says of art (or anything): "How is it valued? The value depends on opinion. Opinion depends on the expert. A faker like Elmyr makes fools of the experts, so who's the expert? Who's the faker?"

  • Ferret-Legging

    Ferret-Legging

    The ferret goes in your pants. Your pants are cinched to prevent its escape. Then you stand there while a scared rodent scratches, bites, and generally freaks the fuck out in the vicinity of your manly-bits. He who endures the longest wins. There you have the “sport” of ferret-legging, a Yorkshire coalminer practice now revived at the Richmond, VA Celtic Festival. While I cannot speak for the rest of the Plasma Pool team, I have not personally experienced the joy of ferret legging – nor do I have any desire to do so in the future. But what should be Liked about this particular Stuff is not corporeal, but rather its statement about the competitive nature of man such that he would trap a ferret in his pants for over five hours for no reward but the knowledge that he did what no other man could do. There exists in each of us a compulsion to strive for greatness, and in the course of this pursuit we are capable of unimaginable sacrifice in the name of achievement. Today humanity faces new and difficult challenges, but what drives these semi-sane “athletes” is the same that drives those in more noble fields to cure diseases, create art, and improve humanity in countless other ways. So, thank you ferret-leggers. Just keep that animal away from my junk.  -- Donny Bridges

  • Reactions to the OJ Simpson Verdict

    OJ Simpson Verdict

    Without getting into any kind of commentary about the trial itself or its place in pop culture memory, this video of the OJ Simpson verdict is stunning. Pay attention to 1:24, 2:10, 3:30, 3:59. The camera pans over a near-complete spectrum of emotions, almost oblivious to the murmur of the verdict while the faces hang on to every word. The calm voice at the end advises to "expect the worst." For me, the bizarre essence of the clip is that some idea of "justice" is located somewhere in the physical and conceptual space between the rows of silent faces and the implied source of the unseen voices. The mass of bodies tenses and contorts as an articulation of the disembodied speech of the justice system. I am reluctant to give a reading of all this beyond this cursory description, but one final thing to consider is that our detached gaze is nearly embedded in the perspective of the invisible jury, who sits at the center of the verdict.  -- Scott Coomes

From the Vault

Things that died in 2008.

Our president pledged as primary candidate to staunchly defend individual civil liberties and curb the domestic intelligence abuses of the Bush Administration. As the Democratic candidate, he hedged. As president-elect, he made stunning about-faces, notably on immunity for telecommunications companies who cooperated with Bush's illegal requests. Now, as president, he's continued as many of Bush's abuses as he's curtailed. Also, there was a time when John McCain wasn't an unprincipled, dishonorable bigot. He was quite the man, when he was a man. Then came a succubus to hasten his by then inevitable decline.

“2M4M, Love Teabagging”: The Far Right Inadvertently Rechristens Itself With Gay Sex Slang

Kevin Hilke

In the wake of the many victories for the civil institution of marriage over the past weeks—in Iowa, in Vermont, in Sweden—the inaccurately, ominously, unmellifluously named “NOM,” or National Organization for Marriage, has taken the lead in a massive PR campaign to convince straight Americans that their gay fellow citizens are a tangible, heinous threat to the daily lived lives of heterosexuals everywhere. NOM’s members—or, rather, its paid actors—tell us that a homosexual storm “is gathering,” a storm that will strip the straight of all they hold dear as surely and swiftly as Dorothy is whisked away to Oz. “My freedom,” a young woman of color says with affected flourish, “will be taken away.” “America,” a man of color soon continues, is forming a “rainbow coalition,” “coming together in love to protect marriage” and to stem the tide of devastation from the immanent homosexual onslaught.

The only way NOM seems to know to do this is to insist on the universality of its own immoral, intellectually bankrupt, minority view by overstating the diversity of the antigay movement in an attempt to make the overstatement a reality. The gays are coming, the antigay right tells other the minority groups it’s still naive enough to attempt play off one another—the gays are coming, they are a threat, and we can protect you. But setting aside its identitarian politicking, NOM, appropriately for an organization founded in delusion, is terrible with names, having embarked on this anti-marriage campaign under a banner that literally announces the potential copulation of two or more gay men. Not to be outdone in popcultural terminological incompetence, the populist economic right—apparently conscious of its need to appeal to younger voters more likely to engage in substantive sexual foreplay in addition to traditional intercourse—has styled its own nascent grassroots campaign after a sexual activity characteristic of gay men.

Yes, that’s right: at the moment, both the social and economic arms of the American conservative movement are describing themselves and their efforts with terms directly out of gay chatrooms and gays’ bedrooms. Slang anchored in gay male sex is, at least in recent news cycles, the accidentally reigning metaphorical lexicon of the American far right, which seems here almost like a repressed, closeted teen doodling penises unawares along the margins of his algebra test as he waits for the class period to end. Whatever the content of his algebra responses, his teacher is likely to look first and foremost upon his penises. It’s tempting to say that the right, like our young gay boy, appears to wish at some unconscious level to be found out as somehow a wholesale fraud.

That even a minority of Americans could so much as entertain NOM’s argument is saddening and shameful, even if those who entertain it do so largely out of ignorance. Few bigots enjoy remain public bigots once confronted with the object of their scorn in the form of a person they otherwise think well of. Gays are everywhere. Few bigots today persist in bigotry after realizing that their objects of hatred are indistinguishable from their own children, their own friends, even themselves. Those who persist in bigotry under these conditions are sadists. That they base their actions on a (selectively literalist, intellectually dishonest) reading of scripture does not change this; nor does the fact that many of these bigots are otherwise delightful people. Sadism is sadism, wherever from, however soft.

These soft American sadists, led by NOM, may soon become commonly mistaken for gay men on the virtual prowl. From Talking Points Memo’s Brian Beutler:

Now that activist legislators are legislating from their legislatures to legalize gay marriage, activists are turning up the volume on anti-gay marriage rhetoric.

There’s just one, ahem, kink.

In an unintentional but hilarious nod to gay sex chatters everywhere, the National Organization for Marriage has dubbed their campaign “2 Million for Marriage”. Or 2M4M. Whoops.

The Christianist populist far right is busy steeling itself with a new campaign named for that which it hopes to render legally impossible. The economic populist far right has shown itself to be even worse, styling its own grassroots campaign after the Boston Tea Party—a cute idea, if historically misleading, and entirely overlookable but for the unfortunate transitive verb activists find themselves using, whether with or without knowledge of its common contemporary meaning. Rachel Maddow:

Teabagging. After spending weeks mailing teabags to members of Congress, conservative activists next week say they plan to hold tea parties to proverbially “teabag” the White House. And they don’t want to teabag alone, if that’s even possible. They want you to start teabagging, too. They want you to teabag Obama on Twitter, they want you to “Send your teabag and teabag Obama on Facebook”! They want you to “Teabag liberal Dems before they teabag you”! And all this nonconsensual conservative activist teabagging is just the start….

Using tidbits of American history as analogical memes is a trick pony among conservative rhetoricians, many of whom take history’s having rendered our progenitors, usually by patriotic necessity, morally purer than they really were as uncomplicated evidence of our progenitors’ righteousness (or for some, like Karl Rove, their sheer utility)—transforming a protest undergirded by economic ignorance into a grand recapitulation of an historically valorized American allegory. And so an earnest, errant conservative attempt to claim a central event in the founding of the United States ultimately, inadvertently implies that the Boston Tea Party was an orgy of ballsucking. Amen.

It’s difficult to imagine better evidence of how very little the scions of American movement conservatism understand contemporary America than this absurd confluence of metaphorical mishaps. At no point was there anyone in the rooms where these two strategies were developed who recognized their impending watchwords’ popcultural implications? How, most of us under thirty or so are struggling to fathom, could no one have caught this? No one among those running these key parts of the conservative coalition knows what “teabagging” is? That this could possibly be the case is laughable and pitiable.

To the minorities of young American conservatives who are antigay and/or radical capitalists: if you want any hope of future success, purge your elders peacefully and quick. The majority of young conservatives, who both know what teabagging is and could give two shits about who does it to whom, can sit back with the rest of us and enjoy, for pure sport, watching the far right, including those young conservatives unfortunate enough to cling to it, spiral into semiotic and political incoherency. We must watch this conflagration carefully. We inherit its remains.

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