Pornography of Power...

Zack Smiter loved the pornography of power...

Perceptions of the Leader....

Zack controlled all perceptions of his person...it was a key ingredient to his power...

Information Pollution....

Zack Smiter made it his business to pollute the information environment...

Hyperlinks...

The hyperlinks of the Rado Dream subvert the hierachy of Zack Smiter's organization....

action formula movies...

D. studed action formula movies to portray Tyler's ability in the art of war...

Flatten information

The Radio Dream flattens and democratizes information....

content freed from presentation...

The Radio Dream was about liberating content from presentation...Zack Smiter relied on the old syndication model where he would control the content and resell it over and over...the radio dream perceived it was the importance of links and letting information viral where the real importance lay...

Fragmented Narrative...

The Radio Dream can been seen as a fragmented narrative which its creators feed content into a multiplicty of screens through out the day...the streams could be found anywhere...on subways...on posters....inside bus shelters....anywhere there was a screen...

Virtual revolution....

The Radio Dream promised a virtual revolution....like an online game, you could act out whatever fantasy you chose...spy...pimp....prostitute...dictator...it was all there for your imagination....

Peddling Right Wing Grievances...

Zack Smiter originally came to power peddling grievances to the like minded....Zack's genius was to merge modern marketing and the far right utilizing at that time the most innovative form of marketing which was direct mail....and from this he built an empire of discontent promoting himself as the savior...

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coming off a bender, D. got down to business and worked hard on the shot list...he wrote down a description of all the camera angles he needed for the next scene including the shot size, camera movement, character movement, coverage and cutaways...since the needs of the script only required a generic scene, he only needed four or five shots...he would force himself to get this done before resuming drinking...

No physical location...

Members of the Radio Dream had no fixed location...through digital means, they created media and uploaded it up to the database on the run.....they had places to stash their belongings and means to acquire temporary shelter, but as zip code activists they were also on the run from Zack Smiter..

controlling the message...

zack and his team became so good at controlling the message the people never knew reality...

Security...

Tyler when hacking Zack Smiter's database took advantage of Zack's huge ego which failed to see that security had to be intergrated into everything he did. Zack thought he was larger than everyone hence his arrogance...

the rain drizzling...

with the rain drizzling, D. looked out into the mist which had settled into the woods...it evoked a mood mysteriousness...a pleasant feeling...his myth was gone...as he examined that myth, it was only a word of myth amongst a few people who knew him...once they turned on him or forgot him it was basically over...the kids with the cellphones and the corporate twats had no use for him but that was okay...that myth was just an immature posture of an emerging personality...the trip had been about expression and looking into the woods with the mystic mist the feeling returned...

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Zack Smiter utilized the politics of fear to establish the myth of his personality...

Political Qualities...

Zack Smiter perceived that political leaders did not need to sincere or competent but appear to have these qualities...

Cheap slogans...

Zack Smither and his media team operated on the assumption that the population could not make decisions based on textual information so they devised media campaigns that relied on images, devoid of any real ideas dressed up in cheap slogans and reassuring political narratives...

stale dry paranoid...

D. had become stale dry paranoid. The things he thought was cool, which never was in were really fossilized now. The kids with their spontaneous rap of image and fashion had no use for intellectualized view of the world...he medicated himself with beer but this had the effect of wreaking havoc on his serintonin levels and sent him quite often to dark depressions...

Meta Information...

The members of the Radio Dream communicated through the use of meta information which was information about information....this was creating a human web to exist and think...building human networks to feed information through...everyone adds from their own perspective to a big pile of content and news...it was through this methodology The Radio Dream hoped to subvert Zack's narcoticized content...

the free flow of information...

D. watched how the changes in the flow of information, how it become more free, unleashed the chains of pr executives and traditional media outlets mimiced his radio dream novel...

erotic fantasies...

As Zack got older and the perks of power did not do as much to satisfy his desires, he turned to erotic fetishes...

Defraud...

Zack Smiter's conservative revolution. While distracting the public with cultural issues, Zack and his cronies defrauded the nation of its wealth....the revolution was complete...

Celine...

D. was looking for inspiration for writing today's scene...he wanted to comment on the bleak nihilism that had gripped the times...he thought, who better than Celine? So he opened up his old copy of "Journey Into the Night." The page he opened too contained an excellent quote.

"You are already rather less proud of this youth of yours, you don't yet dare to announce in public that perhaps that is all youth is-a hurry to grow old."

He thought was where Generation X now?...a bunch of old married men and women with disgruntled kids...the same old shit...

"well fuck that," he thought to himself, "I ain't going out that way."

So he rolled up a fatty and began to smoke down deep inhalations...a warm buzz began to fill his mind and he was falling back into the radio dream...

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Tyler emerged from the teepee ready to fight...

Film Noir...

D. wanted Radio Dream to have a film noir look. So he watched Sunset Boulevard, classic in the genre. The film captured perfectly the existential anxiety that man faces and the German Expressionistic influence was amazing. He would have to point this out to the Director of Photography....

Torture...

Torture turns Zack Smiter He loves it when suspected terrorists are bought in and beaten. He watches from a secret room feeling erotic pleasure with every blow delivered to the prisoners body....

the rise of corporate propaganda...

the radio dream was created to stem the rise of corporate propaganda promulagated by Zack Smither to control the very fabric of the body politic.

Ida May

Ida May had been around but she still retained charm unlike most denzinens of the street who were eaten up working in the sex and zif trades. It was one of the things that appealed to Tyler Sid...

cultural values...

Zack Smiter through the deft use of media took over the minds of the population through the manipulation of cultural values...

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the director of photography was thinking about creating a dark color cast for the scene so he could invoke an ominous mood. In today's scene, Zack Smiter would be announcing to the nation that the country had entered an economic fiscal crisis.
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d in the somber of his thought laughed to himself over the notion that he thought he once could write himself into the movie. "I gave it the best college try," he mused to himself. On the table lay the syringe the would numb the pain of his useless endeavor.

They are listening..

Tyler Sid could feel the insect breath of the hidden camera's of Zack Smither. "They are there," he says to himself. On the street citizens move unaware of their presence absorbed in the daydream Zack has provided for them.

Zack Smiter...

The revolution was complete...Zack Smiter through his social policy had transferred the wealth to the ruling oligarchy class...

zip code activist...

The Director of Photography barked, "where is that goddamn zip code activist?...I need to set the color cast for the scene!!!"

There was a blank expression on everyone's face. No one knew where the zip code activist was.

darkness and shadow...

Darkness and shadow hints outside the window in the fading summer...ego abound evidenced in the belch of the death express...the ice age bought on by Zack Smiter his image tape wrapping around the population's mind like a cancerous virus...

zote zeebe escaped this dilemma by retreating into the fantasy of his imagination. His screenplay would feature him at the center of the universe with omipotent power. He had to have a break with Tyler Sid. Tyler was too arrogant and not subtle and besides his drinking and drugging had grown out of control for Zote to tolerate...

It was time to write himself out of the movie...

darkness behind the street lamp...

darkness behind the street lamp...listening bugs recording all physical movements...stored in a database...

Ida May

Tyler saw Ida down at the bar. She looked really sexy.

information tape...

Zack was in a kinky mood...he wrapped Ida May's naked body up in analog tape...

cold sexual relations...

cold sexual relations abound...the virus unleashed by Zack Smiter has consumed everyone's mind with a certain image of what they require for a body as well as age...Tyler sat, sipping on his forty, smoking a marlboro, thining about how the media portrayed generation x at the early 90's...all those people were old and burnt out now, wrapped in thier mortgage consciousness and gas guzzling suv's...zack had also achieved his goal of disunity by allowing so much ioconsequential information into the universe no one had the capacity to think or an attention span...and what wasn't finished with by the that the elites through manipulation of the wealth made everyone else feel so terribly insecure....

the wind howled in the night a cruel mockery of Tyler's isolation...but he had always been isolated, it was only his perspective of it that changed...

cut the image tape...

Tyler was trying to hack into Zack Smiter's database to break his image tape...diligently he fingerprinted the open ports....it was not easy work...but sooner or later he would strike gold...

It is the future...

It is the future and no one gives...it is the future and everyone is paranoid...it is future and everyone just thinks about themselves...it is the future and gentrification has sent everyone to hell..it is the future and the stale stink of tried ideas reeks to high hell...it is the future and we live like rats in a maze of hierarchy relationships...it is the future and you can be zapped by the image gun and your existence obiliterated in a moments second...it is the future and all relations have turned cold...it is the future and nature is nothing more than a virtual reality...

tyler, sitting in his underwear drinking cheap beer smoking a marlboro, amused...he is still alive well after the Raygun has come and gone...the fame he sought eluded him but it is almost enough to be able to draw breath into the lung...a faint glow of buzz has begun to descend upon his consciousness bought on by the slow but steady consumption of the cheapies...full drags of cigarette smoke into his lung..."how fucking funny,"he thought to himself,"to win the information battle but to lose the war." it had been the intention of the Ruby Kite to hack Zack Smiter's database and disrupt his virtual unreality to restore natural well being...well, they hacked it all right but all it did was scramble everyone's brains...no one had an attention span anymore or conversed in ideas...the image of society had fully consumed everyone's braini...the ultimate achievement of Zack's Smiter's virus...

ha, ha, ha...time to write yourself into the movie...what a fucking joke...if anything, it was time to write yourself out of the movie...it made drinking to get wasted all so much easier...

Virtual Unreality...

Zack Smiter in the 21st century had finally created the virtual unreality he had always craved...perpetual war to create perpetual peace...the candidate of change, barrack obama praising george h.w. bush's enlightened policy...it made our hero Tyler Sid sick to his stomach, bringing on the sensation of wanting to get drunk...having just read sissy nation, so much of it making sense, especially the chapter on the unreality, his great insight into people living on their cell phones, disposable empty minds, cold indifference blowing up the street, cheap scams, insulting hustles, petty jealousies, and so much more....

the war machine...

he saw it years ago...unfolding in the 80's...the accumulation of cash...the top one percent of the nation controlling everything...the rise of reagan democrat....white's voting against their class interests..."you're a nigger, tyler, " the voice on the other end of the phone said....he pickedk up the phone, drunk on cheapies, slurring his speech, "no you're a nigger." the phone hung up. He laughed. "What a pussy," he said to himself and cracked open another beer...and lit another cigarette...the dead cranked out over his itunes but it was okay the old bitch next store wasn't home...it had been years since he had been laid...it almost seemed like it had never happened...long ago it had ceased to be what ideas you had...now it was status, symbol, power...he had tried to pick up the new ways of social media and he had a little bit of success but really it was a young person's game...on the tv lou dobbs rapped about the struggling middle class...at least they could identify with their pain...no one could feel his pain...there, alone in the night, anxiety exploding in his veins, bought on by acute insominia and years of alcoholism...he tried to stave off the effects of this lifestule with yoga and other healthy endeavors but it was of little use...his hair had turned whitefrom it...

information overload...he was one more voice in a cacaphony of noise...it had bothered him for a while but now he had got used to it...like the character in knud hamsum's "hunger." he accepted his fate while he wasted away.l...