> What I want to know is the question someone else asked
> recently: Where are the funky deconstructionists who will
> pop out of closets chanting nineteenth century romantic
> poems about kinky sex?
They're all off selling their nonexistent souls for tenure-track positions in English departments, or writing ads for major corporations trying to out-deconstruct other companies' offerings. The closet thing has become strictly a rental business. If you're into extreme decadence, of course, any random listing of the S&P's price-to-earnings ratio or WorldWatch's state of the earth report will put the antics of Marquis de Sade to shame.
This list has been awfully economics-driven, though. I suspect this is due to the sheer marquee value of the term "LBO". Who wouldn't want to have that little Leftie electronic bumper-sticker on their cc: list? This is the Daimler-Benz -- whoops, Daimler-Chrysler -- of Leftie mailing lists (maybe Pen-L and LBO will issue joint stock one of these days).
Well, it's time to liven things up with reports of sheep riots in New Zealand, or revolutionary burblings in the skateboard shops of Santa Barbara. Anyone got some East Coast hip hop lyrics to throw down? I'm still searching for the next sentence of Cypress Hill's classic West Coast line, "Alpha disco psycho beta" -- like the fragment of a DNA code which just hangs there, incapable of further replication, pending vastly expensive retro-bio-culturo-engineering. I have this uncanny feeling all the really cool hip hop is being written in suburban Paris immigrant 'hoods these days, the "toi" of the patois as Eurocapital wilds the East.
-- Dennis