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Monday, April 04, 2005

"Le silence est le meme/ Dans toutes les langues, le meme/ Des mots que l'on ne seme pas/ Partout ou le silence est roi" - Paris Combo

After nine days of 37 girls, my little dorm room is quiet, oh so quiet, if not entirely lonely. I have F. Jameson's Postmodernism to keep me company, after all:

"If there is any realism left here, it is a 'realism' that is meant to derive from the shock of grasping that confinement and of slowly becoming aware of a new and original historical situation in which we are condemned to seek History by way of our own pop images and simulacra of that history, which itself remains forever out of reach."

Things we learned about Georgia:
-Five Points and little Five Points not only are not the same thing, they are not at the same Marta stop.
-All the skepticism about Atlanta cabs is warrented, esp. after two (the buddy system?) cabbies openly admitted having no idea how to drive two girls home, then (after making it there) got their car stuck in a ditch backing out of the driveway, and then 1) asked to take shelter in the house (they were female, at least) and 2) after refusing to produce i.d. said never mind, we'll sleep in the car- and did.
-artillery punch....eeps. 3/4 alcohol and you can't taste it (or so they said)
- Coca-Cola World is the most genuinely entertaining monument to propaganda ever

next stop, Poland...

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