Month: July 2004

Someone mapped out the Cold K mutations on this sticker on Broadway. The word on the sticker is fluxus, an art movement that seems to be defined by its obscure boundaries.

“Fluxus” is followed by a colon and – on the next line – a progression of different Cold K ghosts. The last of the Cold Ks is a question mark. One (overly-?)close reading of the sticker might be that it’s saying that the progress of Cold K is fluxus.

There’s a cartoon character standing on the first Cold K. He might be part of the flow of ghosts. Or he may be the sticker artist standing on a Cold K soapbox and saying, “This is fluxus.” If he represents the latter, is he in on BOTW, or is he an outside observer and commentator?

Cold K is evolving, or devolving…

“May it [The Declaration of Independence] be to the world, what I believe it will be, (to some parts sooner, to others later, but finally to all,) the signal of arousing men to burst the chains under which monkish ignorance and superstition had persuaded them to bind themselves, and to assume the blessings and security of self-government.”
-Thomas Jefferson, June 24, 1826

Among the grievances against the King of Great Britain listed in The Declaration of Independence, there are a small number that could be levied against a modern administration:
“For depriving us, in many cases, of the benefits of trial by jury”
“For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments.”

It has as many reference to the rights of men as to the rights of people, and there’s at least one passage where one fundamental point is ignored entirely:
“He has . . . endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction, of all ages, sexes and conditions.”

But it’s interesting and relevent, and is entirely readable:

Did I ever tell you about the time I stood outside a friend’s apartment in Paris after a day-long train ride and shouted his name, hoping he’d hear me and let me inside?

I did? Really? But that one was sort of funny. I wanted to make it sad this time.