CULTURE
JAMMING: HACKING, SLASHING AND SNIPING IN THE EMPIRE OF SIGNS by
Mark Dery
I. THE EMPIRE OF SIGNS
"My fellow Americans," exhorted John F. Kennedy, "haven't
you ever wanted to put your foot through your television screen?"
Of course, it wasn't actually Kennedy, but an actor in "Media
Burn," a spectacle staged in 1975 by the performance art collective
Ant Farm. Speaking from a dais, "Kennedy" held forth on
America's addiction to the plug-in drug, declaring, "Mass media
monopolies control people by their control of information."
On cue, an assistant doused a wall of TV sets with kerosene and
flicked a match at the nearest console. An appreciative roar went
up from the crowd as the televisions exploded into snapping flames
and roiling smoke.
Minutes later, a customized 1959 Cadillac hurtled through the fiery
wall with a shuddering crunch and ground to a halt, surrounded by
the smashed, blackened carcasses of televisions. Here and there,
some sets still burned; one by one, their picture tubes imploded,
to the onlookers' delight. A postcard reproduction of the event's
pyrotechnic climax, printed on the occasion of the its tenth anniversary,
bears a droll poem:
Modern alert
plague is here
burn your TV
exterminate fear
Image breakers
smashing TV
American heroes
burn to be free
In "Media Burn," Ant Farm indulged publicly in the guilty
pleasure of kicking a hole in the cathode-ray tube. Now, almost
two decades later, TV's cyclopean eye peers into every corner of
the cultural arena, and the desire to blind it is as strong as ever.
"Media Burn" materializes the wish-fulfillment dream of
a consumer democracy that yearns, in its hollow heart and empty
head, for a belief system loftier than the "family values"
promised by a Volvo ad campaign, discourse more elevated than that
offered by the shark tank feeding-frenzy of The McLaughlin Hour.
It is a postmodern commonplace that our lives are intimately and
inextricably bound up in the TV experience. Ninety-eight percent
of all American households -- more than have indoor plumbing --
have at least one television, which is on seven hours a day, on
the average. Dwindling funds for public schools and libraries, counterpointed
by the skyrocketing sales of VCRs and electronic games, have given
rise to a culture of "aliteracy," defined by Roger Cohen
as "the rejection of books by children and young adults who
know how to read but choose not to." The drear truth that two
thirds of Americans get "most of their information" from
television is hardly a revelation.
Media prospector Bill McKibben wonders about the exchange value
of such information:
We believe we live in the 'age of information,' that there has been
an information 'explosion,' an information 'revolution.' While in
a certain narrow sense this is the case, in many important ways
just the opposite is true. We also live at a moment of deep ignorance,
when vital knowledge that humans have always possessed about who
we are and where we live seems beyond our reach. An Unenlightenment.
An age of missing information.
The effects of television are most deleterious in the realms of
journalism and politics; in both spheres, TV has reduced discourse
to photo ops and sound bites, asserting the hegemony of image over
language, emotion over intellect. These developments are bodied
forth in Ronald Reagan, a TV conjuration who for eight years held
the news media, and thus the American public, spellbound. As Mark
Hertsgaard points out, the President's media-savvy handlers were
able to reduce the fourth estate, which likes to think of itself
as an unblinking watchdog, to a fawning lapdog: Deaver, Gergen and
their colleagues effectively rewrote the rules of presidential image-making.
On the basis of a sophisticated analysis of the American news media
-- how it worked, which buttons to push when, what techniques had
and had not worked for previous administrations -- they introduced
a new model for packaging the nation's top politician and using
the press to sell him to the American public. Their objective was
not simply to tame the press but to transform it into an unwitting
mouthpiece of the government.
During the Reagan years, America was transformed into a TV democracy
whose prime directive is social control through the fabrication
and manipulation of images. "We [the Reagan campaign staff]
tried to create the most entertaining, visually attractive scene
to fill that box, so that the cameras from the networks would have
to use it," explained former Reagan advisor Michael Deaver.
"It would be so good that they'd say, 'Boy, this is going to
make our show tonight.' [W]e became Hollywood producers."
The conversion of American society into a virtual reality was lamentably
evident in the Persian Gulf War, a made-for-TV miniseries with piggybacked
merchandising (T-shirts, baseball caps, Saddam toilet paper, Original
Desert Shield Condoms) and gushy, Entertainment Tonight-style hype
from a cheerleading media. When filmmaker Jon Alpert, under contract
to NBC, brought back stomach-churning footage of Iraq under U.S.
bombardment, the network -- which is owned by one of the world's
largest arms manufacturers, General Electric -- fired Alpert and
refused to air the film. Not that Alpert's film would have roused
the body politic: Throughout the war, the American people demanded
the right not to know. A poll cited in The New York Times was particularly
distressing: "Given a choice between increasing military control
over information or leaving it to news organizations to make most
decisions about reporting on the war, 57 per cent of those responding
said they would favor greater military control."
During the war's first weeks, as home front news organizations aided
Pentagon spin control by maintaining a near-total blackout on coverage
of protest marches, Deaver was giddy with enthusiasm. "If you
were going to hire a public relations firm to do the media relations
for an international event," he bubbled, "it couldn't
be done any better than this is being done." In fact, a P.R.
firm, Hill & Knowlton, was hired; it orchestrated the congressional
testimony of the distraught young Kuwaiti woman whose horror stories
about babies ripped from incubators and left "on the cold floor
to die" by Iraqi soldiers was highly effective in mobilizing
public support for the war. Her testimony was never substantiated,
and her identity -- she was the daughter of the Kuwaiti ambassador
to the U.S. -- was concealed, but why niggle over details? "Formulated
like a World War II movie, the Gulf War even ended like a World
War II movie," wrote Neal Gabler, "with the troops marching
triumphantly down Broadway or Main Street, bathed in the gratitude
of their fellow Americans while the final credits rolled."
After the yellow ribbons were taken down, however, a creeping disaffection
remained. A slowly-spreading rancor at the televisual Weltanschauung,
it is with us still, exacerbated by the prattle of talk show hosts,
anchorclones, and the Teen Talk Barbie advertised on Saturday mornings
whose "four fun phrases" include "I love shopping"
and "Meet me at the mall." Mark Crispin Miller neatly
sums TV's place in our society:
Everybody watches it, but no one really likes it. This is the open
secret of TV today. Its only champions are its own executives, the
advertisers who exploit it, and a compromised network of academic
boosters. Otherwise, TV has no spontaneous defenders, because there
is almost nothing in it to defend.
The rage and frustration of the disempowered viewer exorcised in
"Media Burn" bubbles up, unexpectedly, in "57 Channels
(And Nothin' On)", Bruce Springsteen's Scorsese-esque tale
of a man unhinged by the welter of meaningless information that
assails him from every channel. Springsteen sings: "So I bought
a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast/ And in the blessed name of
Elvis well I just let it blast/ 'Til my TV lay in pieces there at
my feet/ And they busted me for disturbin' the almighty peace."
Significantly, the video for "57 Channels" incorporates
footage of a white Cadillac on a collision course with a wall of
flaming TV sets, in obvious homage to "Media Burn." The
ritual destruction of the TV set, endlessly iterated in American
mass culture, can be seen as a retaliatory gesture by an audience
that has begun to bridle, if only intuitively, at the suggestion
that "power" resides in the remote control unit, that
"freedom of choice" refers to the ever-greater options
offered around the dial. This techno-voodoo rite constitutes the
symbolic obliteration of a one-way information pipeline that only
transmits, never receives. It is an act of sympathetic magic performed
in the name of all who are obliged to peer at the world through
peepholes owned by multinational conglomerates for whom the profit
margin is the bottom line. "To the eye of the consumer,"
notes Ben Bagdikian,
the global media oligopoly is not visible...Newsstands still display
rows of newspapers and magazines, in a dazzling array of colors
and subjects...Throughout the world, broadcast and cable channels
continue to multiply, as do video cassettes and music recordings.
But...if this bright kaleidoscope suddenly disappeared and was replaced
by the corporate colophons of those who own this output, the collage
would go gray with the names of the few multinationals that now
command the field.
In his watershed work, The Media Monopoly, Bagdikian reports that
the number of transnational media giants has dropped to 23 and is
rapidly shrinking. Following another vector, Herbert Schiller considers
the interlocked issues of privatized information and limited access:
The commercialization of information, its private acquisition and
sale, has become a major industry. While more material than ever
before, in formats created for special use, is available at a price,
free public information supported by general taxation is attacked
by the private sector as an unacceptable form of subsidy...An individual's
ability to know the actual circumstances of national and international
existence has progressively diminished.
Martin A. Lee and Norman Solomon level another, equally disturbing
charge:
In an era of network news cutbacks and staff layoffs, many reporters
are reluctant to pursue stories they know will upset management.
"People are more careful now," remarked a former NBC news
producer, "because this whole notion of freedom of the press
becomes a contradiction when the people who own the media are the
same people who need to be reported on."
Corporate ownership of the newsmedia, the subsumption of an ever-larger
number of publishing companies and television networks into an ever-smaller
number of multinationals, and the increased privatization of truth
by an information-rich, technocratic elite are not newly-risen issues.
More recent is the notion that the public mind is being colonized
by corporate phantasms -- wraithlike images of power and desire
that haunt our dreams. Consider the observations of Neal Gabler:
Everywhere the fabricated, the inauthentic and the theatrical have
gradually driven out the natural, the genuine and the spontaneous
until there is no distinction between real life and stagecraft.
In fact, one could argue that the theatricalization of American
life is the major cultural transformation of this century.
And Marshall Blonsky:
We can no longer do anything without wanting to see it immediately
on video...There is never any longer an event or a person who acts
for himself, in himself. The direction of events and of people is
to be reproduced into image, to be doubled in the image of television.
[T]oday the referent disappears. In circulation are images. Only
images.
The territory demarcated by Gabler and Blonsky, lush with fictions
yet strangely barren, has been mapped in detail by the philosopher
Jean Baudrillard. In his landmark 1975 essay, "The Precession
of Simulacra," Baudrillard put forth the notion that we inhabit
a "hyperreality," a hall of media mirrors in which reality
has been lost in an infinity of reflections. We "experience"
events, first and foremost, as electronic reproductions of rumored
phenomena many times removed, he maintains; originals, invariably
compared to their digitally-enhanced representations, inevitably
fall short. In the "desert of the real," asserts Baudrillard,
mirages outnumber oases and are more alluring to the thirsty eye.
Moreover, he argues, signs that once pointed toward distant realities
now refer only to themselves. Disneyland's Main Street, U.S.A, which
depicts the sort of idyllic, turn-of-the-century burg that exists
only in Norman Rockwell paintings and MGM backlots, is a textbook
example of self-referential simulation, a painstaking replica of
something that never was. "These would be the successive phases
of the image," writes Baudrillard, betraying an almost necrophiliac
relish as he contemplates the decomposition of culturally-defined
reality. "[The image] is the reflection of a basic reality;
it masks and perverts a basic reality; it masks the absence of a
basic reality; it bears no relation to any reality whatever: it
is its own pure simulacrum."
Reality isn't what it used to be. In America, factory capitalism
has been superseded by an information economy characterized by the
reduction of labor to the manipulation, on computers, of symbols
that stand in for the manufacturing process. The engines of industrial
production have slowed, yielding to a phantasmagoric capitalism
that produces intangible commodities -- Hollywood blockbusters,
television sit-coms, catchphrases, jingles, buzzwords, images, one-minute
megatrends, financial transactions flickering through fiberoptic
bundles. Our wars are Nintendo wars, fought with camera-equipped
smart bombs that marry cinema and weaponry in a television that
kills. Futurologists predict that the flagship technology of the
coming century will be "virtual reality," a computer-based
system that immerses users wearing headgear wired for sight and
sound in computer-animated worlds. In virtual reality, the television
swallows the viewer, headfirst.
II. CULTURE JAMMING
Meanwhile, the question remains: How to box with shadows? In other
words, what shape does an engaged politics assume in an empire of
signs?
The answer lies, perhaps, in the "semiological guerrilla warfare"
imagined by Umberto Eco. "[T]he receiver of the message seems
to have a residual freedom: the freedom to read it in a different
way...I am proposing an action to urge the audience to control the
message and its multiple possibilities of interpretation,"
he writes. "[O]ne medium can be employed to communicate a series
of opinions on another medium...The universe of Technological Communication
would then be patrolled by groups of communications guerrillas,
who would restore a critical dimension to passive reception."
Eco assumes, a priori, the radical politics of visual literacy,
an idea eloquently argued by Stuart Ewen, a critic of consumer culture.
"We live at a time when the image has become the predominant
mode of public address, eclipsing all other forms in the structuring
of meaning," asserts Ewen. "Yet little in our education
prepares us to make sense of the rhetoric, historical development
or social implications of the images within our lives." In
a society of heat, light and electronic poltergeists -- an eerie
otherworld of "illimitable vastness, brilliant light, and the
gloss and smoothness of material things" -- the desperate project
of reconstructing meaning, or at least reclaiming that notion from
marketing departments and P.R. firms, requires visually-literate
ghostbusters.
Culture jammers answer to that name. "Jamming" is CB slang
for the illegal practice of interrupting radio broadcasts or conversations
between fellow hams with lip farts, obscenities, and other equally
jejune hijinx. Culture jamming, by contrast, is directed against
an ever more intrusive, instrumental technoculture whose operant
mode is the manufacture of consent through the manipulation of symbols.
The term "cultural jamming" was first used by the collage
band Negativland to describe billboard alteration and other forms
of media sabotage. On Jamcon '84, a mock-serious bandmember observes,
"As awareness of how the media environment we occupy affects
and directs our inner life grows, some resist...The skillfully reworked
billboard...directs the public viewer to a consideration of the
original corporate strategy. The studio for the cultural jammer
is the world at large."
Part artistic terrorists, part vernacular critics, culture jammers,
like Eco's "communications guerrillas," introduce noise
into the signal as it passes from transmitter to receiver, encouraging
idiosyncratic, unintended interpretations. Intruding on the intruders,
they invest ads, newscasts, and other media artifacts with subversive
meanings; simultaneously, they decrypt them, rendering their seductions
impotent. Jammers offer irrefutable evidence that the right has
no copyright on war waged with incantations and simulations. And,
like Ewen's cultural cryptographers, they refuse the role of passive
shoppers, renewing the notion of a public discourse.
Finally, and just as importantly, culture jammers are Groucho Marxists,
ever mindful of the fun to be had in the joyful demolition of oppressive
ideologies. As the inveterate prankster and former Dead Kennedy
singer Jello Biafra once observed, "There's a big difference
between 'simple crime' like holding up a 7-11, and 'creative crime'
as a form of expression...Creative crime is...uplifting to the soul...What
better way to survive our anthill society than by abusing the very
mass media that sedates the public?...A prank a day keeps the dog
leash away!"
Jamming is part of a historical continuum that includes Russian
samizdat (underground publishing in defiance of official censorship);
the anti-fascist photomontages of John Heartfield; Situationist
detournement (defined by Greil Marcus, in Lipstick Traces, as "the
theft of aesthetic artifacts from their contexts and their diversion
into contexts of one's own devise"); the underground journalism
of '60s radicals such as Paul Krassner, Jerry Rubin, and Abbie Hoffman;
Yippie street theater such as the celebrated attempt to levitate
the Pentagon; parody religions such as the Dallas-based Church of
the Subgenius; workplace sabotage of the sort documented by Processed
World, a magazine for disaffected data entry drones; the ecopolitical
monkeywrenching of Earth First!; the random acts of Artaudian cruelty
that radical theorist Hakim Bey calls "poetic terrorism"
("weird dancing in all-night computer banking lobbies...bizarre
alien artifacts strewn in State Parks"); the insurgent use
of the "cut-up" collage technique proposed by William
Burroughs in "Electronic Revolution" ("The control
of the mass media depends on laying down lines of association...Cut/up
techniques could swamp the mass media with total illusion");
and subcultural bricolage (the refunctioning, by societal "outsiders,"
of symbols associated with the dominant culture, as in the appropriation
of corporate attire and Vogue model poses by poor, gay, and largely
nonwhite drag queens).
An elastic category, culture jamming accommodates a multitude of
subcultural practices. Outlaw computer hacking with the intent of
exposing institutional or corporate wrongdoing is one example; "slashing,"
or textual poaching, is another. (The term "slashing"
derives from the pornographic "K/S" -- short for "Kirk/Spock"
-- stories written by female Star Trek fans and published in underground
fanzines. Spun from the perceived homoerotic subtext in Star Trek
narratives, K/S, or "slash," tales are often animated
by feminist impulses. I have appropriated the term for general use,
applying it to any form of jamming in which tales told for mass
consumption are perversely reworked.) Transmission jamming; pirate
TV and radio broadcasting; and camcorder countersurveillance (in
which low-cost consumer technologies are used by DIY muckrakers
to document police brutality or governmental corruption) are potential
modus operandi for the culture jammer. So, too, is media activism
such as the cheery immolation of a mound of television sets in front
of CBS's Manhattan offices -- part of a protest against media bias
staged by FAIR (Fairness and Accuracy In Reporting) during the Gulf
War -- and "media-wrenching" such as ACT UP's disruption
of The MacNeil/Lehrer Newshour in protest of infrequent AIDS coverage.
A somewhat more conventional strain of culture jamming is mediawatch
projects such as Paper Tiger Television, an independent production
collective that produces segments critiquing the information industry;
Deep Dish TV, a grassroots satellite network that distributes free-thinking
programming to public access cable channels nationwide; and Not
Channel Zero, a collective of young African-American "camcorder
activists" whose motto is "The Revolution, Televised."
And then there is academy hacking -- cultural studies, conducted
outside university walls, by insurgent intellectuals.
Thus, culture jamming assumes many guises; let us consider, in greater
detail, some of its more typical manifestations.
Sniping and Subvertising
"Subvertising," the production and dissemination of anti-ads
that deflect Madison Avenue's attempts to turn the consumer's attention
in a given direction, is an ubiquitous form of jamming. Often, it
takes the form of "sniping" -- illegal, late-night sneak
attacks on public space by operatives armed with posters, brushes,
and buckets of wheatpaste.
Adbusters, a Vancouver, B.C.-based quarterly that critiques consumer
culture, enlivens its pages with acid satires. "Absolut Nonsense,"
a cunningly-executed spoof featuring a suspiciously familiar-looking
bottle, proclaimed: "Any suggestion that our advertising campaign
has contributed to alcoholism, drunk driving or wife and child beating
is absolute nonsense. No one pays any attention to advertising."
Ewen, himself a covert jammer, excoriates conspicuous consumption
in his "Billboards of the Future" -- anonymously-mailed
Xerox broadsides like his ad for "Chutzpah: cologne for women
& men, one splash and you'll be demanding the equal distribution
of wealth." Guerrilla Girls, a cabal of feminist artists that
bills itself as "the conscience of the art world," is
known for savagely funny, on-target posters, one of which depicted
a nude odalisque in a gorilla mask, asking, "Do women have
to get naked to get into the Met. Museum?" Los Angeles's Robbie
Conal covers urban walls with the information age equivalent of
Dorian Gray's portrait: grotesque renderings of Oliver North, Ed
Meese, and other scandal-ridden politicos. "I'm interested
in counter-advertising," he says, "using the streamlined
sign language of advertising in a kind of reverse penetration."
For gay activists, subvertising and sniping have proven formidable
weapons. A March, 1991 Village Voice report from the frontlines
of the "outing" wars made mention of "Absolutely
Queer" posters, credited to a phantom organization called OUTPOST,
appearing on Manhattan buildings. One, sparked by the controversy
over the perceived homophobia in Silence of the Lambs, featured
a photo of Jodie Foster, with the caption: "Oscar Winner. Yale
Graduate. Ex-Disney Moppet. Dyke." Queer Nation launched a
"Truth in Advertising" postering campaign that sent up
New York Lotto ads calculated to part the poor and their money;
in them, the official tagline, "All You Need is a Dollar and
a Dream" became "All You Need is a Three-Dollar Bill and
a Dream." The graphics collective Gran Fury, formerly part
of ACT UP, has taken its sharp-tongued message even further: a superslick
Benetton parody ran on buses in San Francisco and New York in 1989.
Its headline blared "Kissing Doesn't Kill: Greed and Indifference
Do" over a row of kissing couples, all of them racially-mixed
and two of them gay. "We are trying to fight for attention
as hard as Coca-Cola fights for attention," says group member
Loring Mcalpin. "[I]f anyone is angry enough and has a Xerox
machine and has five or six friends who feel the same way, you'd
be surprised how far you can go."
Media Hoaxing
Media hoaxing, the fine art of hoodwinking journalists into covering
exhaustively researched, elaborately staged deceptions, is culture
jamming in its purest form. Conceptual con artists like Joey Skaggs
dramatize the dangers inherent in a press that seems to have forgotten
the difference between the public good and the bottom line, between
the responsibility to enlighten and the desire to entertain.
Skaggs has been flimflamming journalists since 1966, pointing up
the self-replicating, almost viral nature of news stories in a wired
world. The trick, he confides, "is to get someone from an out-of-state
newspaper to run a story on something sight unseen, and then you
Xerox that story and include it in a second mailing. Journalists
see that it has appeared in print and think, therefore, that there's
no need to do any further research. That's how a snowflake becomes
a snowball and finally an avalanche, which is the scary part. There's
a point at which it becomes very difficult to believe anything the
media tells you."
In 1976, Skaggs created the Cathouse For Dogs, a canine bordello
that offered a "savory selection" of doggie Delilahs,
ranging from pedigree (Fifi, the French poodle) to mutt (Lady the
Tramp). The ASPCA was outraged, the Soho News was incensed, and
ABC devoted a segment to it which later received an Emmy nomination
for best news broadcast of the year. In time, Skaggs reappeared
as the leader of Walk Right!, a combat-booted Guardian Angels-meet-Emily
Post outfit determined to improve sidewalk etiquette, and later
as Joe Bones, head of a Fat Squad whose tough guy enforcers promised,
for a fee, to prevent overweight clients from cheating on diets.
As Dr. Joseph Gregor, Skaggs convinced UPI and New York's WNBC-TV
that hormones extracted from mutant cockroaches could cure arthritis,
acne, and nuclear radiation sickness.
After reeling in the media outlets who have taken his bait, Skaggs
holds a conference at which he reveals his deception. "The
hoax," he insists, "is just the hook. The second phase,
in which I reveal the hoax, is the important part. As Joey Skaggs,
I can't call a press conference to talk about how the media has
been turned into a government propaganda machine, manipulating us
into believing we've got to go to war in the Middle East. But as
a jammer, I can go into these issues in the process of revealing
a hoax."
Audio Agitprop
Audio agitprop, much of which utilizes digital samplers to deconstruct
media culture and challenge copyright law, is a somewhat more innocuous
manifestation. Likely suspects include Sucking Chest Wound, whose
God Family Country ponders mobthink and media bias; The Disposable
Heroes of Hiphoprisy, who take aim in "Television, the Drug
of the Nation" at "happy talk" newscasts that embrace
the values of MTV and Entertainment Tonight; Producers For Bob,
whose pert, chittering dance tracks provide an unlikely backdrop
for monologues about "media ecology," a McLuhan-inspired
strategy for survival in a toxic media environment; and Chris Burke,
whose Oil War, with its cut-up press conferences, presidential speeches,
and nightly newsbites, is pirate C-Span for Noam Chomsky readers.
Sucking Chest Wound's Wayne Morris speaks for all when he says,
"I get really angry with the biased coverage that's passed
off as objective journalism. By taking scraps of the news and blatantly
manipulating them, we're having our revenge on manipulative media."
Billboard Banditry
Lastly, there is billboard banditry, the phenomenon that inspired
Negativland's coinage. Australia's BUGA UP stages hit-and-run "demotions,"
or anti-promotions, scrawling graffiti on cigarette or liquor ads.
The group's name is at once an acronym for "Billboard-Utilizing
Graffitists Against Unhealthy Promotions" and a pun on "bugger
up," Aussie slang for "screw up."
In like fashion, African-American activists have decided to resist
cigarette and liquor ads targeting communities of color by any means
necessary. Describing Reverend Calvin Butts and fellow Harlem residents
attacking a Hennesey billboard with paint and rollers, Z magazine's
Michael Kamber reports, "In less than a minute there's only
a large white blotch where moments before the woman had smiled coyly
down at the street." Chicago's Reverend Michael Pfleger is
a comrade-in-arms; he and his Operation Clean defaced -- some prefer
the term "refaced" -- approximately 1,000 cigarette and
alcohol billboards in 1990 alone. "It started with the illegal
drug problem," says Pfleger. "But you soon realize that
the number-one killer isn't crack or heroin, but tobacco. And we
realized that to stop tobacco and alcohol we [had] to go after the
advertising problem."
San Francisco's Billboard Liberation Front, together with Truth
in Advertising, a band of "midnight billboard editors"
based in Santa Cruz, snap motorists out of their rush hour trances
with deconstructed, reconstructed billboards. In the wake of the
Valdez disaster, the BLF reinvented a radio promo -- "Hits
Happen. New X-100" -- as "Shit Happens -- New Exxon";
TIA turned "Tropical Blend. The Savage Tan" into "Typical
Blend. Sex in Ads." Inspired by a newsflash that plans were
underway to begin producing neutron bombs, a Seattle-based trio
known as SSS reworked a Kent billboard proclaiming "Hollywood
Bowled Over By Kent III Taste!" to read "Hollywood Bowled
Over By Neutron Bomb!," replacing the cigarette pack with a
portrait of then-President Ronald Reagan.
Artfux and the breakaway group Cicada Corps of Artists are New Jersey-based
agitprop collectives who snipe and stage neo-Situationist happenings.
On one occasion, Artfux members joined painter Ron English for a
tutorial of sorts, in which English instructed the group in the
fine art of billboard banditry. Painting and mounting posters conceptualized
by English, Artfux accompanied the New York artist on a one-day,
all-out attack on Manhattan. One undercover operation used math
symbols to spell out the corporate equation for animal murder and
ecological disaster: A hapless-looking cow plus a death's-head equalled
a McDonald's polystyrene clamshell. "Food, foam and Fun!,"
the tagline taunted. In a similar vein, the group mocked "Smooth
Joe," the Camel cigarettes camel, turning his phallic nose
into a flaccid penis and his sagging lips into bobbing testicles.
One altered billboard adjured, "Drink Coca-Cola -- It Makes
You Fart," while another showed a seamed, careworn Uncle Sam
opposite the legend, "Censorship is good because -- -- -- -!"
"Corporations and the government have the money and the means
to sell anything they want, good or bad," noted Artfux member
Orlando Cuevas in a Jersey Journal feature on the group. "We...[are]
ringing the alarm for everyone else."
III. GUERRILLA SEMIOTICS
Culture jammers often make use of what might be called "guerrilla"
semiotics -- analytical techniques not unlike those employed by
scholars to decipher the signs and symbols that constitute a culture's
secret language, what literary theorist Roland Barthes called "systems
of signification." These systems, notes Barthes in the introduction
to Elements of Semiology, comprise nonverbal as well as verbal modes
of communication, encompassing "images, gestures, musical sounds,
objects, and the complex associations of all these."
It is no small irony -- or tragedy -- that semiotics, which seeks
to make explicit the implicit meanings in the sign language of society,
has become pop culture shorthand for an academic parlor trick useful
in divining the hidden significance in Casablanca, Disneyland, or
our never-ending obsession with Marilyn Monroe. In paranoid pop
psych such as Wilson Bryan Key's Subliminal Seduction, semiotics
offers titillating decryptions of naughty advertising. "This
preoccupation with subliminal advertising," writes Ewen, "is
part of the legendary life of post-World War II American capitalism:
the word 'SEX' written on the surface of Ritz crackers, copulating
bodies or death images concealed in ice cubes, and so forth."
Increasingly, advertising assumes this popular mythology: a recent
print ad depicted a cocktail glass filled with icecubes, the words
"Absolut vodka" faintly discernible on their craggy, shadowed
surfaces. The tagline: "Absolut Subliminal."
All of which makes semiotics seem trivial, effete, although it is
an inherently political project; Barthes "set out..to examine
the normally hidden set of rules, codes and conventions through
which meanings particular to specific social groups (i.e. those
in power) are rendered universal and 'given' for the whole of society."
Marshall Blonsky has called semiotics "a defense against information
sickness, the 'too-muchness' of the world," fulfilling Marshall
McLuhan's prophecy that "just as we now try to control atom-bomb
fallout, so we will one day try to control media fallout."
As used by culture jammers, it is an essential tool in the all-important
undertaking of making sense of the world, its networks of power,
the encoded messages that flicker ceaselessly along its communication
channels.
This is not to say that all of the jammers mentioned in this essay
knowingly derive their ideas from semiotics or are even familiar
with it, only that their ad hoc approach to cultural analysis has
much in common with the semiotician's attempt to "read between
the lines" of culture considered as a text. Most jammers have
little interest in the deliria that result from long immersion in
the academic vacuum, breathing pure theory. They intuitively refuse
the rejection of engaged politics typical of postmodernists like
Baudrillard, a disempowering stance that too often results in an
overeagerness for ringside seats at the gotterdammerung. The L.A.
Weekly's disquieting observation that Baudrillard "loves to
observe the liquidation of culture, to experience the delivery from
depth" calls to mind Walter Benjamin's pronouncement that mankind's
"self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience
its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order."
Jammers, in contrast, are attempting to reclaim the public space
ceded to the chimeras of Hollywood and Madison Avenue, to restore
a sense of equilibrium to a society sickened by the vertiginous
whirl of TV culture.
Postscript From the Edge
The territory mapped by this essay ends at the edge of the electronic
frontier, the "world space of multinational capital" (Fredric
Jameson) where vast sums are blipped from one computer to another
through phone lines twined around the globe. Many of us already
spend our workdays in an incunabular form of cyberpunk writer William
Gibson's "cyberspace," defined in his novel Neuromancer
as "a consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions
of legitimate operators...A graphic representation of data abstracted
from the banks of every computer in the human system." The
experience of computer scientist W. Daniel Hillis, once novel, is
becoming increasingly familiar:
When I first met my wife, she was immersed in trading options. Her
office was in the top of a skyscraper in Boston, and yet, in a very
real sense, when she was at work she was in a world that could not
be identified with any single physical location. Sitting at a computer
screen, she lived in a world that consisted of offers and trades,
a world in which she knew friends and enemies, safe and stormy weather.
For a large portion of each day, that world was more real to her
than her physical surroundings.
In the next century, growing numbers of Americans will work and
play in artificial environments that only exist, in the truest sense,
as bytes stored in computer memory. The explosion of computer-based
interactive media seems destined to sweep away (at least in its
familiar form) the decidedly non-interactive medium that has dominated
the latter half of this century: television. Much of this media
may one day be connected to a high-capacity, high-speed fiber optic
network of "information superhighways" linking as many
homes as are currently serviced by the telephone network. This network,
predicts computer journalist John Markoff, "could do for the
flow of information -- words, music, movies, medical images, manufacturing
blueprints and much more -- what the transcontinental railroad did
for the flow of goods a century ago and the interstate highway system
did in this century."
The culture jammer's question, as always, is: Who will have access
to this cornucopia of information, and on what terms? Will fiber-optic
superhighways make stored knowledge universally available, in the
tradition of the public library, or will they merely facilitate
psychological carpet bombing designed to soften up consumer defenses?
And what of the network news? Will it be superseded by local broadcasts,
with their heartwarming (always "heartwarming") tales
of rescued puppies and shocking (always "shocking") stories
of senseless mayhem, mortared together with airhead banter? Or will
the Big Three give way to innumerable news channels, each a conduit
for information about global, national and local events germane
to a specific demographic? Will cyberpunk telejournalists equipped
with Hi-8 video cameras, digital scanners, and PC-based editing
facilities hack their way into legitimate broadcasts? Or will they,
in a medium of almost infinite bandwidth and channels beyond count,
simply be given their own airtime? In short, will the electronic
frontier be wormholed with "temporary autonomous zones"
-- Hakim Bey's term for pirate utopias, centrifuges in which social
gravity is artificially suspended -- or will it be subdivided and
overdeveloped by what cultural critic Andrew Ross calls "the
military-industrial-media complex?" Gibson, who believes that
we are "moving toward a world where all of the consumers under
a certain age will...identify more...with the products they consume
than...with any sort of antiquated notion of nationality,"
is not sanguine. In the video documentary Cyberpunk, he conjures
a minatory vision of what will happen when virtual reality is married
to a device that stimulates the brain directly. "It's going
to be very commercial," he says. "We could wind up with
something that felt like having a very, very expensive American
television commercial injected directly into your cortex."
"For Sale" signs already litter the unreal estate of cyberspace.
A New York Times article titled "A Rush to Stake Claims on
the Multimedia Frontier" prophesies "software and hardware
that will connect consumers seamlessly to services...[allowing them]
to shop from home," while a Newsweek cover story on interactive
media promises "new technology that will change the way you
shop, play and learn" (the order, here, speaks volumes about
American priorities). Video retailers are betting that the intersection
of interactive media and home shopping will result in zillions of
dollars' worth of impulse buys: zirconium rings, nonstick frying
pans, costumed dolls, spray-on toupees. What a New York Times author
cutely calls Communicopia ("the convergence of virtually all
communications technologies") may end up looking like the Home
Shopping Network on steroids.
But hope springs eternal, even in cyberspace. Jammers are heartened
by the electronic frontier's promise of a new media paradigm --
interactive rather than passive, nomadic and atomized rather than
resident and centralized, egalitarian rather than elitist. To date,
this paradigm has assumed two forms: the virtual community and the
desktop-published or on-line 'zine. ("'Zine," the preferred
term among underground publishers, has subtly political connotations:
grassroots organization, a shoestring budget, an anti-aesthetic
of exuberant sloppiness, a lively give-and-take between transmitters
and receivers, and, more often than not, a mocking, oppositional
stance vis a vis mainstream media.) Virtual communities are comprised
of computer users connected by modem to the bulletin board systems
(BBS's) springing up all over the Internet, the worldwide meta-network
that connects international computer networks. Funded not by advertisers
but by paid subscribers, the BBS is a first, faltering step toward
the jammer's dream of a truly democratic mass medium. Although virtual
communities fall short of utopia -- women and people of color are
grossly underrepresented, and those who cannot afford the price
of admission or who are alienated from technology because of their
cultural status are denied access -- they nonetheless represent
a profound improvement on the homogenous, hegemonic medium of television.
On a BBS, any subscriber may initiate a discussion topic, no matter
how arcane, in which other subscribers may participate. If the bulletin
board in question is plugged into the Internet, their comments will
be read and responded to by computer users scattered across the
Internet. On-line forums retire, at long last, the Sunday morning
punditocracy, the expert elite, the celebrity anchorclones of network
news, even the electronic town hall, with its carefully-screened
audience and over-rehearsed politicians. As one resident of a San
Francisco-based bulletin board called the WELL noted,
This medium gives us the possibility (illusory as it may be) that
we can build a world unmediated by authorities and experts. The
roles of reader, writer, and critic are so quickly interchangeable
that they become increasingly irrelevant in a community of co-creation.
In like fashion, ever-cheaper, increasingly sophisticated desktop
publishing packages (such as the software and hardware used to produce
this pamphlet) ensure that, in a society where freedom of the press
-- as A.J. Leibling so presciently noted -- is guaranteed only to
those who own one, multinational monoliths are not the only publishers.
As Gareth Branwyn, a one-time 'zine publisher and longtime resident
of virtual communities, points out,
The current saturation of relatively inexpensive multimedia communication
tools holds tremendous potential for destroying the monopoly of
ideas we have lived with for so long...A personal computer can be
configured to act as a publishing house, a broadcast-quality TV
studio, a professional recording studio, or the node in an international
computer bulletin board system.
Increasingly, 'zines are being published on-line, to be bounced
around the world via the Internet. "I can see a future in which
any person can have a node on the net," says Mitch Kapor, president
of the Electronic Frontier Foundation, a group concerned with free
speech, privacy, and other constitutional issues in cyberspace.
"Any person can be a publisher. It's better than the media
we now have."
Devil's advocates might well argue that Festering Brain Sore, a
fanzine for mass murderer aficionados, or the WELL topic devoted
to "armpit sex" are hardly going to crash the corporate
media system. Hakim Bey writes, "The story of computer networks,
BBS's and various other experiments in electro-democracy has so
far been one of hobbyism for the most part. Many anarchists and
libertarians have deep faith in the PC as a weapon of liberation
and self-liberation -- but no real gains to show, no palpable liberty."
Then again, involvement in virtual communities and the 'zine scene
is rapidly expanding beyond mere hobbyism: as this is written, approximately
10 million people frequent BBS's, and an estimated 10,000 'zines
are being published (70 alone are given over to left politics of
a more or less radical nature). These burgeoning subcultures are
driven not by the desire for commodities but by the dream of community
-- precisely the sort of community now sought in the nationally-shared
experience of watching game shows, sitcoms, sportscasts, talk shows,
and, less and less, the evening news. It is this yearning for meaning
and cohesion that lies at the heart of the jammer's attempts to
reassemble the fragments of our world into something more profound
than the luxury cars, sexy technology, and overdesigned bodies that
flit across our screens. Hackers who expose governmental wrongdoing,
textual slashers, wheatpaste snipers, billboard bandits, media hoaxers,
subvertisers, and unannounced political protestors who disrupt live
newscasts remind us that numberless stories go untold in the daily
papers and the evening news, that what is not reported speaks louder
than what is. The jammer insists on choice: not the dizzying proliferation
of consumer options, in which a polyphony of brand names conceals
the essential monophony of the advertiser's song, but a true plurality,
in which the univocal world view promulgated by corporate media
yields to a multivocal, polyvalent one.
The electronic frontier is an ever-expanding corner of Eco's "universe
of Technological Communication...patrolled by groups of communications
guerrillas" bent on restoring "a critical dimension to
passive reception." These guerrilla semioticians are in pursuit
of new myths stitched together from the fabric of their own lives,
a patchwork of experiences and aspirations that has little to do
with the depressive stories of an apolitical intelligentsia or the
repressive fictions of corporate media's Magic Kingdom. "The
images that bombard and oppose us must be reorganized," insist
Stuart and Elizabeth Ewen. "If our critique of commodity culture
points to better alternatives, let us explore -- in our own billboards
of the future -- what they might be." Even now, hackers, slashers,
and snipers -- culture jammers all -- are rising to that challenge.
Acknowledgements
I am indebted to Bill Mullen, a professor at Youngstown University
and friend of many years whose close reading and tough-minded critique
of this essay improved it immeasurably, and to Margot Mifflin, whose
slashing red pen saved me, at the last minute, from my worst excesses.
* * *
Points of Departure
Craig Baldwin, Sonic Outlaws (c/o Artists Television Access, 415-824-3890,
or by mail from 992 Valencia Street, San Francisco, CA 94110, VHS,
87 minutes, $30, make check payable to Craig Baldwin). Baldwin,
an independent filmmaker, is an appropriationist auteur par excellence,
equal parts Eisenstein and dumpster-diver. His documentary Sonic
Outlaws uses the legal and media brouhaha stirred up by Negativland’s
illegal sampling (and howlingly funny parody) of a U-2 song as a
springboard for deeper thoughts on copyright in the age of digital
reproduction and private ownership of the public airwaves. Audio
Dadaists and unrepentant plagiarists Emergency Broadcast Network,
the Tape Beatles, and John Oswald are also featured.
"Billboard Liberation Front Manual," Processed World #25,
Summer/Fall 1990, pps. 22-6. This and other back issues may be ordered
from 41 Sutter Street, #1829, San Francisco, CA 94104.
The BLF has also published The Art and Science of Billboard Improvement
(San Francisco: Los Cabrones Press, $1.50). No more information
is available as this is written; writing to Processed World, which
acts as an intermediary for the BLF, might prove fruitful.
William Board, "Alter a Billboard," CoEvolution Quarterly,
Summer 1983, pps. 114-116. Do's and don't's for would-be "midnight
billboard editors," written by a pseudonymous member of Truth
in Advertising. $7, Whole Earth Review, 27 Gate Five Road, Sausalito,
CA 94965.
Gareth Branwyn, "Jamming the Media," in Black Hole, ed.
by Carolyn Hughes, (Baltimore: Institute for Publications Design,
Yale Gordon College of Liberal Arts, University of Baltimore, 1992).
This essay, as well as the companion pieces in this underground
omnibus, explore the interstice between cyberpunk and culture jamming.
Branywn’s later book, Jamming the Media: A Citizen’s
Guide to Reclaiming the Tools of Communication (Chronicle Books),
is an exhaustively researched, high-spirited romp through the DIY
underground, stuffed to bursting with detailed how-to information
on desktop publishing, media pranking, pirate radio, and "multimedia
for the masses." The refrain to the Ramones song, "We
want the airwaves," reverberates through these pages. E-mail
Gareth at gareth@well.com.
Robbie Conal, Art Attack: The Midnight Politics of a Guerrilla Artist
(New York: Harper Perennial, 1992). At last: the ideal gift for
insurrectionists -- a coffee table art book about a wheatpaste warrior.
Critical Art Ensemble, The Electronic Disturbance and Electronic
Civil Disobedience (both available from Autonomedia, POB 568 Williamsburgh
Station, Brooklyn, NY 11211-0568, phone/fax 718-963-2603). Critical
Art Ensemble is a collective of media hackers and postmodern theorists.
In my back cover blurb to Electronic Civil Disobedience, I write,
"An Anarchist’s Cookbook for an age of decentralized,
dematerialized power, ECD shares cultural DNA with William Burroughs’s
‘Electronic Revolution,’ Guy Debord’s Society
of the Spectacle, Hakim Bey’s Temporary Autonomous Zone, and
other classics of ‘nomadic resistance.’ CAE is a flesh-eating
virus on the body politic."
Ecodefense: A Field Guide to Monkeywrenching, Dave Foreman and Bill
Haywood, eds. (Tucson: Ned Ludd Books, 1987). Chapter 8, "Propaganda,"
includes sections on "Billboard Revision" and "Correcting
Forest Service Signs." The jury is still out on Earth First!,
which often crosses the line from righteous ecopolitical rage to
neo-Luddite knee-jerking (hence the name of the publishing company).
That said, the authors' folksy pragmatism, anarcho-libertarian humor,
and iron-spined resolve in the face of bulldozers and chainsaws
is truly inspiring.
The Happy Mutant Handbook: Mischievous Fun for Higher Primates,
ed. Mark Frauenfelder, Carla Sinclair, Gareth Branwyn, Will Kreth
(Riverhead Books). Includes brief profiles of Chris Baldwin, Joey
Skaggs, the Cacophony Society, and the Billboard Liberation Front,
as well as articles on hacking, DIY radio and TV, shirking work,
and hit-and-run ontology-wrenching (pranks).
Abbie Hoffman, The Best of Abbie Hoffman (New York: Four Walls Eight
Windows, 1989). Chapter 43, "Guerrilla Broadcasting,"
includes nuts-and-bolts "how to" sections on pirate radio
and outlaw TV.
Loompanics Unlimited, a distributor of fringe publications, is an
invaluable source for titles on hacking; psychological warfare;
Zeke Teflon's Complete Manual of Pirate Radio; Muzzled Media: How
to Get the News You've Been Missing! by Gerry L. Dexter; and more.
Loompanics' 1988 catalogue includes Erwin R. Strauss's "Pirate
Broadcasting," a historical and philosophical inquiry into
the titular phenomenon. Write P.O. Box 1197, Port Townsend, WA 98368
for a catalogue.
Roar! The Paper Tiger Television Guide to Media Activism, The Paper
Tiger Television Collective, eds. (New York: The Paper Tiger Television
Collective, 1991). This thoroughgoing, irreplaceable guide to culture
jamming proves, to mutilate Mao, that power springs from the barrel
of a camcorder. An essay by Schiller, together with a lengthy "how
to" section, make this a must. Write to 339 Lafayette Street,
New York, NY 10012.
Sabotage in the American Workplace: Anecdotes of Dissatisfaction,
Mischief, and Revenge, ed. Martin sprouse (Pressure Drop Press and
AK Press). Studs Terkel’s Working for the deskilled, downsized,
or just plain disaffected.
Test Card F: Television, Mythinformation, and Social Control (AK
Press, POB 40682, San Francisco, CA 94140-0682). A spleen-filled
rant on "the media machine" as engine of social control,
lashed together with punk and neo-Situationist collages. The back
cover declares, "Using savage image/text cut-and-paste, Test
Card F explodes all previous media theories and riots through the
Global Village, looting the ideological supermarket of all its products…"
A Molotov cocktail for the mind.
* * *
Endnotes
1. This essay originally appeared in 1993, as Pamphlet #25 in the
Open Magazine Pamphlet Series.
2. Roger Cohen, "The Lost Book Generation," The New York
Times, "Education Life" supplement, January 6, 1991, pg.
34.
3. Bill McKibben, The Age of Missing Information (New York: Random
House, 1992), p. 18.
4. Ibid., p. 9.
5. Mark Hertsgaard, On Bended Knee: The Press and the Reagan Presidency
(New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1988), p. 5.
6. From a transcript of "Illusions of News," the third
episode in the PBS series, The Public Mind with Bill Moyers, p.
5.
7. Alex S. Jones, "Poll Backs Control of News," The New
York Times, C24, January 31, 1991.
8. Neal Gabler, "Now Playing: Real Life, the Movie," The
New York Times, Sunday, October 20, 1991, Section 2, pg. 32.
9. Mark Crispin Miller, "Deride and Conquer," in Watching
Television, ed. by Todd Gitlin (New York: Pantheon, 1987), p. 228.
10. Ben Bagdikian, "Lords of the Global Village," The
Nation, June 12, 1989, p. 819.
11. Herbert Schiller, The Nation, July 4-11, 1987, p. 6.
12. Martin A. Lee and Norman Solomon, "Anti-Hero: What Happens
When Network News is Owned and Sponsored By Big Corporations That
Need To Protect Their Own Interests?," Spin, volume six, number
four, July, 1990, p. 75.
13. Gabler, ibid.
14. Marshall Blonsky, American Mythologies (New York: Oxford University
Press, 1992), p. 231.
15. Jean Baudrillard, "The Precession of Simulacra," in
Simulations (New York: Semiotext(e), 1983), p. 11.
16. Umberto Eco, "Towards a Semiological Guerrilla Warfare,"
in Travels in Hyperreality (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich:
1986), pps. 138, 143, 144.
17. Stuart Ewen, "Living by Design," in Art in America,
June, 1990, p. 76.
18. A line lifted, out of context, from Marguerite Sechehaye's Autobiography
of a Schizophrenic Girl (New York: Grune & Stratton, 1968),
p. 19.
19. Jello Biafra, interviewed in Pranks!: Re/Search #11 (San Francisco:
Re/Search Publications, 1987), p. 64.
20. Quoted by Karrie Jacobs, in Metropolis, July/August 1990, and
reprinted in the Utne Reader, March/April 1991, p. 91-2.
21. God Family Country is available from DOVentertainment, 2 Bloor
Street West, Suite 100-159, Toronto, Canada M4W 3E2, as is Bob's
Media Ecology, by Producers For Bob; Hypocrisy is the Greatest Luxury,
by the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, was released by 4th &
Bdwy/Island, and should be stocked by most major record retailers;
the cassette-only Oil War, by Chris Burke, can be purchased directly
from the artist ($5.95 check or money order to Chris Burke, 111
3rd Avenue, #12-E, New York, NY 10003).
22. Harry Goldstein, "Billboard Liberation: Talking Back to
Marketers By Taking Outdoor Advertising Into Your Own Hands,"
in the Utne Reader, November/December 1991, pps. 46-48.
23. David Ferman, "Pastor Leads War on Billboards," in
Adbusters, Fall/Winter 1991, p. 41-2.
24. Stuart Ewen, "Desublimated Advertising," Artforum,
January, 1991, p. 26.
25. Dick Hebdige, Subculture: The Meaning of Style (London: Routledge,
1988), p. 9.
26. Marshall McLuhan, Understanding Media: The Extensions of Man
(New York: Signet, 1964), p. 267.
27. Mike Davis, City of Quartz: Excavating the Future in Los Angeles
(New York: Verso, 1990), p. 54.
28. William Gibson, Neuromancer (New York: Ace, 1984), p. 51.
29. W. Daniel Hillis, "What is Massively Parallel Computing?,"
in Daedalus, Winter 1992, p. 13.
30. John Markoff, "Building the Electronic Superhighway,"
The New York Times, January 24, 1993, Section 3, p. 1.
31. William Gibson, in Cyberpunk (VHS, 60 minutes, available from
ATA/Cyberpunk, P.O. Box 12, Massapequa Park, NY 11762).
32. Loc. cit.
33. William Rolf Knutson, a computer programmer, fiction writer,
and occasional Mondo 2000 contributor, in a private e-mail letter
to the author, March 25, 1993.
34. Gareth Branwyn, "Jamming the Media," in Black Hole,
ed. by Carolyn Hughes, (Baltimore: Institute for Publications Design,
Yale Gordon College of Liberal Arts, University of Baltimore, 1992),
pps. 1-2.
35. Mitch Kapor, quoted by Bruce Sterling, in The Hacker Crackdown:
Law and Disorder on the Electronic Frontier (New York: Bantam, 1992),
p. 298.
36. Hakim Bey, T.A.Z. (New York: Autonomedia, 1991), p. 113.
37. Stuart and Elizabeth Ewen, Channels of Desire: Mass Images and
the Shaping of American Consciousness (New York: McGraw-Hill, 1976),
p. 282. This passage appears only in the original, unrevised edition
of the book.
***
Mark Dery [markdery@well.com] is a cultural critic. He edited Flame
Wars: The Discourse of Cyberculture (Duke University Press, 1995)
and wrote Escape Velocity: Cyberculture at the End of the Century
(Grove Press, 1996). His collection of essays, The Pyrotechnic Insanitarium:
American Culture on the Brink was published by Grove Press in February,
1999. He is an occasional writer for The New York Times Magazine,
Rolling Stone, The Village Voice Literary Supplement, Suck, and
Feed, and a frequent lecturer in the U.S. and Europe on new media,
fringe thought, and unpopular culture.
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