IVIV "Under the paving stones, the beach"- Post-Society of the Spectacle" - Children of the S.I.

[D. Patty]

What you say is very probably true, Glenn; I can't imagine Bey -not- reading
GR.  That said, influence is a biiiiig plate of soup.  Every time I read 'In
The Zone', the location scout in my imagination lifts little bits of color
from Bill Burroughs & Carol Reed--  WSB's descriptions of the International
Zone of Tangiers, and 'The Third Man', respectively...

Burroughs brings to mind the pirate utopias of Captain Mission, natch, plus
there's the whole Drop City / dome culture of the 60s.  Even my father got
in on that action, after a fashion.  We spent three years working on a
geodesic dome at the highest point on my grandparents' land.  I remember
sniffling through the cedar thicket on winter mornings, chunking out
limestone by the wheelbarrowful for the kitchen & greenhouse floors.

Dad gave up on the project after a series of snafus--  the vintage cast iron
stove heated the limestone, all right, but it also attracted scorpions,
which made crawling under the house for plumbing purposes a hazardous hell.
Then there were the hassles with the power lines; we had 'em buried, at
first, but rabbits kept chewing through the insulation, so we strung 'em
through the trees instead.  Whatever attracted the rabbits worked on
squirrels, too.  Li'l kamikaze bastards browned us out, and off, with
regularity.

The final fuggit, for Dad, was when the rented rock drill embedded in the
earth and refused to budge.  He'd been trying to get at what he -swore- was
an underground water source...  The drill bit and the dome are up there
still, reverting slowly to the earth.

Erm.  Bit of a tangent, there...
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