BEER Chapter 9, 90, 91 The Wrong Door

[Fiona Shnapple]

Maybe this is too obvious, but the dotcom dough, and thus the Alley
and the Street, the City, is in the shitter, ironically, it's that
shitload of money that bubbled up from the toilet economy (not quite
what Neo-Liberalism or Milton Friedman, or even those Yups with the
Adam Smith Tie Pins had in mind) an amount, as Vyrva says, "above a
critical amount, it's all bad" (38) that has everybody in the toilet,
looking for a way out of it. When the shit hits the fan, and is turned
to dust, it's a chance to clean up, like I seen birds do sometimes,
but most folk just can't take the ashes to ashes and count their
blessings, they got to get into the shit and make sense of it somehow.
That's what the Tubes for, and yup, that's what the Deep Archer is
opened sourced to by Ice & Co. It's a Brave New World, we just get to
be the thought police in it.

On Sun, Dec 8, 2013 at 9:08 PM, Robin Landseadel
<robinlandseadel at comcast.net> wrote:
> Toilets again. What is it with these toilet? I mean, NYC in the toilet, that
> I get mebee and then there's all them albino Alligators—and while we're at
> it, why not more on the fore and aft of out notable scribe's corpus as of
> now, bookended in NYC? Why not a few more extensions on that instead of
> getting all obsessive compulsive over Hanna what's-her name and some Kraut?
>
> But and in any case. That compacted, quippy quick comeback sound of dialog
> throughout the book. it makes me think of other verbally quick on their feet
> shows of the nineties and early oughts—there was a brief flash of "Mad About
> You" flashing by my eyeballs, noticed that Hellen Hunt would make for a fine
> Maxine. But and in any case, as the number of commercials increased during
> the turn of the mellenia, computer programs designed to foreshorten dialog
> without altering pitch began to appear, enabling many episodes of Law and
> Order to be viewed with somewhat pixilated banter. The writing helped, of
> course.
>
> And in any case, we begin quite televisually with "Tonight's descent into
> sleep is helical and slow." Prime Pynchon and Maxine's dreams of a somewhat
> less tarnished Reg Despard are abruptly cut by Reg's phone call* It ain't a
> movie anymore, Maxi." I guess it's a wipe and a little finger-popped bass
> figure to an all-night Ukranian joint in the East Village. Dialog in TV
> mode, circa 2001:
>
> "You look like shit, Reg, What happened?"
> "Technically," moving his hands away from the keyboard, "I'm supposed to
> have free run of hashslingrz, right? except I always knew I didn't. And,
> well, yesterday, finally, I walked through the wrong door."
> "You're sure you didn't find it locked and jimmy it?"
> "Well, it shouldn't have been locked, sign on the door said 'Toilet.' "
> "So you entered illegally . . ."
> "Whatever. . ."
>
> Whatever indeed, as another potential bit of "Truther" material slips in
> with the insinuation of collusion between NSA and their associates and some
> so far un-named Arab concern, aforementioned Arabs behind said locked door
> marked 'Toilet,' make of that what you will. What is it about Maxi and
> toilets anyway?-
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