OK Kens and Barbies the makeup is showing. I can't do pictures, I can't affect the course, direction and patterns within the ox-like thought processes absorbing our regional thinkers, but I can risk a confrontation with masked men and a trip to a holding center were the law will not apply, by remembering one or other member of The Situationist International. How might I do this? I am tempted to offer tribute to those quarreling and yet more worthy men and women of the International by forcing a spectacle at the next Second Thursday in the Month meeting. How might I do this? I could stand on a table undress suggestively to a recording of the Screen Gemz rendering of their song Doot Doot at the Hamburg Reeperbahn Festivalor or was it a very late night at Astra-Stube in 1980 something or 1978. As I stand there displayed naked in the fully air-conditioned and windowless meeting hall, and as the last Doot ranges around the room I will declare "Ecce Homo" as a salute to Nietzsche and a tribute to the honesty of both Jesus and Faust. Of course I'd need help to get onto the table and a two hundred thousand word handout to carefully explain my purpose in a poetic rather than rational form
