Check out the legend of the "Starbucks Chairs"
I was talking to a friend today about life and society and stuff and I mentioned how the general collective complacency of the world makes me just want to culture jam.
When I was in college, my best friend Josh and I did some rad shit, yo.
For one, along with our friend Eric Ducker, we made this rad magazine called Grail that kicked some serious satirical/investigative ass.
But, more importantly, we fucked with shit.
We went to Wesleyan University, where everyone was a liberal. It was AWWWWESOME. But rife for fucking-with.
I will now reveal what we've only told choice people.
The frosh dining hall, Mocon, was a key place for advertising meetings and events. People would make enormous banners promoting their cause and suspend them from the ceiling so everyone could take notice.
Once, we made a banner that said, "Wesleyan's first meeting of the NRA! Friday at 8, in the campus center."
The reaction was great. People were outraged. YES!
Then we hung a banner that said, "Protest the formation of Wesleyan's first Right-to-Life group!" Because, of course, most people on campus (bless 'em) were Pro-Choice.
We actually got press on that one.
Culture jamming made us happy.
Fuck with the status quo, yo.
This starbucks-chair person? He's exactly the type of person with whom I want to hang.
I quoted this Steven Wright quote at the perma-rad Milo, but I shall repeat:
"I got into an elevator at work and this man followed in after me. I pushed '1' and he just stood there...I said, "Hi, where you going?" He said, "Phoenix." So, I pushed 'Phoenix'. A few seconds later, the doors opened, two tumbleweeds blew in...we were in downtown Phoenix. I looked at him and said, "You know, you're the kind of guy I want to hang around with."
If you want to make me fall in love with you, you can do two things:
1. Play with my hair
2. Be the type of person who gets on the elevator and goes to Phoenix.