Simian Uprising by Jer Clarke

It’s weird to think how much we take the way we feel when we do things for granted. How we create a kind of emotional soundtrack to accompany all of our routines and actions and activities, a kind of energy that surrounds that thing.

Sometimes it’s music, which, for a lot of us, never leaves our sonic environment, but it doesn’t have to be. It’s something like a particular pacing to our thoughts, a groove we slide into when we start something. It’s what gets disturbed when you’re working and makes you have to stop, or falters at an awkward moment in a conversation and makes you actually think about what you’re saying instead of just saying it. It has to do with how you can read a thousand pages without blinking but can be disturbed beyond relief by someone on a cellphone.

Most interestingly, it can be completely re-evaluated and re-considered in relation to the activity it accompanies, by just changing the actual music you listen to when you do it, letting you feel the activity itself again from a fresh perspective, without the comfortable noise inside your head urging you to relax.

There’s just something about playing Tori Amos over porn that really changes the ways you can watch it.

“In the beginning and in the end was Nothingness. Nothingness implied the possibility of Somethingness. It is impossible to make something from nothing. Therefore Nothingness could only imply Somethingness. That implication is the universe.
We are wisps of that implication”

-Kurt Vonnegut, Wampeters, Foma and Granfaloons.

So this guy, sick and tired of what he perceives to be outrageous parking laws in the London (England, not Ontario) area, notably the liberal use of tire-clamps, decides to do more than just whine about it. He finds the biggest fucking cutter he can find (an angle-grinder apparently, I am not a tool person), dons a ridiculous costume, and hits the streets.

From the website, it seems that he actually tours the city (different neighborhoods depending on what night of the week it is) freeing cars that are being held hostage by the cops, in his ridiculous costume.

This is what the future will look like. I truly hope this is what the future will look like. How can the public prosecute such a loveable character?

I can’t help wondering if I should sew myself a costume and fight injustice on the local level. But somehow, “GUY WHO WAITS OUTSIDE THE METRO AND TELLS PEOPLE WHEN THE SUBWAY-PIGS ARE GIVING TICKETS” just doesn’t have the same ring as “AngleGrinderMan”.

I guess I’ll just keep taking pictures of them. They really hate that.