Official Matters

If I were an official, either a minor or a major official… the mere thought of it stirs my blood. I want to say, honestly, I would only want to be a corrupt official. Life as a corrupt official holds many pleasures. Treated as an equal among your fellow officials, welcomed in and sent off amid illustrious gatherings of distingushed guests, your macro-control would display great leaps of progress, even your pets would ascend to glory with you—-just thinking about it brings a surge of thrilling emotions. 

From Ai Weiwei’s blog, 7.15.06

Greg Heinz: If you know what the North and Clybourn station looks like on the Red Line after being spiffed up by the Apple computer folks, you get the idea.


Oh, great. Because if anything could transform the No-Ko sexual-assault tunnel of the North & Clybourn Red Line station into a spiffy folk-paradise, it was three glycerine advertisements by Apple Computer of a decapitated human being in purple cords playing a baking pies video game on a $600 legal pad.