'Memorex,' a 50-minute meditation on hyper-consumerism, was sourced from over 40 hours worth of '80s television commercials ripped off old videotapes. The end product is the nightmarish, glowing detritus of the dead dreams of the middle class.
The other time that arm-waving geeks filled San Francisco’s inordinate number of coffee shops and brainstormed en masse about how to solve the world’s problems with the internet.
Something broke in the mix of drugs and sex and leather-clad hacking. In the slippage from underground to Billy Idol, from sub-culture to fashion, from present to future, the movement evaporated. Or maybe it just evolved into birds.
I put the question about cyberpunk to ten science-fictional thinkers, including a coterie of the genre’s parents/
Cyberpunk writing was “not outside us, but next to us. Under our skin; often, inside our minds.”
Ah, 90s edu-tainment sitcoms. Not since the 50s had being a teenager seemed so damn cool. Between backwards hats, skateboards with two tails, grungy wardrobes, and the blossoming Internet, it was a hell of a time to be a teen actor. For the period, P…
