de-wait for it-nied
A little insight into the way I think, end-of-term style. I am sitting at the kitchen table, it’s 2:02 am, I am reading Baudrillard for tomorrow’s 11 am class, chewing things, and watching season 2 of How I Met Your Mother at the same time. Much like a diesel engine starting uphill, my brain is fluctuating between OVERLOAD! ROARRR! VROOOOMMM!! and that’s better… swooshhh… whoooo… rrrrrrrrr.
Jean Baudrillard: Abstraction today is no longer that of the map, the double, the mirror or the concept. Simulation is no longer that of a territory, a referential being or a substance. It is the generation by models of a real without origin or reality: a hyperreal. The territory no longer precedes the map, nor survives it. Henceforth, it is the map that precedes the territory – precession of simulacra – it is the map that engenders the territory and if we were to revive the fable today, it would be the territory whose shreds are slowly rotting across the map. It is the real, and not the map, whose vestiges subsist here and there, in the deserts which are no longer those of the Empire, but our own. The desert of the real itself.
Barney Stinson: This would never happen at a bar!
True conversation. Happened in my mind just a few minutes ago.