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Somehow, in some way that is difficult for us to imagine in 2012, these ads were attractive enough in the mid-last-century. Of course we have our own examples of this behavior, only more-so, I expect, given the vast multiples of advertising we undertake today. Somehow it feels as though there just isn't enough space in our own year for the sheer weight and smell of ads, and that some of them must be occupying and stealing oxygen from our time in the future. Then again, in the future maybe we will all be paying for quiet in our brains so as to not be subjected to nothing but constant streams of commercialism, perhaps inherent in our neurons, ads becoming a part of the very part of the thought process, commercials interrupting our creative process, and popping up at appropriate times in the process of recollection. (Happy thought, that).
And so this might look to be an unbelievable, incoherent way of attracting someone to eat pork bellies and eyelids--but at least it appeared in a print ad in 1948 (or whatever), and that was the end of it. In the future if this was seen once it might be possible for the thing to be incorporated in a memory process that had anything to do with the letters "p" "o" "r" "k" when put together in a row, frontwards or backwards. That'll be when we have to pay for our memories to be cleaned of commercial sponsors.
I can see a short story developing from this, of a person in the year 2112 (on 11 November) having a problem with the artificial memory intelligencer--the things that would make us "smart" in the future--where the biologically-downloaded data contained a virus (literal or figurative) that caused the man to think about this image every time a thought was thunk. And there was nothing that could be done for him, short of him raising twice the labor exchange units that he had access to in order for this image to be expunged. No ransom payment meant seeing this pig a thousand times a day. And so a new crime is born.
It is with great delight that I bring you the self-slicing pig as a dashboard wiggler:
http://www.mcphee.com/shop/products/Slicey-the-Pig-Dashboard-Wiggler.html
Is there a line of descent leading down to Le Cochon Prodigue from the self-slicing pig that appears in the upper right of Bruegel's "Land of Cockaigne"?
Posted by: David Bimler | June 01, 2012 at 07:03 PM