Start of the day. Running late. We arrived at the Hammerstein Ballroom for Disinfo.Con 2000 (dubbed Cyberpalooza' by the media) extravaganza (February 19th, 2000), in plenty of time to just catch the end of Peter Giblin and Vyass Houston, but I didn't pay much attention, trying to get settled.Then Richard Metzger gave the invocation for the day, informing us that 'They' have surrendered, with his take on the Counter-culture now being the source of mainstream culture.
Douglas Rushkoff continued in a similar vein, saying that 'They' take with their money what the 'Counter-culture' discovers, as in the Internet. Rushkoff also said it is now the World Wide Web, geared to "draw us to the 'buy' button." Very lucid speaker.
The same can't be said for Paul Laffoley. When he began describing lucid dreaming, and using it for time travel, I admit I was completely lost. His talk went right over my head. Then we had a viewing of the video expose of the Montauk conspiracy, which kicked off the first Disinfo Nation television series, shown on Channel 4 in the United Kingdom (January-February 2000). Much better than the Uncle Goddamn video that played later!
Downstairs, I casually entered the Dream Machine tent that the Disinfo.con team had considerately put up, ducking in for my first medication of the day. Without it I would be in agony by the end of an eleven hour event, so I'd made sure to go prepared. I seemed to be only one of a couple smoking the entire day, sharing a puff with the Presidential candidate R.U. Sirius, which was good for a laugh!
The conspiracy discussion chaired by Kenn Thomas was something I had personally been waiting for, and I really enjoyed it. I wasn't as impressed by the demonstration of 'alien writing' by Greg Bishop, as that is not one of those things I put too much stock in. I did find the slide show, by Michael Backes, concluding that bananas in ads and art equal some sort of weird alien breeding experiments, much more credible.
I probably shouldn't admit this here, but I'm not familiar with The Invisibles comic, so I had no idea who Grant Morrison was, but he was very funny, very drunk, taught us Magick, and sure that he had been on a ride with aliens in Katmandu, so he had my attention!
Adam Parfrey was as entertaining, and provocative as I had hoped he would be, demonstrating how various fringe religions have incorporated a sort of science into their philosophy, like the Red Heifer, and Farrakhan's Saucer.
Never having been a Kenneth Anger fan, I missed the beginning of his talk, as I was downstairs, momentarily in the Dream Machine tent again. I did catch a good bit of his interview, and the infomercial for his stop-smoking video, after which my girlfriend immediately said, "Oh, I should get that for you." Oh, no, I'll do my own hypnotizing thank you!
Mark Pesce and the Church of the Motherfucker definitely put on a good trip. Howard Bloom was present through the magic of video, speaking of the natural violence inherent in us all. Joe Coleman blew up his chest and Genesis P-Orrige tried to convince us he did not exist, but was certainly a very thoughtful non-entity. My girlfriend and I both liked his talk a lot.
Marilyn Manson also spoke via satellite of jock-rule, then the always gutsy Johnny Fox swallowed a number of long, sharp pointed objects. The blue and red painted Girls of Karen Black built the infamous Wall of Vaginas and Kembra sang that song from Titanic (better'n Celine Dion, too, but I digress).
I wish I had been able to see Robert Anton Wilson, but my body forced my surrendering to the night. Most important, we had fun!