Yuppies from Mars a History of the Present

Abstract

A detached entourage of metropolitan and mostly white male-minded parasites were gathering in the office-studio-laboratory-space station. I felt it would be difficult to pass among them, but then I’ve always been anxious about screen tests of any sort. Rada Rada appeared more composed. This was by far the largest assembly of corporate raiders I’d seen—a disconcerting mix of some the leading BIG BOYS. Telecommunicating screen to screen, each appeared equally intense as one after anOther the raiders prepared themselves for the thrill of the pure and beautiful buy-out. Having ravaged the Savings and Loans industry, futures seemed limitless. Like Japanese totems dressed in new German electronics with Texas accents and Israeli recorders, these raiders seemed almost Otherworldly. A white noisy buzz of telematic feedback fills the air. And since the global entrance to all BIG BOY corporate-office-tower-industrial-park-research-inFORMation-security-systems-banking-pleasure-palace-shopping-mall-designer-sports-stock-market-enterprises were hourly chem-dusted and image-scanned for bad odors, unpleasant visuals and other irregular memories, the scent of missing Guatemalan bodies, dead dark skinned U.S. infants without food or proper medical care, as well as the stateless plight of Palestinian “refugees” went virtually unnoticed. Not unnoticed but virtually unnoticed. “Yuppies from Mars,” whispered Rada Rada.

Why raise these questions? To challenge an obsessional mode of thought which annunciates itself as new and seems to become more rational everyday, but which is a capital, ghost haunted complex, stealing thought and memory away to hoard it.—Sol Yurik¹