Comments on: Desert Triangle

By: Guadeloupe » Desert Triangle

Guadeloupe » Desert Triangle — Sat, 16 Aug 2008 21:13:50 +0000

[...] Desert Triangle… dispatches– the reportorial complement of US counter-incursions into Mexico proper– before Pershing’s cavalry arrived, this vague space of violent contact had already been reconfigured by the Treaty of Guadeloupe Hidalgo in 1848. … [...]

By: Mademoiselle Attrition

Mademoiselle Attrition — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 04:37:42 +0000

And it’s interesting that the definition of “frontier” has been expanded as the actual corporeal frontier spaces, such as space and the West, have largely disappeared from our reality due to the ever pervasive globalizing forces, the time/space compression. We know so much we are desperate to find spaces we have no knowledge of in order to provide ourselves with the stimulation of discovering the unknown.

By: Comrade Academician

Comrade Academician — Tue, 08 Apr 2008 02:10:16 +0000

I guess there’re different kinds of frontiers: yuppie encroachment drawing gentrification along like the hem of this season’s skirt; Kennedy’s vision of Cold War plenitude; the gated community as calvary post/ circled wagons… what’s a frontier anyway? A line of demarcation and confluence. Some kind of liminal zone where the old rules no longer apply, where (almost) anything can happen.

By: Mademoiselle Attrition

Mademoiselle Attrition — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 07:24:18 +0000

If you want to talk of frontiers, Phoenix is the golden ticket. Right on the edge of its urban sprawl (specific whereabouts I’m unable to recall) there is a hole-in-the-wall Thai restaurant that occupies an old ranch house from the 1940s (not well maintained, for that matter). It’s a locals-only joint because it’s hidden behind these massive new office buildings replete with mirrored siding. This I always find fascinating because what these buildings are replacing are literally reflected by their exteriors. On the opposite side of the restaurant (the side the ASU HUD students haven’t gotten their hands on yet), across a lengthy stretch of arid Arizona turf, is a stereotypical dilapidated house with the shutters all askew and the porch barely standing, that houses a gaggle of ASU college students and is constantly blasting techno. And on the opposite side of that is an abandoned lot where a makeshift village has gone up, populated by people living out of their cars. This is what the frontier of the present looks like: college kids, fusion foods, and undeniable poverty adjacent to rapidly expanding wealth.