PLEASURE EDITIONS 2013 PROJECT WINBOGO PERSONALITY SURVEY #1 HONEST ANSWERS ARE REQUIRED
PART 1: LET'S CHAT
1. I am ___________________. a magus an owner and operator an itinerant rocker an under-appreciated thug 2. My profession is that of a ___________________. juggler necromancer Director of Amusements 21st century eunuch prince/princess/punpkin mummy Other [please enlighten us]: 3. I live in ___________________. the off-roads the power plant the detour Sherbet Land a skyscraper Clam City Blackout Basement
4. When it comes to bugs, worms and spiders, I ___________________. eat of their flesh and feed it to my young crawl in the dirt like them fleabomb them back to the hole they crawled out from metamorphose into/out of them like to dig them up and watch the show! 5. Most days you can find me ___________________. in an urn up a tree in the closet atop the White Tower 6. Death will arrive for me ___________________. through the solar doorway under the peacock's tail at the foot of the cross via pistol during a Pistons game N/A [I'm not going to die] N/A [I'm already dead] 7. For guidance I look to ___________________. (check all that apply) the moon the planet "Venus" leading scientists/thinkers/CDC spokespersons "the book" the President, Members of Parliament, Undersecretaries, Gouverneurs the completely real asteroid "110393 Rammstein" the unnamed rogue planet hiding behind the sun CONTINUE â†’
PART 2: DON'T BE SHY
1. Lately I've been feeling: Never
provocative poisoned/irradiated radiant essential like there's no point
2. Secretly I suspect:
strangers those closest to me myself that reality is a "sim"
3. Don't tell anyone but I like to stick my head in: Never a good book the couch a bubbling stewpot
PART 3: SYNAPSE TRACKING → VISUAL DIVISION → SHORT ANSWER (25%)
Study the image below.
1. List in English the first five adjectives which come to mind.
2. Using one sentence with a word from the above list, take us into your own "Interior Castle."
3. There, it's done. Now make a brief statement about your modern life relative to that of a 16th century Catholic saint.
PART 4: WOULD YOU RATHER 1. Gig on Mars vs. Gig in Ancient Egypt You are a worthy but struggling artist, possessing a wealth of untapped musical talent, a distinct lack of ability in the field of self-promotion and, loath though you are to admit it to yourself, a creeping but ineludible desire to be famous. Through a series of lucky breaks, you are selected by a top private corporation to take part in a highlyanticipated promotion for which you will board a space shuttle and travel to the Red Planet to take place in an unprecedented concert event. While your company during the yearlong mission will consist only of a skeleton crew of technicians and roadies, your set will be simulcast around the globe, and, in partnership with numerous sponsors, even be presented in digital 3D where available. Your hard-won musical skill will be appreciated by a new fanbase, and you will achieve an instantaneous and massive fame, though not necessarily a lasting one. As you launch into your last song, you will reflect with wonder on the magnificent and stark Martian landscapes that surround you and observe with pride that you have reached a zenith of human achievement. ~ or ~ You are an aging musician and performer, known and well-liked in your subsection of the cultural firmament. You are satisfied with your achievements but, against your better nature, have found yourself craving the uncertainty and adventure of your first brushes with success. Your birthday approaches, and as a present from an old inventor friend, you are given the chance to use a new time machine to play a show for the Pharaoh, an avowed fan of yours. You will travel back to the time of 18th Dynasty Thebes to rip a gig for the Sun King Akhnaton and Queen Nefertiti before the entire Egyptian nation, in the shadow of the great Crystal Pyramid as, refracted in its diamond prisms, Atem's disk sets over the desert. Your performance will become a thing of legend, and word of your prowess will pass into the hieroglyphic record and perhaps, with a little luck, survive to the present day. But you yourself will not return, making a simple life for yourself in the clarity and certitude of the anonymous Mediterranean past. Choose. Gig on Mars Gig in Ancient Egypt
2. Honey viscosity vs. Desperate apprentice You are a decent, law-abiding citizen, for whom everything drunk takes on the viscosity of honey. The flavor of your beverages and their nutritional values are completely retained, but their liquid is forever characterized by the syrupy thickness and, in some ineffable way, the very essence of honey. After consuming any drink from any container, you watch the gooey remainders cling to the lip of the receptacle and slip slowly back down to the bottom. Any refreshment you consume at all acquires this gooey and frustrating viscosity. If you take a sip from a friend's perfectly normal soda, it becomes thick as honey. If you sip of your soup without using a spoon, be it merely but a once, well that's just great: now you've got the thickest soup you could ever not want. At hip restaurants, cool cafĂŠs and even sleek, futuristic gastropubs, everything you drink leaves its treacly remains caked to the rim of every expensive, imported and very delicate glass, and the server and the dishwasher now have to contend with this repulsively encrusted whatever-it-is you've left for them. Coffee becomes foul, beer too; let's not discuss bubble tea, Chia Chews, Prometheus or any of your other different, happening librations--the point is, no one at restaurants, bars or DIY pop-up bistros likes you, at all. Your roommates? No, they don't like you either; all the glasses in the house have become sticky, unwashable, and irrevocably branded by the mark of your unholy curse. Scrubbing them clean is a nightmare and, in theory at least, the roomies probably have better things to do. You, however, have become deaf to their cries of vexation, as your chief concern--to add insult to insult--is to stay hydrated, a tall order in a world where water either flows like honey, or not at all. ~ or ~ You are a comfortable and tolerant citizen of the stateless 21st century, with a job, a family and several fulfilling hobbies. This all ends one morning, when you are woken suddenly by the guttural shouts of your master ordering you to start baking. Instinctively you get up and follow him, knowing exactly what's required of you. You are an apprentice baker in what appears to be the 17th century, at a small brick stall on a squalid street corner somewhere back in the Old World. You remember your former life, your kids, your car, but it's all lost; what remains is dedication, perseverance, and a desperate desire to please your brutish master. You can speak his streetheavy dialect perfectly and have an innate understanding of the customs and social order of the era--which dictates that you, a lowly apprentice, do anything and everything you can to earn the approval of he who trains you. Baking bread with the rudimentary technology of the day is painstaking, and all the more frustrating for the fact that you are haunted by the tantalizing but unspecific suggestion that at some point in the future (now, brutally, your unrecoverable past) there will be technology invented to make it easier. On the day you work up the courage to suggest to your master that he investigate these possible modern techniques, he raps you over the head with a rolling pin for insolence and you feel deep shame for weeks. But things could be worse; after all, you may one day have the honor of becoming a great baker yourself. Aside from fulfilling your intense urge to fit in, struggling to maintain what dignity you've got left and of course doing everything in your power to satisfy Gustav, you are free to do as you please. Enjoy your place in the Kingdom, live through weird wars, perhaps meet the love of your peasant life. Above all, do your best to ignore the nagging relics of your old life. You're better off that way, since no specific knowledge or usable prediction is retained, only the sense that there must be easier ways to live, and that these people's values seem to be pretty off. Choose. Honey viscosity Desperate apprentice
3. Carte blanche vs. Candy couch You are a social free agent, capable of being perpetually thought of as nice by those around you no matter how you choose to treat them. You have what the French call carte blanche. With calculating exactitude, you can behave any way you please to any people you meet, be they friends or foes or outright strangers, after which interaction they will regard you as a kind sort and harbor no feelings of ambivalence or uncertainty--to say nothing of animosity. If your behavior would normally elicit disapproval or anger then they will experience those emotions, but their hard feelings will be displaced and deposited somewhere else in their psyches, perhaps to burden their perceptions of another; who knows and who cares? You have gotten off positively scot-free. The ease with which you exert this power is circumscribed by the fact that you must choose to be regarded this way--which is to say, if you want others to know you're not being nice, to really feel it, you have that option--but really, the point here is that if you've ever wanted to spit in the eyes of others or jack them up real nice only to see them walk away, never to look back in anger, you can. "What a nice person," they'll think. A reputation for being nice does not circumvent the law, however, and you can only wreak max havoc for so long before the authorities catch up with you. And, of course, your power only extends to those people with whom you interact directly; bystanders will judge, so you must pick your moments and be sneaky about your meanness qua kindness. But a judicious approach will likely yield some pretty happy results. You do the math. ~ or ~ Since time immemorial, dreamers, futurists and the deeply depressed have wondered what it would feel like to sit on a throne made of Gummy Bears, a bed made of smores, Twizzler futon et cetera. Now, by the grace of a rewarding but unnerving God, you have been granted the ability to experience the sensation of sitting, reclining or even kneeling on candy furniture--any candy, any time, including chocolate. The feeling is just that, though, and thus while you will experience all of the sensory aspects of candy ensconcement you will be left with none of the messy cleanup. What's more, you can extend this gift to others; sitting on a park bench with a friend, enemy, or conquest can thus become a sensory joyride on a hot fudge water bed or a candy corn hammock. This extension can only apply to one other person at a time, but it is a highly coveted position to be in. Word does spread about your ability, and it comes to be regarded as "real" and "powerful" by the world at large. Still, your life goes on: it's not a national news story, more of an interesting local factoid. From time to time you may be recognized by strangers, asked to grant them the sensation of experiencing a Reese's Cup couch or what have you; you can say yes or no. It's unclear how you might use your skill for financial gain, but obviously that option is there; figure it out if that's where you'd like to take it. The ultimate payoff, however, will remain a spiritual one, as every evening, when it's time to settle into another night of untroubled sleep, you can lie down in whatever damn kind of candy bed you want. Well? Carte blanche Candy couch
PART 5: ASSUMPTION OF RISK / INDEMNITY AGREEMENT / DIGITAL SIGNATURE
This concludes PLEASURE EDITIONS' WINBOGO PROJECT PERSONALITY SURVEY #1. Please read the following statement carefully and sign and date where prompted. As consideration for the benefits I am to receive from participating in the WINBOGO PROJECT and in consideration for taking part in that program, I ACKNOWLEDGE AND AGREE THAT I ASSUME ALL RISKS ASSOCIATED WITH THE PROJECT. I AM VOLUNTARILY PARTICIPATING IN THIS ACTIVITY WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE RISKS INVOLVED AND I HEREBY AGREE TO ACCEPT ANY AND ALL RISK OF INJURY, DREAMDEATH, AND/OR PROPERTY DAMAGE WHETHER FORESEEN OR UNFORESEEN, KNOWN, KNOWN UNKNOWN, OR EVEN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN. I understand that the risks may include but are not limited to (1) travel to, from and around the hidden psychic shadow; (2) participation in any form of sacrificial activities; (3) the use of the mind or memory in any ill-conceived and regrettable manner, like say for fleeing from the alien light; (4) war, insurrection, rebellion and riot; (5) morbidity and mortality; (6) unfamiliarity with extraterrestrial laws, culture or customs.
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