zombies, freedom, and class projects

the city pages flyer of the week: a record mob will stumble past my campus office for next week's west bank zombie pub crawl IV. given recent troubles, i'd look for lots of briefcase-toting business zombies this year.

i'd love to get a first-zombie/person account from a participant. why join a wandering mob in a decomposed state, drink, and (presumably) pretend to feast on human flesh? why zombies and not, say, werewolves? my theory-in-formation suggests that there's something really freeing about joining the undead -- freedom from mindfulness, freedom from pain, and freedom from choice. plus, the makeup is cool -- some might even call it sexy. and zombies are nothing if not persistent.

i'm sure somebody has already written a definitive foucaultian analysis of zombie culture, but next week's crawl could make for a nice li'l participant-observation paper in any number of sociology classes.