What I’d love to one day accomplish, it’s a crazy madcap fantasy really, is to get all the world screaming “porqué” at the same moment in time once each year. NYC, Tokyo, Budapest, Vladivostock, Cape Town, Paris, Atlanta, Bogota, everywhere all the same time get out of the house and scream “PORQUE!!!” as loud as they can.

Ideally, whilst screaming, people would fall to their knees and throw their arms in the air. Maybe that’s just the director in me wanting everything to be a perfect pretty picture, but it would be much better. You have to trust me on this. I’ve already done a test with a Mexican-Irish family and it just works better.

My request to you, the nice people out there in internetland, is for you to video tape or photograph yourselves doing this. Camera phones, digital stills, high end video, whatever you can do. Hold the “porqué” as long as you can too. I think that will make it easier to edit all together into a coherent whole.

Oh! I just thought of something. A wall installation! Hundreds of screens, projectors transmitting the live feeds all across the globe! Okay people! We’ve got to make this happen.

Comment on this post and then we can coordinate image/sound/video transfers.

My goal, aside from a world wide Day of Porqué that happens every year for so long people no longer have any idea what the hell it means, 500 or 1000 years into the future…

“XX4787 you scream out porqué like your clones have done for generations or so help me the master computer will hear about this.”

“Parentalunit! It’s stupid. Why do we do this every year? WHY?! TELL ME WHY?! I don’t wanna! Why do I have to do this? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!”

“Shut up 47. Just do it or no immersive game play for you tonight.”

…is to create a little video compositing the images so that you get the feel of the entire fucking world pondering what the hell it was all about.

If I can get the video done then I can die happy and satisfied. The dream will live on.

[Aside: Of course, I could also die happy and satisfied smothered in the flesh of 35 beautiful naked rollerskating female yoga instructors all greased up and body checking me into the boards of a roller rink.

That would be my method of execution should someone ever threaten to put me up against the wall and give me the choice. It's a brilliant way to foil their dastardly plans. Where the hell are you going to find that many violent female yoga instructors? I'd die of old age long before you could assemble a group of ten much less 35.

See, you've always got to be thinking about your future execution by a well-meaning and caring dictatorship.]

And that’s why everyone needs to start dropping to their knees, throwing their hands in the air like they can’t believe they care so much and scream, PORQUE!

Thanks for your help.