Saturday, September 30, 2006

La Peste

§1. I Will Be the Greatest Historian in History

"I don't know anything about locks. I'm not sure if anyone has ever cared enough to research them." —Prof. LTU, tacitly admitting that I will revolutionize the study of the past, present, future, and keyhole and that she is powerless to stop me.

§2. The Employers of the World Will Beat a Path to My Door

From my (tentative) résumé:

OTHER INTERESTS: typography, hip-hop, graphic novels, blogging.

§3. Nonetheless, My Prospects Are Grim

At work today, an elderly gentleman handed me a copy of a book entitled A History of Western Music. Given that I work at a music library, and given that my duties include reshelving returned items, this event was not, as such, unusual. But whilst transferring control of History, the man, looking a little disturbed, said something that I couldn't quite make out but which sounded like, "I can recognize the plague from a mile off, and you've got it. I suggest going to the drug store as soon as possible."

The sad thing is that I'll die without ever knowing anything about Western music. I think this fellow was trying to rub it in. He had probably found my résumé somewhere and scoffed when he learned that I was interested not in the West but only in the Other. How could I waste my energies like that? Plague-ridden and feeble, I was living on borrowed time already.

Friday, September 29, 2006

A Series of Tubes

From the Wikipedia entry List of films with similar plots:

The Ring and Fear Dot Com, released in 2002 and Chakushin Ari, released in 2003, those three films revolve around an antagonist who holds the power to terrorize through technological items such as the internet.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Overheard at the Local Bubble-Tea Dispensary

“I’m all about patient autonomy, but I have some issues with the amount of autonomy we give our patients. Like, when I say, ‘Stay in your room,’ stay in your room!”

Monday, September 18, 2006

The Homosexual Agenda

Paraphrased from AIM:

xxKeyholexx: just be gay

xxFeelingsxx: ok i'll be gay

It's that easy, folks.

Is the World Real?

There exists something called Super Columbine Massacre RPG! (Be sure to check out the screenshots. "You found a Marilyn Manson CD! The lyrics are sure to inspire impulsive aggression and rage.")

That is part one of the answer to the question posed by the header. Part two is an interview with Richard Castaldo, a survivor of Columbine who was paralyzed from the chest down after getting shot several times by Eric Harris & Dylan Klebold. The interview was conducted by the Gawker video-game blog Kotaku, which bizarrely introduces Castaldo by saying that he was "last paralyzed...after being shot...during" the attack. Um. "Last paralyzed"?

Regardless: this kid is not at all mad about the game. In fact:

What did you think of it?

It probably sounds a bit odd for someone like me to say, but I appreciate the fact at least to some degree that something like this was made...I like the part in the game where if you go up to the water fountain theres a thing that comes up that explains that the water in denver is a little bit hard because it contains calcium and magnesium but is harmless. Answering the hypothetical question of "Was there something in the water, that caused this?" Clearly not, and the causes for this are not easily apparent.

Did the idea that you were playing as Klebold and Harris upset you?

It's all third person, so your kind of looking down on this thing as all of this horrible stuff is going on. It reminded me of the movie 'Elephant"...

Do you think the fact that it's a game trivializes the attack on the school?

I think that ultimatley a videogame is just another medium for artistic expression. But, you do end up killing literally hundres of representations of high- schoolers...

Does the game's use of low-res, 16-bit-era graphics make it easier to deal with?

...I would be so bold as to say that the effect is very post-modern...

How can people looking to talk to you about a job reach you?

I have a resume posted online at the blogger.com site.

So in conclusion: no.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

There Will Also Be Plasma TVs

Did we know that McDonald's is getting a makeover?

The traditional McDonald's yellow and red colors will remain, but the red will be muted to terra cotta and olive and sage green will be added to the mix. To warm up their look, the restaurants will have less plastic and more brick and wood, with modern hanging lights to produce a softer glow. Contemporary art or framed photographs will hang on the walls.

Here's how this went down:

MCD1: shit we need a new design our shit looks mad old + skanky

MCD2: tru. hey you know what has a nice design? starbucks

MCD1: tru. but instead of just telling our ppz to copy starbucks let's first pay some firms millions of dollars to figure out how we want our shit to look.

MCD2: but we want our shit to look like starbucks.

MCD1: no it'll take three years and ginormous expenditures to figure that out so we can feel like we're not just copying starbucks halfassedly but are doing it like professionals

MCD2: ok. can each hamburger have a tiny ipod in it?

MCD1: yes and all the french fries will be shaped like lifehacker (??)

Friday, September 15, 2006

I (and Other American Men) Am (Are) Becoming Obsolete, Part III

Result no. 3 of 3 for a Google image search on “vagina trends” is an innocuous little banner from the web site of the University of Guelph in Canada:

photo of a campus building with the text 'Campus News' superimposed over it

Goddamn draft-dodging sex organs.

This raises a lot of possibilities for a Fulbright research project.

All Together Now: Awwww

The world has taken relatively scant notice of the fighting in Gaza. “Do our rocket attacks appear on television in America?” Abu Obeidah asked me. When I told him most of the news coverage centered on Lebanon, his face fell.

—Jeffrey Goldberg, “The Forgotten War,” The New Yorker 11 Sep. 2006: 41.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

The Me Doing This Now Isn't The Same Me as the Me Doing That Then

Why did I write "hipster clubbing" on a scrap of paper this summer and underline it twice?

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Let Me Guess: 14-Cups, 14 Tbsp.

Type of coffeemakerPerculatorRegular Auto Drip CoffeemakerKrups Drip Coffeemaker
Quantity
4-Cups4 Tbsp.4 Tbsp.4 Tbsp.
8-cups8 Tbsp.8 Tbsp.8 Tbsp.
10-cups10 Tbsp.10 Tbsp.10 Tbsp.
12-cups12 Tbsp.12 Tbsp.12 Tbsp.

Um. This table could be condensed significantly.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I'm Looking at You, TR

Harvard alcohol-serving rule no. 6:

Drinking games, drugs, and / or progressive parties are strictly forbidden.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I Get Head in the Strangest Places / Two at the Same Time: Call It Changing Face(book)s; or, Addendum

From: Facebook
Subject: You have been invited to "FACEBOOK REDESIGN SUCKS -- PASS IT ON" on Facebook...

Shit is like The Ring, gentle readers. btw someone write a paper about new-wave Japanese horror as a manifestation of a fear of recursion, recursion's revenge — computers hell of better at that than us, notwithstanding importance of recursion to FLN, Chomsky vs. Pinker, Nina Strohminger. Jeremy? Jeremy, are you out there?

p.s. Larry Summers = d/l blogger. We have shit in common. I yelled at him about Wikipedia one time.

p.p.s. do we know that Facebook has released a beta API? Someone come up with an art project using this. My favorite methods are

Emergence/Convergence

I woke up this morning (at 12:40:22 p.m., apparently) to a text message from the eminent Mr. Neyfakh:

Um facebook?

Um indeed. I've just now received this dispatch from the redoubtable Mr. Kasavin:

Eric Britton joined the group What Ever Happened To Privacy. 1:43am

Seth Anagnostis joined the group Facebook has gone overboard. Way too stalkerish now. 9:28pm

Eli Blashkovsky and Lauren Meyer joined the group Wow the new facebook blows. 7:12pm

My own "Feed" offers similar news:

Will Dizard created a group. 1:48am
NEW FACEBOOK BLOWS

Brittany Castaneda joined the group FACEBOOK REDESIGN SUCKS -- PASS IT ON. 11:35pm

Abe Riesman created a group. 12:12pm
FACEBOOK REDESIGN SUCKS -- PASS IT ON

And, somewhat bewilderingly,

Shane Wilson added "my name is earl" to his favorite tv shows. 7:44pm

I did?

Of course, the Facebookers must have expected a negative reaction, at least initially, but I wonder if they had any idea of the speed with which the discourse has gone meta. What fraction of total News Feed items, do you think, have been designed specifically for News Feed consumption and comment exclusively on the News Feed itself — all within a few hours of its materialization?

It's interesting how many of the responses carp about privacy. Come to think of it, up till now, Facebook has mostly operated on an old-school keyhole model: the orifice was symmetric; the same interface that allowed outbound scrutiny of others also necessarily allowed inbound scrutiny of you. Of course, one could opt to make oneself invisible to different degrees, and one still can, but most people don't; they seem to enjoy walking the tightrope of personal disclosure, toying with the sensuous particulars of self-revelation. The naïve profiles of yore, many of which merely listed favorite music/movies/etc., have given way to minimalist, cryptic sketches and long, rambling data dumps, with both models often making mockeries of the profiles' built-in semantics (which, in the long run, might undermine Zuckerberg's efforts to "monetize" the information churned out by his grand experiment — will marketers want access to a list of the favorite movies of X University students once they realize how many profiles consist entirely of lies or jokes?).

The point, though, is that all this identity construction has heretofore gone on under the auspices of a basic contract: I can peep in on other people without their knowing it, and they can do likewise to me. You can't (legitimately) decouple one possibility from the other. The keyhole that hides is also the keyhole that reveals. But however immaterial Facebook-peeping really is, it retains a touch of the physical. It takes a bit of work to research people. You can read what they've written; you can peruse their walls; you can look at their photo albums and the photos tagged with their names; you can look up their friends; you can see what groups they've joined. But of course these last two activities immediately become recursive, as do the others, quite frequently; you follow an unending sequence of connections, never exhausting the available information, spying on the friends of friends of friends. What regulated "stalkerish"ness, in part, was the effort required to do adequate stalking. It was a bit like rifling through the archives, a bit like knocking on doors and hitting the pavement and burning (gum)shoe-leather and elbow grease. In fact, it's that level of personal investment that makes the sleuthing seem "stalkerish"; a normal, non-pathological person, the thinking goes, wouldn't try so hard to investigate his or her peers.

But the redesign goes a long way toward making research unnecessary, replacing investigation with omniscience. It doesn't just enable obsessive monitoring, which, arguably, Facebook has done from the beginning; it foists obsessive monitoring upon us. We don't have to leave our rooms to look through our neighbor's keyhole; our neighbor's keyhole, I don't know, parasitically downloads itself into our mind-brains. The whole real-world metaphor breaks down. Facebook has made us gods, and our first reaction is to be scared and whiny about it.

This does not bode well for the Singularity.

See also: homeland security, Total Information Awareness, eye in the pyramid. What if the solution to government surveillance of private citizens is private surveillance of government officials (maybe a.k.a. journalism)? Get those bastards on the Facebook asap. Give me their interests & pokes. I would also like to know who they are it's complicated with.

And I defy anyone to rewrite that sentence elegantly while preserving the meaning.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

1 Thing + Bonus Track

  1. As it turns out, I am in love with Project Runway. (It was a whirlwind romance.) According to Bravo, I am now part of the target market for a gay phone-sex line that supplies paying customers with a "Male Box" for incoming booty calls.
  2. To anyone who thinks that a bag of "twig tea" from Tealuxe contains anything other than a bunch of twigs: you are mistaken, friend.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Weapons of Mass Destruction–Related Program Activities

"They were in the final stages of getting ready to do something." So said Michael Chertoff on the news a few minutes ago, re: omfg the liquid Islamofascist bombers of doom. Final stages of getting ready to do something, you say? Well, in that case, why keep the threat level at orange? With shit this serious, I think it's irresponsible to even limit ourselves to the visible-light spectrum. I hereby invoke Threat Level Code Gamma Ray.

(Incidentally, looking for "final stages of getting ready" on Google to verify the quotation led me to an 8/10 U.S. News & World Report article that quotes "one U.S. intelligence official" as saying, "They were probably in the final stages of getting ready to run a test and do the real thing. That's why we went to red." Probably in the final stages of getting ready, eh? Makes you wonder who's feeding U.S. News (does anyone read this?) its material. Also incidentally, I'm probably in the final stages of getting ready to do my thesis. And my article on movie trailers. I swear.)