There's a problem I run into from time to time. We use a lot of words to varying effect. Sometimes we conjure up wise old relics with our usage, and it is there that the idea conveyed is bigger than you.
This is when something strange happens. You are quickly alienated from yourself. Perhaps you spoke in a way that makes you appear 'too big for your britches.' Perhaps you spoke in a way that makes you appear more foolish, more bigoted, prejudicial, or otherwise unsavory even to yourself. There's no reason that this should occur other than it does, and it demonstrates how rhetorically weaponized meaning happens through our uncovering of history with words, our invading of homes with our words, our invasion of the interior lives of others with our words.
How violent can an "I love you" be? When it achieves an absolute measure of death as its ending. Can or should anyone love that much? Is it fair to you or to me? It's as the author in the book lying next to me would say, slavery to formalism. We become enslaved to a lot of things. An idea in our head seems like an unworthy king for a court of one. When we function in a world on the basis of our idea of that world then perhaps this king leads none. Ideas are, in fact, no things. Yet we invest so much in them that we'll fell a forest for the greater glory of this no thing. And what better way to demonstrate it's no potential than for this no thing to command an army and obliterate something, to erase it totally from existence. This notion of erasure is a sacrifice upon the altar of no things.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
bodies and minds
We are not unique.
We are all trapped within a universe of our making. To consider for a moment that our awareness is our ability to fix time and that this is uniquely tied to our ability to store memory in word, what makes our condition so freeing yet so utterly trapping.
That's the issue. We see the end to our abilities within the framework of our abilities. To language is to bring meaning to the world, meaning that accrues the sediment of history. And that history defines what and who we are. Sure each moment is filled with the potential for freedom from this history, a new beginning. But what are we beginning? What first step are we taking and from what do we step? We're still tethered to a polestar of meaning, and it is that familiar patina of interpretation through which we see everything, even ourselves. Our consciousness has a flatness. We're trapped on a mobius strip of historically constituted awareness. Out of what it springs is an initial desire for speaking into the world and at that moment the full creation of the world as spoken rushes in to fill a void, a void presupposed by meaning, by position in semiotic space.
We're trapped along this oddly flat dimension of awareness, and it is that awareness which enables the awareness of being trapped. When we recognize the potential for a new beginning we see it's contours. When we see the same thing differently than another we recognize its dimensions. In symbolizing we usher in a reality that is symbol based. We mine the potential of our thought, and in that thought we fall as it were an abyss.
So being is an issue of symbol using and symbol using traps us in world of our own making. No, a clarification is needed. Our entrapment is in chasing for that chimera of significance, meaning. What a flag means to you and to mean can be utterly different yet a flag remains before us. Now what is this triad? It's simply a condition for recognizing the potential for meaning making and its utter failure. We may use the same word but it's meaning to us is often fleeting. We can draw an assumption that the two of us are in agreement concerning meaning, but that assumption, once again, gives rise to the perennial breakdown in coordinating action.
Yet we somehow find ways to continue our progress together or alone in some kind of working construction of social organization. How does this happen? I for one can speak to the ability to put my body through pain in order to exact money. Granted these jobs are fleeting, they insult my intellect, and my physical abilities insult their meaning of hard work. But that body in pain brings to reality something that was always there but lost sometimes in the world world of symbols. We've only granted ourselves a modicum of levitation from the real by the symbolic world, but that's all that's required. And given this modicum of levitation from reality we recognize it all too often when world comes crashing through word.
The strength of the base of a foundation is a body in pain. That's an investment in labor--a necessary condition of creations that transcend time that--once the bodies that have sacrificed to create them are gone--become artifacts in time.
Nothing new emerges from this writing that hasn't already been said and thought of in a million different ways--some better, some worse. I wonder why I do this.
We are all trapped within a universe of our making. To consider for a moment that our awareness is our ability to fix time and that this is uniquely tied to our ability to store memory in word, what makes our condition so freeing yet so utterly trapping.
That's the issue. We see the end to our abilities within the framework of our abilities. To language is to bring meaning to the world, meaning that accrues the sediment of history. And that history defines what and who we are. Sure each moment is filled with the potential for freedom from this history, a new beginning. But what are we beginning? What first step are we taking and from what do we step? We're still tethered to a polestar of meaning, and it is that familiar patina of interpretation through which we see everything, even ourselves. Our consciousness has a flatness. We're trapped on a mobius strip of historically constituted awareness. Out of what it springs is an initial desire for speaking into the world and at that moment the full creation of the world as spoken rushes in to fill a void, a void presupposed by meaning, by position in semiotic space.
We're trapped along this oddly flat dimension of awareness, and it is that awareness which enables the awareness of being trapped. When we recognize the potential for a new beginning we see it's contours. When we see the same thing differently than another we recognize its dimensions. In symbolizing we usher in a reality that is symbol based. We mine the potential of our thought, and in that thought we fall as it were an abyss.
So being is an issue of symbol using and symbol using traps us in world of our own making. No, a clarification is needed. Our entrapment is in chasing for that chimera of significance, meaning. What a flag means to you and to mean can be utterly different yet a flag remains before us. Now what is this triad? It's simply a condition for recognizing the potential for meaning making and its utter failure. We may use the same word but it's meaning to us is often fleeting. We can draw an assumption that the two of us are in agreement concerning meaning, but that assumption, once again, gives rise to the perennial breakdown in coordinating action.
Yet we somehow find ways to continue our progress together or alone in some kind of working construction of social organization. How does this happen? I for one can speak to the ability to put my body through pain in order to exact money. Granted these jobs are fleeting, they insult my intellect, and my physical abilities insult their meaning of hard work. But that body in pain brings to reality something that was always there but lost sometimes in the world world of symbols. We've only granted ourselves a modicum of levitation from the real by the symbolic world, but that's all that's required. And given this modicum of levitation from reality we recognize it all too often when world comes crashing through word.
The strength of the base of a foundation is a body in pain. That's an investment in labor--a necessary condition of creations that transcend time that--once the bodies that have sacrificed to create them are gone--become artifacts in time.
Nothing new emerges from this writing that hasn't already been said and thought of in a million different ways--some better, some worse. I wonder why I do this.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
a day in the 'life'
I got up today at 5:15. I told myself I was going to dress up in dirty clothes and hang out at the Ironworker's hall. A union hall located just off of St. Louis Road in a small area incorporated into East Saint Louis.
Instead, I began working on my classwork. I told myself, "as long as my phone is working, I'll get some classwork done." Well, I finished up the class in no time. I was done with it by 7:30. My father had recommended that I get down to the Hall by 6:30 as that's when most work goes out. I didn't. I decided to play school teacher this morning.
I finished up my school teacher routine and was looking at about 7 papers and 2 group assignments to grade. At this time it was about 10. I spent a little time between 7:30 using the bathroom and watching theme tunes from 80s television sitcoms. I found the one that I had heard at about 7:00 on the radio. It was Hill Street Blues. Owing to this website, I found multiple links, so I watched several 10-minute-long tributes to a show that I used to watch called, "Spenser for Hire." After that, I watched a few videos about Avery Brooks, who played Hawk in that show. This ultimately led me to Deep Space 9 fan videos, and quickly to images of a member of the show, Nana Visitor. She was a short, well-built actor who I felt like staring at that moment. Then I quickly turned on my computer and scanned through videos to download. Finding none, I went to my pile and began watching until I came. Then I went to bed for 2 and a half hours and here I am--2 beers in and one paper half graded. It's now 1:15. I don't know how better to discuss time other than to demonstrate that distractions are quite time-consuming. Yet they're everywhere, when you work from home. And even with the best intentions going in, I ended up getting sucked into that vortex of bad habits this morning.
Oh, and I watched about 30 minutes of interview footage with a professor who inspired my entry into a doctoral program. I was looking for something and in its stead found quite a bit of inspiration for the last few responses to students that morning.
That was my day. It's hardly a day. Some work harder. Some think less. Most at least are required to remain in a employer-sanctioned location for 8 to 9 hours a day. I am not, nor do I feel obliged to go down to the Hall and grub for work. I'd rather just spend it at my house. To my mind, I have things that I can do here that are part of a job anyway, so I may as well do them here.
So there you have it, that's a day in the life. Now that it is 1:18 and I have yet to complete even one graded assignment, you can see how poorly I can manage my time sometimes. This kind of behavior is virulent within higher education. The first thing I did upon taking my first job was to completely and utterly give up on research or any activity of any kind. I had absolutely no heart, no interest, no perceived effort in it. All I liked to do was to read books of my interest. And that I did. But now I have nothing to show. I never finished, nor am I finishing what I set out to do today. That's a simple view of a day in the life of me. I cannot find a better pigeonhole into which I can situate an activity I'd rather not do, so the pigeon squirms it's way out, hour after hour, day in, day out. And eventually I get everything done at the last minute.
Congratulations.
Instead, I began working on my classwork. I told myself, "as long as my phone is working, I'll get some classwork done." Well, I finished up the class in no time. I was done with it by 7:30. My father had recommended that I get down to the Hall by 6:30 as that's when most work goes out. I didn't. I decided to play school teacher this morning.
I finished up my school teacher routine and was looking at about 7 papers and 2 group assignments to grade. At this time it was about 10. I spent a little time between 7:30 using the bathroom and watching theme tunes from 80s television sitcoms. I found the one that I had heard at about 7:00 on the radio. It was Hill Street Blues. Owing to this website, I found multiple links, so I watched several 10-minute-long tributes to a show that I used to watch called, "Spenser for Hire." After that, I watched a few videos about Avery Brooks, who played Hawk in that show. This ultimately led me to Deep Space 9 fan videos, and quickly to images of a member of the show, Nana Visitor. She was a short, well-built actor who I felt like staring at that moment. Then I quickly turned on my computer and scanned through videos to download. Finding none, I went to my pile and began watching until I came. Then I went to bed for 2 and a half hours and here I am--2 beers in and one paper half graded. It's now 1:15. I don't know how better to discuss time other than to demonstrate that distractions are quite time-consuming. Yet they're everywhere, when you work from home. And even with the best intentions going in, I ended up getting sucked into that vortex of bad habits this morning.
Oh, and I watched about 30 minutes of interview footage with a professor who inspired my entry into a doctoral program. I was looking for something and in its stead found quite a bit of inspiration for the last few responses to students that morning.
That was my day. It's hardly a day. Some work harder. Some think less. Most at least are required to remain in a employer-sanctioned location for 8 to 9 hours a day. I am not, nor do I feel obliged to go down to the Hall and grub for work. I'd rather just spend it at my house. To my mind, I have things that I can do here that are part of a job anyway, so I may as well do them here.
So there you have it, that's a day in the life. Now that it is 1:18 and I have yet to complete even one graded assignment, you can see how poorly I can manage my time sometimes. This kind of behavior is virulent within higher education. The first thing I did upon taking my first job was to completely and utterly give up on research or any activity of any kind. I had absolutely no heart, no interest, no perceived effort in it. All I liked to do was to read books of my interest. And that I did. But now I have nothing to show. I never finished, nor am I finishing what I set out to do today. That's a simple view of a day in the life of me. I cannot find a better pigeonhole into which I can situate an activity I'd rather not do, so the pigeon squirms it's way out, hour after hour, day in, day out. And eventually I get everything done at the last minute.
Congratulations.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
banking
What would it be like to open and run a bank? This question has swarmed in my mind recently.
I keep thinking about business opportunities that would make me happy with my current situation. I would prefer to work for myself for a future of my making than that of someone else. This is the narrative that I repeat quite often when I'm not doing something that requires thought. Lately, that's been a lot of my time.
So far the dream looks like a mom and pop savings and loan company. I guess viewing 'It's a Wonderful Life' inspired me. I had intended to go to my dad's to pop the question regarding running a restaurant with him then. Instead, we watched that movie and discussed politics.
In addition to the mom and pop angle, I see the institution as one that is utterly transparent. The returns would be rather low and slow--my investment strategy would be U.S. savings bonds. I am unsure of the year commitments but this would require me to have cash on hand while the purchased matured. I had considered how employees and/or investors would get specific percentages of the profits garnered from that investment. It's a slow and rather meager way to grow a lending institution. It needs work, research, thought.
I just like the balls that are implied in opening a bank. Here I sit, at 5:30 in the morning. The streets are covered in snow. My car needs to be defrosted. I am scheduled to help install glass at a hospital a few towns over in freezing weather. That sounds like no fun, but I guess it will give me time to think and to dream. Strange really, what good is it for a man who fumbled his PhD aspirations to end up doing manual labor and thinking of a more illustrious future. It's no different than what I began doing once I started college--dreaming of a better tomorrow. It's just a fun mental exercise not unlike when I'd dream of having a radio-controlled flying device with a camera.
What's in a dream? Last night's meal I suspect.
I keep thinking about business opportunities that would make me happy with my current situation. I would prefer to work for myself for a future of my making than that of someone else. This is the narrative that I repeat quite often when I'm not doing something that requires thought. Lately, that's been a lot of my time.
So far the dream looks like a mom and pop savings and loan company. I guess viewing 'It's a Wonderful Life' inspired me. I had intended to go to my dad's to pop the question regarding running a restaurant with him then. Instead, we watched that movie and discussed politics.
In addition to the mom and pop angle, I see the institution as one that is utterly transparent. The returns would be rather low and slow--my investment strategy would be U.S. savings bonds. I am unsure of the year commitments but this would require me to have cash on hand while the purchased matured. I had considered how employees and/or investors would get specific percentages of the profits garnered from that investment. It's a slow and rather meager way to grow a lending institution. It needs work, research, thought.
I just like the balls that are implied in opening a bank. Here I sit, at 5:30 in the morning. The streets are covered in snow. My car needs to be defrosted. I am scheduled to help install glass at a hospital a few towns over in freezing weather. That sounds like no fun, but I guess it will give me time to think and to dream. Strange really, what good is it for a man who fumbled his PhD aspirations to end up doing manual labor and thinking of a more illustrious future. It's no different than what I began doing once I started college--dreaming of a better tomorrow. It's just a fun mental exercise not unlike when I'd dream of having a radio-controlled flying device with a camera.
What's in a dream? Last night's meal I suspect.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
rational paranoia
There's a saying around the world of common sense--fringe ideas are held by mentally unstable people. Mental stability is a generic (read, 'genre') argot for labeling those who oppose elements of society: its institutions, its authority structures, its power, its scope, its secrets. Their writings are labeled as conspiracy theories, and their precipitating mental conditions are often labeled as paranoia. We see this label affixed to those who attempt and sometimes succeed to assassinate political figures even as early as the 19th century. This madness is nothing new; it's a feature of our rapidly mobile modernity and the scale at which communication travels. It's best to have a way to carefully snuff oppositional opinion by placing it below the bar of civil discourse. And what better way than to pathologize the persona and diagnose the writing or actions as symptomatic of their particular mental pathology. After all, how crazy does a person have to be to face down some of the most powerful figures in some of the most powerful countries?
That crazy if one were to set some kind of empirical bar to it.
But there's something inherently lopsided in a triad between an agent, his agency, and the scenery against which he acts. The bias cuts along common sense, better judgment, and the authority that these uphold in a society that has created some powerful people, powerful positions, powerful institutions, and powerful weapons to administer and sustain them for generations: the law, the gun, surveillance, knowledge infrastructures, and of course the lies that sustain a lopsided use of these for the sake of a democracy. An essential lie of any democracy is that we are free to choose who best represents our interests. Yet in that very democracy we are not free to choose how this freedom gets expressed because the minds that sustain these ideas and the subjectivities they inherit are formed prior to us having a choice. America is a nation of immigrants with assimilation anxiety--an overwhelming desire to fit in. Feel as an outsider wanting to get in, you concede to the mindset that you think represents an insider. The lack of information between outsider and insider creates the space that nourishes a mythos and a mystery to the other. That enhances the difference in a specific way; it grants a sense of power and privilege to the insiders as perceived by the outsider. The insider has legitimacy, access to power and privilege, something that the outsider lacks. One alternative is to create another power structure out of networks of outsiders; mafias and labor unions are but one way that alternative power structures have emerged from a unified attempt to make a social organization apart from those that are institutionalized into the legitimate business and legal community. Yet what we fail to recognize is that the most powerful operate much like these alternative social organizations, outside legal structures with an express emphasis on self-policing. The short lesson one draws from this unfinished narrative is that modern democracy purports to grant people power through their influence upon electoral politics, but power and influence have long been locked into very well-guarded channels. Any chance to break into these requires something akin to a solemn oath to the interests of the people who guard those channels, and so nothing outside gets in without the express privilege or consent of the guardians.
An assassin circumvents democracy with the vote of one. The assassin establishes a new access point to the powerful office--the gun sight. A dissident voices an opinion into a hypermarket of ideas that expressly encourages people to chase fame. Those that seek to level a critique and register this critique through a manifesto or a gun faces several legitimacy challenges, and common sense encourages one to see the very act itself as lunacy. To stand against the powerful is ineffective. To stand against the powerful is insane. To stand against the powerful is to unravel the official story, and in this unraveling so go a number of assumptions, values, and common senses about an average individual's subjectivity and beliefs about one's power to bring about change. Editorials have length requirements, and by their nature attract ridicule and amusement over racist screeds or delusional thinking. The web's commenting function, owing to its visual economy, bury posts to a Precambrian stratum, lost and forgotten, making either recent posts or highly rated ones visible. And fame chasing strategies abound. One's ability to run for office is limited by the two party branding scheme, which brings with it the attendant desire to fit in by voting along party lines. Running outside the system invites normally one kind of label--left and radical are among them. Political demagoguery has narrowed the spectrum of legitimate issues to those labeled patriotic to those labeled as socialistic. Within the high-walled canyon carved by this rhetoric few tenable political positions exist.
To abruptly shorten my narrative again the point is that legitimate sources of discontent are continually shifting away from truth production like the news into a marginal space of flashing banners and poorly edited and maintained web backwaters. There, people with little, no, or the wrong credentials attempt to shed light on power only to have their marginal status work against them. One man's sane and rational analysis of steel gets placed alongside another man's report about Lizard People. A measure of credibility by association gets implied in this kind of positioning. A professor discussing dissent gets his report aired next to a man in a ski mask discussing how to address police. The effect is one that immediately strains the credulity of the professor. It's as if the Jesus of his day were found to have an illegitimate message to spread based on the fact that he associated with both the potentates and dregs of society. This lack of consistency is one of many tactics used to discount the messenger.
Rational paranoia is not intended to add pun to a psychological ailment, nor is it meant to water down either of the juxtaposed entities. It intends to frame the conditions under which some kinds of unpopular or 'alternative' views on official events raise the specter of mental fitness. That fitness becomes the mode of questioning to presume without saying that the world as we know it through official narratives is not a fiction, a human construction, but in fact the real world.
Discussing how knowledge gets formed and accepted does nothing to forward either cause. It is the very understanding of this process that can be used to manipulate the outcome of one's mindset and opinions on any number of issues. Conspiracy labels start here, and what follows from such labels are attempts to make a science of studying why this form of paranoia happens.
To question power and authority should be sane. I have no truck with it. But power and authority have no domain over reality. Given how much of our reality is mediated by experience in two spheres our ability to establish an independent reality is compromised. We go to work for the majority of our days, and that world is a highly regulated public space. Our thinking and action are shaped by the merits of productivity. We engage in a specialized form of activity known as 'labor.' When we come home from labor we engage in any number of home-based activities. Primary among these is media consumption. And who's media is this? It could be any number. But if we were to limit our menu--for the sake of argument--to entertainment, news, and Lizard people updates how equipped are we to engage in a democratic society? We are very poorly equipped. We lack the chops as average Joes to even purport to speak for our constituents. That's the domain of the specialist and the well-networked individual, both of whom are quite synonymous in contemporary America. One reason we lack the chops to represent constituent interests is because we have the choice of consuming marginal news sources. One fitting definition of the internet by Richard Kyanka explains it as a place where weird people find like-minded others in order to feel that they're normal. Our freedom to consume what media and information we please contribute to our decidedly non-catholic worldviews. We're all partisans in this fight. We lack a worldview in the literal sense because so much of our life is consume by work and media consumption. Both of these decisively narrow our worldview to one framed by interests. And to stand outside of that worldview and to call those interests by their names leads to a suggestive semiotic domino-effect whereby one presumptively topples the world as such. The only recourse to those who are beholden to this world as such, and that goes for the average Joes, is to question the sanity of those who do such things. And so oppositional figures will remain marginal figures because they denounce more than just a political system but a reality system that is tied to a symbol system and a logic system. Simply put, power and authority have staked their claims on something more expansive than politics and government. They're in the business of reality management.
And so we don't question reality while we watch dramatizations of humans in reality show drama. And we don't question reality as we 'clock in' at our 'real' jobs. Meanwhile we pray to all our lesser gods of stock markets and finance. Some of us still believe in luck as we play lotteries. All of us carry around paper deities of worth, and all of this seems rational and sane. And that's because we all do it.
That crazy if one were to set some kind of empirical bar to it.
But there's something inherently lopsided in a triad between an agent, his agency, and the scenery against which he acts. The bias cuts along common sense, better judgment, and the authority that these uphold in a society that has created some powerful people, powerful positions, powerful institutions, and powerful weapons to administer and sustain them for generations: the law, the gun, surveillance, knowledge infrastructures, and of course the lies that sustain a lopsided use of these for the sake of a democracy. An essential lie of any democracy is that we are free to choose who best represents our interests. Yet in that very democracy we are not free to choose how this freedom gets expressed because the minds that sustain these ideas and the subjectivities they inherit are formed prior to us having a choice. America is a nation of immigrants with assimilation anxiety--an overwhelming desire to fit in. Feel as an outsider wanting to get in, you concede to the mindset that you think represents an insider. The lack of information between outsider and insider creates the space that nourishes a mythos and a mystery to the other. That enhances the difference in a specific way; it grants a sense of power and privilege to the insiders as perceived by the outsider. The insider has legitimacy, access to power and privilege, something that the outsider lacks. One alternative is to create another power structure out of networks of outsiders; mafias and labor unions are but one way that alternative power structures have emerged from a unified attempt to make a social organization apart from those that are institutionalized into the legitimate business and legal community. Yet what we fail to recognize is that the most powerful operate much like these alternative social organizations, outside legal structures with an express emphasis on self-policing. The short lesson one draws from this unfinished narrative is that modern democracy purports to grant people power through their influence upon electoral politics, but power and influence have long been locked into very well-guarded channels. Any chance to break into these requires something akin to a solemn oath to the interests of the people who guard those channels, and so nothing outside gets in without the express privilege or consent of the guardians.
An assassin circumvents democracy with the vote of one. The assassin establishes a new access point to the powerful office--the gun sight. A dissident voices an opinion into a hypermarket of ideas that expressly encourages people to chase fame. Those that seek to level a critique and register this critique through a manifesto or a gun faces several legitimacy challenges, and common sense encourages one to see the very act itself as lunacy. To stand against the powerful is ineffective. To stand against the powerful is insane. To stand against the powerful is to unravel the official story, and in this unraveling so go a number of assumptions, values, and common senses about an average individual's subjectivity and beliefs about one's power to bring about change. Editorials have length requirements, and by their nature attract ridicule and amusement over racist screeds or delusional thinking. The web's commenting function, owing to its visual economy, bury posts to a Precambrian stratum, lost and forgotten, making either recent posts or highly rated ones visible. And fame chasing strategies abound. One's ability to run for office is limited by the two party branding scheme, which brings with it the attendant desire to fit in by voting along party lines. Running outside the system invites normally one kind of label--left and radical are among them. Political demagoguery has narrowed the spectrum of legitimate issues to those labeled patriotic to those labeled as socialistic. Within the high-walled canyon carved by this rhetoric few tenable political positions exist.
To abruptly shorten my narrative again the point is that legitimate sources of discontent are continually shifting away from truth production like the news into a marginal space of flashing banners and poorly edited and maintained web backwaters. There, people with little, no, or the wrong credentials attempt to shed light on power only to have their marginal status work against them. One man's sane and rational analysis of steel gets placed alongside another man's report about Lizard People. A measure of credibility by association gets implied in this kind of positioning. A professor discussing dissent gets his report aired next to a man in a ski mask discussing how to address police. The effect is one that immediately strains the credulity of the professor. It's as if the Jesus of his day were found to have an illegitimate message to spread based on the fact that he associated with both the potentates and dregs of society. This lack of consistency is one of many tactics used to discount the messenger.
Rational paranoia is not intended to add pun to a psychological ailment, nor is it meant to water down either of the juxtaposed entities. It intends to frame the conditions under which some kinds of unpopular or 'alternative' views on official events raise the specter of mental fitness. That fitness becomes the mode of questioning to presume without saying that the world as we know it through official narratives is not a fiction, a human construction, but in fact the real world.
Discussing how knowledge gets formed and accepted does nothing to forward either cause. It is the very understanding of this process that can be used to manipulate the outcome of one's mindset and opinions on any number of issues. Conspiracy labels start here, and what follows from such labels are attempts to make a science of studying why this form of paranoia happens.
To question power and authority should be sane. I have no truck with it. But power and authority have no domain over reality. Given how much of our reality is mediated by experience in two spheres our ability to establish an independent reality is compromised. We go to work for the majority of our days, and that world is a highly regulated public space. Our thinking and action are shaped by the merits of productivity. We engage in a specialized form of activity known as 'labor.' When we come home from labor we engage in any number of home-based activities. Primary among these is media consumption. And who's media is this? It could be any number. But if we were to limit our menu--for the sake of argument--to entertainment, news, and Lizard people updates how equipped are we to engage in a democratic society? We are very poorly equipped. We lack the chops as average Joes to even purport to speak for our constituents. That's the domain of the specialist and the well-networked individual, both of whom are quite synonymous in contemporary America. One reason we lack the chops to represent constituent interests is because we have the choice of consuming marginal news sources. One fitting definition of the internet by Richard Kyanka explains it as a place where weird people find like-minded others in order to feel that they're normal. Our freedom to consume what media and information we please contribute to our decidedly non-catholic worldviews. We're all partisans in this fight. We lack a worldview in the literal sense because so much of our life is consume by work and media consumption. Both of these decisively narrow our worldview to one framed by interests. And to stand outside of that worldview and to call those interests by their names leads to a suggestive semiotic domino-effect whereby one presumptively topples the world as such. The only recourse to those who are beholden to this world as such, and that goes for the average Joes, is to question the sanity of those who do such things. And so oppositional figures will remain marginal figures because they denounce more than just a political system but a reality system that is tied to a symbol system and a logic system. Simply put, power and authority have staked their claims on something more expansive than politics and government. They're in the business of reality management.
And so we don't question reality while we watch dramatizations of humans in reality show drama. And we don't question reality as we 'clock in' at our 'real' jobs. Meanwhile we pray to all our lesser gods of stock markets and finance. Some of us still believe in luck as we play lotteries. All of us carry around paper deities of worth, and all of this seems rational and sane. And that's because we all do it.
Friday, December 2, 2011
the phenomenology of obedience
What do I study you ask?
What do I write about you ask?
What motivates my research you ask?
What frames my questions you ask?
What initiates the search you ask?
I seek to understand the phenomenology of obedience within technopolitical social orders.
'What in the hell is that?' you ask.
It's many things. Owing to the focus on phenomenology, I'm concerned with action, where it happens and how it happens--the lived event.
Why obedience you ask?
That's the focal point of what I'm studying. Granted how we interpret action is an orthogonal grab bag of valences, values, salience, and outcome. That's how anyone invests meaning in a rather amorphous and unresolved set of behaviors. Any interpreter sets the boundaries and implies the outcomes as a process of turning toward the phenomenon under study. I merely question the assumption that free will drives our human behavior.
The mechanistic, biomechanical discourse is becoming ascendant in understanding human behavior as brain-dependent. That flushes out the ghost in the machine. The machine is being used to describe the projection, the ghost, that was once human nature.
Those who are apologists for free will still find space for human intuition invested in temporality. Owing to our reflexivity we are unstuck, so to speak, from the mere machinery of action, but we're not completely untethered from it. It functions as a yang of determination to our ying of agency. That's the tension underlying any interpretation. These apologists, finding their free will in the space of afterthought and forethought intentionally cannot look to the present, the now, and to do so is to try to parse the brute data of activity into the categories: reflex, tendency, and agency. So even the apologists haven't denounced the mechanistic determination of human behavior; they've merely added some slack in the tether between action and substance. That is where I enter.
I too see the notion of human action as this combination of behavior and the lag time of retrospection being put into future action. That's the messy dialectic that underlies our own struggle with our humanity and the researcher's struggle for understanding. Obedience is my watch word. I see us both in our machine and in our reflection upon the machine as being fed by a tendency to short circuit this reflexivity in a constant buzz of gadget-obsessed, information aware, metaknowledge hopping activity.
The phenomenology of obedience is transparent. You see the glass as half full. I see it as half empty--same thing. My hopping off point is that I don't see us heading in a positive direction but one toward which our brains, our culture, and our activity coalesce around an ever tightening loop of interactivity with dramatized information management. Having the world at our fingertips is posed as a triumph of the western idyl of citizen as both consumer and free agent in a free society. Instead, having the world at our fingertips deadens our perception to our surroundings, adjusts our attention, and refocuses our recursive behaviors.
Our obedience occurs first to the interface. Then it's a matter of understanding how that interface is defined, described, and determined, which challenges our freedom of thinking. We're beginning to mistake judgment for selecting from a set of pre-defined options. We're beginning to mistake thinking for search. It's our mistake that we can modify the interface cosmetically that gives us freedom, but it's the same thing, only in a new configuration. We mistake having the world at our fingertips with the world. In order to journey we search. In order to understand we search. In order to reach out to others we search. In order to make a community we interface with each other as information. A status update is a phatic datum of being thereness, that isn't really thereness.
We mistake our obedience to an interface as free will, our own doing if only because we're flooded with options for exploring, customizing, and returning to it. Our obedience is never registered as such because we never recognize our cage; it's fictional in that our activity makes it. But as long as I return to the computer, check the same sites, return to e-mail throughout the day, double check a few forums then I've merely milled about my cage. If the cage accepts some input and, importantly, provides some output, we return.
What do I write about you ask?
What motivates my research you ask?
What frames my questions you ask?
What initiates the search you ask?
I seek to understand the phenomenology of obedience within technopolitical social orders.
'What in the hell is that?' you ask.
It's many things. Owing to the focus on phenomenology, I'm concerned with action, where it happens and how it happens--the lived event.
Why obedience you ask?
That's the focal point of what I'm studying. Granted how we interpret action is an orthogonal grab bag of valences, values, salience, and outcome. That's how anyone invests meaning in a rather amorphous and unresolved set of behaviors. Any interpreter sets the boundaries and implies the outcomes as a process of turning toward the phenomenon under study. I merely question the assumption that free will drives our human behavior.
The mechanistic, biomechanical discourse is becoming ascendant in understanding human behavior as brain-dependent. That flushes out the ghost in the machine. The machine is being used to describe the projection, the ghost, that was once human nature.
Those who are apologists for free will still find space for human intuition invested in temporality. Owing to our reflexivity we are unstuck, so to speak, from the mere machinery of action, but we're not completely untethered from it. It functions as a yang of determination to our ying of agency. That's the tension underlying any interpretation. These apologists, finding their free will in the space of afterthought and forethought intentionally cannot look to the present, the now, and to do so is to try to parse the brute data of activity into the categories: reflex, tendency, and agency. So even the apologists haven't denounced the mechanistic determination of human behavior; they've merely added some slack in the tether between action and substance. That is where I enter.
I too see the notion of human action as this combination of behavior and the lag time of retrospection being put into future action. That's the messy dialectic that underlies our own struggle with our humanity and the researcher's struggle for understanding. Obedience is my watch word. I see us both in our machine and in our reflection upon the machine as being fed by a tendency to short circuit this reflexivity in a constant buzz of gadget-obsessed, information aware, metaknowledge hopping activity.
The phenomenology of obedience is transparent. You see the glass as half full. I see it as half empty--same thing. My hopping off point is that I don't see us heading in a positive direction but one toward which our brains, our culture, and our activity coalesce around an ever tightening loop of interactivity with dramatized information management. Having the world at our fingertips is posed as a triumph of the western idyl of citizen as both consumer and free agent in a free society. Instead, having the world at our fingertips deadens our perception to our surroundings, adjusts our attention, and refocuses our recursive behaviors.
Our obedience occurs first to the interface. Then it's a matter of understanding how that interface is defined, described, and determined, which challenges our freedom of thinking. We're beginning to mistake judgment for selecting from a set of pre-defined options. We're beginning to mistake thinking for search. It's our mistake that we can modify the interface cosmetically that gives us freedom, but it's the same thing, only in a new configuration. We mistake having the world at our fingertips with the world. In order to journey we search. In order to understand we search. In order to reach out to others we search. In order to make a community we interface with each other as information. A status update is a phatic datum of being thereness, that isn't really thereness.
We mistake our obedience to an interface as free will, our own doing if only because we're flooded with options for exploring, customizing, and returning to it. Our obedience is never registered as such because we never recognize our cage; it's fictional in that our activity makes it. But as long as I return to the computer, check the same sites, return to e-mail throughout the day, double check a few forums then I've merely milled about my cage. If the cage accepts some input and, importantly, provides some output, we return.
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