Archive for the ‘Culture’ Category

American politics in a nutshell

Friday, February 15th, 2008

I read Doc Searls whenever I get a chance:

Ralph thinks We the People means We the Government. So do most of your basic Democrats. Your basic Republicans think We the People means We the Market. So Democrats like solving problems with Big Government while Republicans like solving problems with big market. ^

This is an interesting division that reveals how politics is not duality, but a circularity. If Democrats on the left believe in government, they’re all for centralized power, which I’d always thought as a tenet of the right. But as Searls says, the Republicans on the right believe in emergent forces and markets, which makes them more like anarchists with credit cards in my book. When I read stuff like this, I feel less compelled to see politics as anything but a show projected on the wall of the cave, while the real power lies in demographic change, convincing masses of people of ideas, technologies and markets.

To this we add some Malthusian mathematics:

Adding together the component partial utilities, the rational herdsman concludes that the only sensible course for him to pursue is to add another animal to his herd. And another…. But this is the conclusion reached by each and every rational herdsman sharing a commons. Therein is the tragedy. Each man is locked into a system that compels him to increase his herd without limit — in a world that is limited. Ruin is the destination toward which all men rush, each pursuing his own best interest in a society that believes in the freedom of the commons. Freedom in a commons brings ruin to all. ^

We each want that house in the suburbs, and we’re all using politics to duke it out. It will be interesting to see how this is resolved from 2015-2020 as oil supplies pass the profitable retrieval point using today’s technology.

The secrets of the mystic art

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

From William Gibson:

I suspect I have spent just about exactly as much time actually writing as the average person my age has spent watching television, and that, as much as anything, may be the real secret here. ^

You will meet many “artists” in this life. Most of them are not serious about writing for four to six hours a day, or even for three, or even writing at all. Gibson said what all of us are thinking when we see this phenomenon.

The origins of language

Saturday, January 26th, 2008

I was looking for a word today to describe an optimal situation in design, where a proposed idea matches its function exactly. It means part efficiency, part good design, part relevance to the task (even if the client isn’t fully aware of it). I found:

Arete (areth): Appropriate form to or for purpose, with strong overtones of ideal good

When it comes to technology design, it doesn’t get any clearer than that.

Why you need editors

Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008

One of the biggest reasons why Digg became successful was that it provided individuals with the opportunity to govern the site. By way of democracy, users choose which articles were submitted to the site, what made it to the front page, which new features should be implemented, ect. What a novel concept this was in the beginning. Fast forward to today and what do we have?

Digg is now controlled by the majority of users who just so happen to be Apple fanboys, who just happen to be Linux fanboys, who just happen to be political nut cases. Occasionally, you will see an article reach the front page that doesn’t fit in these three categories, but for the most part, these three categories run the roost. At one time, it was ok to submit Digg articles that were housed on blogs. Nope, you can’t do that anymore because the majority of Digg users frown on blogs and consider all blogs to be internet trash. ^

When I first started out, I thought everyone over 30 was retarded and that editors were the scourge of the world. They limited my artistic freedom, stopped my flights of linguistic fancy, made me think about boring things like the audience, the topic, and so on. I’ve changed a lot, but it wasn’t because editors taught me. It’s because I became my own editor.

Writing does not exist without a preposition. You are writing to someone, or writing for someone, even if you’re writing about someone, and that someone might be yourself, as in the case of fiction. Your audience is your target. Without them, you have a diary. With them, you have a dialogue between author and audience. I want that dialogue because when I write, it’s to share something I’ve discovered. (Even on this dorky blog!)

Editors are a good thing, but it’s not universal. Good editors are a good thing. Bad editors are …you guessed it, a bad thing. Digg needs editors as much as it needs that lovely anarchic groundswell of pure chaos that brings it some of its best stories.

But chaos does best with a master. You wouldn’t want to live in pure chaos, or you couldn’t function. If chaos took over your body, you’d die. It might be that chaos is best praised in Lovecraftian tales, or as part of the creative process that later gets bent to a system of order and clarity. At least, I’ve had the best results that way.

Free isn’t freedom

Monday, January 21st, 2008

The first time someone told me that television was free, I was blown away. All of those programs? For free? How?

They explained advertising to me and I was equally floored. People pay all this money… just so people know what products are there? It was only after that I found out that most products are not necessary for survival but are essentially luxury items, and so advertising helps convince the befuddled to buy. Aha.

Since the internet is so new, it still goes through spasmodic re-assessments as people who make a living from AdSense try to figure out whether or not it’s real. That’s why every month there’s a new article about a trend.

Some persist, like the “Long Tail” or “The Cathedral Versus the Bazaar” or other restatements of the same basic idea that funds TV: the only real commodity is selling attention span, or for the existentially paranoid, selling your time. About all you can do is sell the attention of others, because that enables you to sell them other things. It is a circular theory, almost a tautology.

People are now talking about applying this theory to the sales of movies and pop music.

The problem I see with it is what happened to video art in the conversion from movies to TV. Movies were an event, but television is more like running water, something you expect to be constant. There are very few stories really worth telling, which means that TV is inevitably tuned toward that worst of all curses, the re-run or the derivative idea.

Free media in other words is a one-way trip to forgettable media. We’ll have so much the quality per item will diminish, and this is what I’m seeing in music, movies and books. They’re all about the same but they try so hard to be different they make themselves bizarre and unreal, but then come back to the same 4 or 5 “uplifting” stories that people will buy.

It will distill society down to its most basic level, which is a competition for social status through drawing attention to oneself. The social rules haven’t changed since we were toddlers, or since our ancestors were apes.

I don’t know what I would rather see, because I can see the dual face of ownership. Free means that no one item gets much investment, because it’s an advertisement for something else. Ownership, while people like to pretend it’s a barrier to utopia, encourages artists to put more effort into their work and take more risks with it.

Realistically, we have one great novelist a generation, and maybe fifty pretty good ones. We shouldn’t have the thousands we do now, because most of them are so bad that they should have blogs instead (haha). The more people we have publishing, the less any content stands out, which means that soon every writer will be a TV channel with not enough viewers, and it’ll be hard to find any greats in the mix.

It’s the same way with where print media is going now, where blogs and web sites give away the news for free. It’s nice to have it free to read, but then, it becomes entirely driven by advertising and rewards weird extremes without deviating much from the norm.

Insight has been and always will be rare. People now are more informed on pop culture, and less informed on critical thinking and knowledge application, than ever before in history. It’s easy to mistake junk for knowledge. As much as we all like free things, the path of free is toward one where junk and knowledge are valued the same.

Mind-Computer interface

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

The headband has a trio of sensors across the front, and those sensors read electrical impulses in various frequency ranges, which equate to a number of different facial movements and—so it would seem, at least—patterns of thought.

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Schuette mapped the most basic controls to the facial muscle inputs, but the most impressive input had to be his “jump” key, which he mapped to one of the brain wave readings and activated via what he called his “Tourette’s impulse.” Basically, he’d think of an expletive, and his character would jump.

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One of the things that surprised me about using the headband is how, well, cerebral it is to use. I expected to be contorting my facial muscles wildly in order to use it, but in reality, it’s best to relax and gently control things. On top of that, something about the experience of using it is difficult to articulate but intuitive to apprehend. ^

We’re halfway there. The new interface uses the complex hardware our machines have for graphics and adapts it to interpret the sine waves our brains produce. It then translates these into motions which, while primitive now, could conceivably be more significant in the future. It can’t read thoughts, in other words, but it can read activity in certain areas of the brain. In William Gibson’s futuristic cyberpunk epic Neuromancer, hackers navigate with a headset for visualization but steer with a keyboard. It will be interesting to see if this headset becomes a two-way interface.

UFOs and Tom Wolfe

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

In this farming community where nightfall usually brings clear, starry skies, residents are abuzz over reported sightings of what many believe is a UFO.

Several dozen people — including a pilot, county constable and business owners — insist they have seen a large silent object with bright lights flying low and fast. Some reported seeing fighter jets chasing it.

“People wonder what in the world it is because this is the Bible Belt, and everyone is afraid it’s the end of times,” said Steve Allen, a freight company owner and pilot who said the object he saw last week was a mile long and half a mile wide. “It was positively, absolutely nothing from these parts.” ^

I remember, as a kid, going to the back of the library where, apart from the shelves, they had a turning wireframe shelf where they put all the weird and whacked out books. The conspiracy theories about Mayans inventing television, exposes of Replicants and Liquefactionists among us, theories about Egypt and magnetic mind control, and finally, reams of UFO information. When summer wore boring, I’d even check out some of these books and see what they were about.

In all honesty I have to say that most were paranoid, religiously desperate interpretations of inconclusive data, but not all of the UFO ones were fully whacked. The problem with the UFO books was that at some point each book had to cite or otherwise reference someone who was a whackjob, even if the authors were on the level. Maybe three-quarters of the UFO books were charlatanism, sensationalism or amateur con-jobs, but that remaining quarter seemed to come from sincere people.

To use William Gibson’s word, I’m agnostic on UFOs. I haven’t seen one. However, I also can’t think of a single conclusive reason why other species with advanced technology cannot exist, especially in a universe that’s huge and billions of years old. To think that there is some scientific datum that proves that UFOs cannot exist or other species cannot exist is to me the same kind of religious delusion as some of those books about Mayan magnetic Liquefactionism.

But because I like to think I’m objective, I have to ask myself: why do we humans (including myself) resist the idea of UFOs existing? Even in this blog, I’m not exactly jumping to go out and find the truth. It’s like I’m so inured to its possibility, yet not really looking forward to a positive answer, that I’ve filtered it out in the same way suburbanites filter out crime, traffic, nuclear war and aging as they settle down in front of their TVs at night.

Luckily, one of my favorite authors gave me a hint:

Even before I left graduate school I had come to the conclusion that virtually all people live by what I think of as a “fiction-absolute.” Each individual adopts a set of values which, if truly absolute in the world–so ordained by some almighty force–would make not that individual but his group . . . the best of all possible groups, the best of all inner circles. Politicians, the rich, the celebrated, become mere types. Does this apply to “the intellectuals” also? Oh, yes. . . perfectly, all too perfectly. ^

The fiction absolute is a convincing theory. As long as we are alone in a society, we can accept our role in it and reason that others with more power or money deserve it, according to some theory of what that society values. If another society appears on the horizon however and they appear to be having a better time of it, our contentment is shattered, and we want to murder them or submit to them so we can have the better life.

It’s kind of like the dickhead in traffic this morning who was perfectly content to bobble along at five below the speed limit in the left lane, until I started to pass his fat cell-phone-yammering ass, at which point he floored it so I couldn’t get ahead (note to interested readers: he lost out to a left turner because I could from the right lane see ahead of the SUV that was blocking his vision). He was happy at a slow speed, until he saw someone moving quickly. Relativity in action?

UFOs present the same kind of challenge. We can’t see their home planets, so if they’re here, their technology is superior to ours. Since we explain ourselves as being smart and progressive on the basis of our technology, that means they’re smarter and better organized than us. Basically, if UFOs are real, humanity just got massively one-upped and we can’t be content with what we have anymore. We have to start striving toward something.

Instability comes with our foreign visitors. What if their ways are better? What if we aren’t the pre-eminent force in the universe? What if the universe is like a wild west, and no Cosmic Arbitrator is going to prevent a more advanced species from doing to us what we do to cows, and using us to produce milk or meat? If a UFO landed in Washington, D.C., tomorrow and an alien got out and was verified as an alien, existential panic would shatter humanity.

At least for a few days. After that, it could end up being beneficial, since we no longer could rest in fat lazy contentment that makes us hate ourselves. We’d have a new quest. That can’t be all bad. I still don’t know if UFOs exist, but sometimes I wish for more of these highly credible sightings.

Worship of beauty

Monday, January 14th, 2008

In the fall, John Muir Laws published “The Laws Field Guide to the Sierra Nevada.”

There is also something sweet and obsessive, and marvelously 19th century about the whole enterprise, the idea of a lone amateur, now 41 years old (living in a rented $600 apartment in San Francisco), spending season after season tramping around the mountains, painting mushrooms and moles.

“I’m a beauty junkie,” Laws adds. “And this book was done by somebody who is stunned by the beauty of the world.”^


The world, too much with us, afflicts us with this desire to be functional all the time. We justify vacations and TV because they relax us. It’s refreshing to see someone who just leapt ahead into something he found amazing in nature, and succeeded at it, to boot.

Meta-Social Networking

Monday, January 14th, 2008

A new spin on social networking from a Slashdot user:

I’ve now been meta-social networking on Slashdot for six months, and my meta-friends list runneth over with people who have distinguished themselves with their brains and personalities and knowledge. I’m proud of this list, because when I go through it, I see people who are using their brains to make technology and humanity better. These aren’t the couchbound slackers that make our lives miserable by failing to fix obvious deficiencies. These people represent the kind of people whose company I’d want to seek, the kind of people who bring a sense of hope for humanity.

Here’s that meta-social networking list again. Check ‘em out. I’m proud of them, even if I only know a few of them. ^

An interesting take on an old dilemma of online “avatars” and how well they translate into the real world. I’ve got my shingle out at LinkedIn, FaceBook, Slashdot, MySpace, Amazon and Technorati. Drop me a line sometime!

Telecommuting

Monday, January 7th, 2008

Telecommuting is a win-win for employees and employers, resulting in higher morale and job satisfaction and lower employee stress and turnover. These were among the conclusions of psychologists who examined 20 years of research on flexible work arrangements.^

I was glad to see this article. It’s easier to get a lot of things done outside the office, in a pleasant home surrounding, which is often more natural and less encumbered. Even just taking off a tie seems to raise IQ by seven points.

My only question here is how telecommuting is arranged. Most businesses allocate days of the week for telecommuting, but it makes more sense to do it by project. You figure out the project, meet the people, get the information, and then go home to get some real work done.

Whenever I get nostalgic for consulting, it’s this. I tend to live in places where I’m surrounded by living plants and animals, and sitting at a desk typing away with some good music going can make even the most mundane task a little better.