Monday, December 08, 2008

Notes on Digital Resistance: Explorations in Tactical Media by Critical Art Ensemble

I bought this book at Blue Stockings on a night when Jovan asked me to tag along to an author's speech. We were terribly late and all the chairs were full so we mulled around looking at books while ease dropping on the speech.

Then we sat by the window and I bought two books, the one discussed here and Digitizing Race by Lisa Nakamura. While we were sitting a gal came over to talk to another gal that had been sitting next to Jovan. While I went out to smoke she nervously re-arranged my books. Then she got up and squeezed in next to Jovan and began holding the gal who had been sitting. In effect Jovan was forced into their foreplay because the seat wasn't big enough for three people to sit without significant bodily contact.

After the bookstore we went to the Sugar Cafe on 200 Allen Street. We each got a hot drink and a sweet treat. Then placed a second order for eggs and hash browns when we saw how good the French couple to my left side's meal looked. We half read and half eased dropped while we waited. Two Korean investment brokers sat on my right, discussing the inadequacies of their managers ('those who can't do manage'), forming a secret 'you help me I'll help you pact' and discussing church. They both wore beautiful striped shirts that fit their athletic physiques well. The man sitting across from me had pink strips in his shirt. Two brothers sat across from me behind Jovan, playing some type of air hockey game on the one brother's iphone. I remember deciding they were brothers because they were too different to be close friends and they had a similar look about them, though different builds. They were both wearing black, but the one brother was markedly punk/rock and the other dopey publisher lackey.

On to the book . . .

Chapter Two: The Mythology of Terrorism on the Net

"What we are witnessing at this point in time is the triumph of representation over being."

The chapter argues that the reason why there such strong socio-political objection to electronic forms of civil disobedience is because our digital selves, the representations of ourselves that exist in databases belonging to the state, governments and industry have become more important to us than our physical selves. That what a computer says about us is more important (to our survival? well being?) than what we say about ourselves in the physical world.

Though the chapter does not talk about this it reminds me of a point a speaker made at a NYU panel discussion on torture last winter. The speaker said that the problem with the proliferation of photo/video/audio documentation and activism is that the long history of a person reporting torture and being believed at their word is threatened. Now one must have proof to be taken seriously. The example of the man who was electrocuted to death by Canadian airport security guards was used as an example. It became a national news item only after an amateur video of the stun-gunning surfaced, three weeks after the man's death.

Because of authoritarian control of digital information, and the potential ramifications of civilly disobedient actions that might aim at erasing personal information:

"One could become a social "ghost" - so to speak sean and heard, but not recognized as real."

This is because:

"Now the perception exists that the absence of electronic information equals death."

"If the the virtual functions and is perceived as a superior form of being, it becomes a monstrous mechanism of control for the class that regulates access to it and mobility within it."

The chapter ends by discussing sovereignty (the right to self rule):

"If we lose the right to protest in cyberspace in an era of information capital, we have lost the greater part of our individual sovereignty."

Key Words:
Doppleganger from Wikipedia:
In the vernacular, "Doppelgänger" has come to refer (as in German) to any double or look-alike of a person. The word is also used to describe the sensation of having glimpsed oneself in peripheral vision, in a position where there is no chance that it could have been a reflection. They are generally regarded as harbingers of bad luck. In some traditions, a doppelgänger seen by a person's friends or relatives portends illness or danger, while seeing one's own doppelgänger is an omen of death. In Norse mythology, a vardøger is a ghostly double who precedes a living person and is seen performing their actions in advance.

Chapter Three: The Promissory of Biotechnology in the Public Shpere

"While the promises made about technology are many and appear in various permutations, they tend to fall into four main categories - democracy, liberty, efficiency, and progress." "Taken together, a working definition of progress emerges that means nothing more than the expansion of capital, but represents itself as advancement of the common good." Judith Butler: "Gender is a category of becoming rather than being." "Now that DNA can be replicated and spliced at will, the concept of the individual (or any living thing) as a temporary set of organic relations could become an operational norm."

Key Words
Fin de Siecle:

was a cultural movement between 1880 and the beginning of World War I. [1] The term commonly encompasses both the closing and onset of an era, as it was felt to be a period of degeneration, but at the same time a period of hope for a new beginning. [2] Traditionally, “fin de siècle” is most commonly associated with French artists, especially the French symbolists, and was affected by the cultural awareness characteristic of France at that time. However, the expression is also used to refer to a European-wide cultural movement. [3] The ideas and concerns of the fin de siècle influenced the decades to follow and played an important role in the birth of modernism. [4]

Gadflies
is a term for people who upset the status quo by posing upsetting or novel questions, or just being an irritant.

The term "gadfly" (Gk. muopa)[1] was used by Plato in the Apology[2] to describe Socrates' relationship of uncomfortable goad to the Athenian political scene, which he compared to a slow and dimwitted horse. The Bible also references the gadfly in terms of political influence; The Book of Jeremiah (46:20, Darby Bible) states "Egypt is a very fair heifer; the gad-fly cometh, it cometh from the north." The term has been used to describe many politicians and social commentators; in modern Hebrew, which knows many more idioms than those used by Jeremiah, gadfly is "mekhapes pagam" literally "fault finder".

Arboreal (not sure why this word was used in the context it was)
is a word meaning "related to or resembling trees". Its meaning comes from the Latin arbor, meaning tree.

Chapter Four: Observations on Collective Cultural Action

Step up, step back:
"CAE follows Foucault's principle that hierarchical power can be productive (it does not necessarily lead to domination), and hence uses a floating hierarchy to produce projects."

Cells are 3 to 8 people.

"Collective action requires total commitment to other members, and is a frightening thought for many individuals. Certainly, collective practice is not for everyone."

On the use of terms like 'the gay community' or the 'black community'
"The word community in this case is only meaningful as a euphemism for the word 'minority.'"

Chapter Six: Contestational Robotics

I hardly underlined anything in this chapter, but I think I may have lost my pen. It was an exciting chapter. It begins with:

"Since the modern notion of public space has been increasingly recognized as a bourgeois fantasy that was dead on arrival at its inception in the 19th century, an urgent need has emerged for continuous development of tactics to reestablish a means of expression and a space of temporary autonomy within the realm of the social." Esp. considering increased surveillance and pervasive police mechanisms.

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The Turkey Day Book List 08/09

A list of books, short stories, poems and chapters I have read since Tday, 2008:

Novels
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

Short Stories
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, David Sedaris (2nd Read)
When You Are Engulfed in Flames, David Sedaris
The Life and Lonely Death of Noah Pierce, Ashley Gilbertson
in the Virginia Quarterly Review

Poetry
The Fact of a Doorframe, Adrienne Rich
The Dead Fly, Ted Kooser

Nonfiction
The Portable MFA in Creative Writing, The New York Writers Workshop
Digital Resistance, Critical Art Ensemble
Making Things Talk, Make Magazine
Digitizing Race, Lisa Nakamura
The Anti-Aesthetic, Edited by Hal Foster

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Forewarning

I am taking this blog back over as my personal journaling site.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

One Eyed Beggar Lady

I came home and washed my hands
The next day I saw her again
White bandage gleaming
In the cruel light
Two men had her cornered
I gave her a look from the stop light
A universal offer
But my meesely change from the day before
Couldn't compete with her homeless sex code
I can still feel her rough hand
The one I dropped my change into
Scabbed over with sores
Like her eye
I have seen her change her bandage
And splash alcohol on it
Outside the liquor store
Down the street
After touching that hand
I washed my hands
I didn't want what she had
None of it, and that made me feel
Bad

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Unravelling

I used to imagine my life was a string
of accomplishments I kept in a box.
The papers and photographs, knots,
leading my someday children to and fro
through my life in words and images.
Now I see I am a mess of ropes,
each one entangled in a hopeless ball
with the others, waiting for me
to come and tease them all apart
when i grow too old or weary to braid
more.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Vent

Okay. I feel it is important that I say this. I cannot currently afford psychotherapy, nor do I have very many (or any) close friends in close proximity to my current home. I use this blog space, and really writing in general, as a way to vent ideas and emotions.

Please do not confuse me for my blog. This is just where I purge my undesireable ideas and emotions so that they don't creep out in my actual human interactions. If you WANT to know the stuff I don't say out loud - keep reading.

Friday, June 09, 2006

My Obituary?

In Loving Memory of
BILLY KEEFE

1921-2003
Billy passed away on May 22nd 2003
He played on the left wing
and was known to have one of the
best left foots in his day.

He played for Birmingham City Colts, Moor Green, Halesowen, Hednesford and Warstock

He supported the "Blues" right to the end
R.I.P.

Sour Cherries

Sucking maggot slime out of satan's rotten, blood-stained eye

Water's Edge (version 2)

Pattern is bird feet in mud.

No, pattern is finding bird feet in mud.
Pattern is looking at mud for bird feet.
Pattern is no longer seeing mud, only bird feet.

Oh, that I have lived this long
and never seen the bird do its mud dance,
though I have watched the mud stage
from across the river and atop the hill
from distances beyong the fear of shy bird
Only to have seen a single bird, or maybe two
Shyly sneak to the dancing place
To scuttle out to the water's edge
Sense the world watching her
and scuttle back into the tall grass

Oh, that I have lived this long
and never seen the bird
do it's secret mud dance,
that is pattern.

Wolfe Park (version one)

I am 27 years old.
There is a pattern we follow.
I drive us to the creek.
We walk the trail together.
Each step becoming less and less us
and more water, water, mirra! mirra!
bird, tree, squirrel, air,
until, finally, we reach

creek bed

and
jump, splash, dive bite, tear run leap hop paddle, claw
did I say jump yet, jump jump jump

You let your sharper nature unravel it's pent-up tentacles
into every mouse hole, birds nest, trail head, eddy, hollow,
paper cup, cigarette butt, discarded condom, compass point

Pushing the boundaries of our mutual affection, once limited to touch
which now is limited to sight, but perhaps, too soon, whistle
come back, I am right behind you

And

In my younger days I too would have run this creek bed up stream
but now I simply must stop to divine meaning from the shape of mud and rock
We will both cross this pair of felled tree limbs
You, under the first, then I over it
You, over the second, and I under it (on hands and knees!)
Because I must to get to the other side,
Because you must to be young and alive.

Woman of Color

Is there such a thing
As a woman without color
Would she be black
And white

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Thinking Space

I remember us watching that movie about dying lovers
And us both being moved by the question:
When did we become the same person?
But for different reasons.

I did not know at the time that
evermore
every thought that came to my mind
would bear your name
and your name would hold open the gate
to the emptiness your body left behind
in my soul

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Holy Fucking Shit Balls!

I found a pup. It was born in Texas, this week. Here are pictures of her parents:

Papa


Mama

I spy (aka birthday present ideas)

I am planning a Peeping Tom web project. I want to install 10-20 motion sensing pinhole spy cams in my house. Current definite locations include: the ceiling over my bed, both toilets, the shower, the bathroom mirror, the front and back doors (my mom suggested these), one near the computer with a clear shot of the keyboard so that I could steal my own passwords (some people call this remembering), one wide shot of each room (kitchen, little bathroom, big bathroom, living room, dining room, hall, tv room, mom's bedroom, my bedroom).

What are the implications on spying on one's self? Also, it would be interesting to have a programming friend of mine write some type of algorithm that breaks down how much time I spend in each place, how frequently I am naked, how often I talk to myself, pace, pick my nose, etc.

Would I all of a sudden appear sexy to people if they thought they were spying on me? Is spying different when you know you are being watched? Would I show-off for the cameras?

So, if you are looking for a quick and easy gift to send for my birthday why not but a few of these babies in your shopping cart and send them my way?

Friday, March 03, 2006

Bridget Kennedy's House (Version One)

She found me on the front steps
I did not tell her what had gone wrong
I simply asked if I could call my mom

When you picked me up
we drove home in my tough guy silence
which always betrayed my lack of toughness

In our low rent apartment building
I collapsed on your bed dejected
a stranger in my own life

and you told me it was time I started acting more like a girl