The information world war

‘This shift from targeting infrastructure to targeting the minds of civilians was predictable. Theorists  like Edward Bernays, Hannah Arendt, and Marshall McLuhan saw it coming decades ago. As early as 1970, McLuhan wrote, in Culture is our Business, “World War III is a guerrilla information war with no division between military and civilian participation.” ‘

That piece was actually part 3 of a 4 part blogchain called “The Feed” on RibbonFarm.

Part Four:

Part Two: 

Part One:

Crowds and Technology

Being better consumers of news on Election Day

If we want journalists to do much better during election coverage–and we do–then we have to do much better as consumers of news. Sharing this guide because what’s right for them is right for us. Either of us fall down, the consequences will be tragic and lasting.

The greatest perception hack of all

Very much starting to appreciate Biden and the effect he’s going to have on the country. 

Kneeling is the least we should be doing about it

The more you know. This is really ugly. As people have been saying for years, we need a new national anthem. This one never cut it.

Who could have seen it coming?

“I was naive,” he said. “I was dumb, you know? I shouldn’t have went. I did; I can’t change that, so I just got to move forward. But sitting here just the past few days, that’s all I keep thinking about. I’m like, Jesus, look at the hell I’m going through, the hell I put everybody through. It ain’t worth it. It wasn’t. It really wasn’t.”

[from Washington Post]

Conservatism consists of exactly one proposition …There must be in-groups whom the law protects but does not bind, alongside out-groups whom the law binds but does not protect.” — Frank Wilhoit

“La Crise de l’homme” redux

‘All I ask is that, in the midst of a murderous world, we agree to reflect on murder and to make a choice. After that, we can distinguish those who accept the consequences of being murderers themselves or the accomplices of murderers, and those who refuse to do so with all their force and being. Since this terrible dividing line does actually exist, it will be a gain if it be clearly marked. Over the expanse of five continents throughout the coming years an endless struggle is going to be pursued between violence and friendly persuasion, a struggle in which, granted, the former has a thousand times the chances of success than that of the latter. But I have always held that, if he who bases his hopes on human nature is a fool, he who gives up in the face of circumstances is a coward. And henceforth, the only honorable course will be to stake everything on a formidable gamble: that words are more powerful than munitions.” — Albert Camus

[from Open Culture]

Avoiding short-term economic detours on the long road to environmental sustainability

Can’t effectively use one problem to solve for another.

“At the same time that immediate job creation is not the only way to assess stimulus, tons of carbon reduced is not the only way to evaluate the climate effect of spending. That is because government spending is not the key driver of decarbonization. While more government spending is surely needed, any such spending will be dwarfed by the over $70 trillion that the International Energy Agency projects will need to be spent in the energy sector over the next two decades in order to meet the Paris climate agreement’s goals.”

[from Foreign Policy]

Life in the panopticon

“Imagine a future where anyone you see wearing glasses could be recording your conversations with “always on” microphones and cameras, updating the map of where you are in precise detail and real-time. In this dystopia, the possibility of being recorded looms over every walk in the park, every conversation in a bar, and indeed, everything you do near other people.”

[from the EFF]

 

“We know how to bring the economy back to life. What we do not know is how to bring people back to life.” -Ghana President Nana Akufo-Addo

Limits of competence

Institution after institution, the fascists have gutted trust, faith, and competence for their own personal and criminal gain.

[from ProPublica]

Reshaping the American information environment via Russian cyberattack

A well-known intelligence analyst asks a ridiculously simple question: has Russia diverted us with one threat, when the real threat will come from another direction?

“Understanding — or at least learning to identify — the Kremlin’s behavior requires developing a kind of pattern recognition that is cultivated by studying (or living through) past cases and examples. In this last decade or so, I’ve been on the frontlines in multiple countries that were being intensely targeted by the Kremlin, and I’ve had too many opportunities to learn from what we missed until it was too late. It’s a horrible way to learn. The cost is high. It impacts the lives and freedom and security of entire nations. (America is learning a bit about this now, in real time, though we still enjoy long bouts of make-believe about how none of it has really effected us, or really the problem has been us all along, or something.)

It isn’t so much that there is a specific Kremlin “playbook” for certain events, or a checklist of steps they go down when trying to disrupt or subvert target countries. It’s more that there are categories of things that they try, and different kinds of options that they prepare. In a serious campaign, there’s never just one line of effort, reliant on only one side or one main set of actors who are aware of all the parts, or even fully aware of their own. There will be parallel initiatives in different spaces, often quite modest seeming, sometimes integrated with each other or connected by common personalities or financing or infrastructure, but just as often insulated from each other but working toward the same objectives, usually from many sides of a major issue.”

“…Russian information operations were a factor in a radically reshaped American information environment that became the context of how voters made decisions, how they decided to vote or not, and ultimately, how the outcomes Russia was working toward were achieved. This truth is inescapable.”

 

We think we know but do we really

White people want to see some first hand reactions, try wearing a Black Lives Matter branded theme around a mostly white town, see what comes back at you.  If we can’t walk that walk, we shouldn’t talk that talk. Please say it out loud and be clear as you take it into the real world. 

Back to school

Very excited to enroll in the online version of Michael Sandel’s “Justice” moral philosophy course at Harvard. This may be the first course of this type I’ve taken since I left college, and after watching the first lecture and participating in the activities, I feel energized in ways I haven’t been for decades. Some of those dusty old books will be coming down from the shelves. Why do we think it’s okay to stop learning in group environments when we leave school?

The tyranny of merit

Needs to be a counter to “the ethic of total retaliation.” about which I post regularly, and maybe Michael Sandel is onto something here, that we could move away, step by step, from the language and concepts and principles and reinforcement of meritocracy. Bit of a communitarianism update from Jean-Jacques Rousseau for the modern age, where progressives could better walk their talk. Very interesting discussion. The analysis about the election near the end is devastating–for Democrats.

[from The New Yorker]

 

Social media without a mask

We’re far past the moment when we can just point to the people who are doing it. They couldn’t be doing it without their base, so we’re also far past the moment when we should hold the supporters accountable too.

I’ve screened my friendships best I can for racists and fascists–there’s a line that’s unforgivable to cross, and I won’t be associated in any way with those people, no matter who they are, no matter how long I’ve known them. I still have friends who have conservative values, who argue against government spending, who are climate deniers, who value their religious beliefs over a woman’s right to choose, but hey, they are not racists and fascists that I know of. Bring the discussion points, and if you have them, the votes. I held the others accountable and took personal responsibility for what’s around me and banished them: dropkicked them to fuckin’ Mars, as a former CEO of a company I used to work for liked to say.

The problem is that there are a lot of those kinds of people still appearing on my social media timelines front and center in the comments of friends who haven’t done the same. It’s a problem because social media is nothing but a network effect–it’s amplification and repetition and oxygen and agency and platform for information and for misinformation, for truth and for lies, for love and for hate, and for people who truly support the democratic republic that is our country and for the fascists and racists who are trying to bring us down to becoming an authoritarian regime. I started blocking those friends of friends, pulled back from it to see if it was maybe me instead of them, and now that I see the effect again, I’m going back to the block button. Was a whole lot happier when I didn’t see what was under the rock.

Here’s one example of why: high school friend, has always been on the right, even the extreme right, but most people I know from high school are still friends with him here because we all grew up together. He’s the kind of guy that shows up immediately on Facebook posts to argue; if you post “hope,” he comes on and says “well what about…” and the conversation immediately changes to the extreme right topic he’s pushing rather than hope. And my friends allow this because, sometimes, they enjoy the quixotic fight to change his mind (they never will), but mostly because they don’t know how far back into the sewer this guy is reaching for his views.

In this case, we only have to look at his Twitter account to see that he follows the most vile racists, fascists and authoritarians available on digital media, and that even his own account is considered toxic by independent services like BotSentinel (see below) that measure for extreme behaviors. So the bottom line is that this guy is a conduit for the worst political and social positions in the world–neo-Nazi organizations, white supremacist organizations, insurgent militias openly calling for civil war–directly to the timelines of my friends who would never consider associating with a person from those groups. Follow the rabbit hole and it gets even worse than what I have described here, all the way back to the Russian military intelligence troll farms that produce the ideas and the content to begin with. He gets a pass though because he often says stuff with an innocent smile and after all, the’s just the guy from town we grew up with.

This has a incredibly corrosive effect on people and their opinions, and further, turns everyone who allows this on their wall to be a megaphone for ideas they would never allow or subscribe to. My friends who still tolerate this from their friends may say that it has no effect on them, and maybe it doesn’t; but one thing I know about social media is, you never know who else is reading silently in the background, and what effect it has on them. Sometimes you only have to follow the ‘share’ path to see how far it goes.

I see this over and over and over again…another friend who allows pandemic misinformation from an executive in the healthcare industry who is likely profiteering off of the government’s inadequate response, plus someone who is clearly in the KKK, both in the same comment thread in the same post. It’s all over the place and it’s very sad that while we bemoan the spread of extremist ideas, we won’t do the very sane and simple things we need to do to stop it. Honestly it’s no different than refusing to put on a mask.

So, I’m back to the block button, level 1, when I see those people pop up in the comments. And in some cases, it may come to a broader unfollow button as well. Step by step until it’s done, because this cannot stand.

The road not taken across the digital divide

Excellent and thoughtful piece on the mistakes we made in 1994. We all talked about and knew the choices, and as usual, money won out. Honestly, what has happened since is simply disgusting and we’re paying a heavy price now.  Parents and teachers should be raising holy hell.

[from Medium OneZero]

Empathy returns fire

Very interesting thinking about how we’ve arrived at this uncaring, un-empathetic time influenced heavily by what is now practiced as an uncaring, un-empathetic religious movement. Responding with caring and empathy only reinforces the damage.
White progressives thus face the same empathy trap today that they did during the Civil Rights era: without understanding that empathy includes prophetic resistance to harm, the liberal Protestant adage supposedly coined by John Watson to “be kind, for every person you meet is fighting a hard battle” becomes the perfect nihilistic ammunition to destroy all ethical responsibility at the altar of political expediency.
This paradoxically means that the costliest political behavior required of white Protestants right now is to disavow the desire to be seen by others as empathetic. While empathy remains a powerful tool, it becomes nothing more than justification for white civility if it is not used as spiritual fuel for protecting one’s vulnerable neighbors. To relinquish solidarity with oppressed Black, Brown, and Indigenous people because of bad-faith political accusations of incivility would be the true end of empathy.

 

“Falsehood flies, and truth comes limping after it”

Important and necessary read in our age, outstanding in every way. Will make you smarter, and a better citizen, immediately.

tl;dr: these are just the headlines.

• Recognize that bullshitters are different from liars, and be alert for both.
• Upon encountering a piece of information, in any form, ask, “Who is telling me this? How does he or she know it? What is he or she trying to sell me?”
• Remember that if a data-based claim seems too good to be true, it probably is.
• Use Enrico Fermi’s guesstimation techniques to check the plausibility of data-based claims.
• Watch out for unfair comparisons.
• Remember that correlation doesn’t imply causation.
• Beware of Big Data hubris.
• Know that machines can be racist (or sexist, or otherwise prejudiced).

And last, the finishing note:

• Mind the Bullshit Asymmetry Principle: the amount of energy needed to refute bullshit is an order of magnitude bigger than that needed to produce it.

[from The New Yorker]

Asymmetrical misinformation warfare

This is some pretty dense reading, but it clearly outlines some staggering differences in online information behaviors between left- and right-wing audiences.

  • right-wingers keep searching for news items until they find something that supports their point of view, regardless of the legitimacy of the source
  • right-wingers purposely game the system–cheap algorthim tricks and sophistcated bots–to amplify those sources far beyond real human behavior
  • this leads not only to right wing news operations like FoxNews to act as aggregators of manipulated content, but also draws legitimate news organizations into promoting right-leaning content
  • much of the original content is generated or introduced in narrow alt-tech right-wing communities like Parler and 4chan, carefully out of sight of moderating influences and where it’s honed for wider distribution.

It’s all in bad faith. People are not being gullible or stupid. They’re going out of their way to cheat and lie and spread hate.

[from Science magazine]

Re-establishing a trailhead to environmental justice

We started watching Ken Burns’ documentary on the National Parks and of course ran right into John Muir, the person who did more than anyone else to start the movement towards the creation of “our best idea,” the national parks; was the founder of the Sierra Club; and, it turns out, was a bigoted racist. Very interesting to see how directly and honestly the contemporary custodians deal with the racist foundations of their organization.

‘ The whiteness and privilege of our early membership fed into a very dangerous idea — one that’s still circulating today. It’s the idea that exploring, enjoying, and protecting the outdoors can be separated from human affairs. Such willful ignorance is what allows some people to shut their eyes to the reality that the wild places we love are also the ancestral homelands of Native peoples, forced off their lands in the decades or centuries before they became national parks. It allows them to overlook, too, the fact that only people insulated from systemic racism and brutality can afford to focus solely on preserving wilderness. Black communities, Indigenous communities, and communities of color continue to endure the traumatic burden of fighting for their right to a healthy environment while simultaneously fighting for freedom from discrimination and police violence.

The persistence of this misguided idea is part of the reason why we still get comments from our own members telling us to “stay in our lane,” and stop talking about issues of race, equity, and privilege. But as writer Julian Brave NoiseCat says, “The environment is no longer a white sanctuary. The messy business of society, power, and race is everywhere and intertwined.” ‘

 

Collaborators

“People who perceive themselves as part of the natural ruling class.”

Collaborators are not only judged. With the judgment comes backlash and personal penalty.

Long and excellent article, inescapable conclusions. Have been saying this all along. History echoes.

[from The Atlantic]

The final daily duck report.

So sorry to say that it looks like the saga of Oregano the Duck, at this establishment at least, has come to an end. Looks like she changed venues for Season 3: after building her nest a week ago, she hasn’t returned, and protocol says she should have started laying eggs in one to three days. No sign of her at all. Maybe there was just too much activity on the balconies and in the drive for her liking. Maybe it was just time to find another place. For those who were new to the story this year, apologies…we thought she was back. We’ll leave you with this photo of chicks hatching from last year, and you can always take a look at Seasons 1 and 2 at hashtag #oreganotheduck on Instagram—hit the recent tab. This is the last daily duck report. Oregano out. 

Daily duck report, Saturday 11 April

Still no eggs four days after she prepared her nest, and haven’t seen or heard her in two days. Getting a little concerned that she may have changed venues. Or maybe nature is just taking its time. Or maybe she’s looking for a new boyfriend.

Will post again when there are eggs…if this goes on another few days, we’ll have to assume she’s moved away.

Daily Duck Report, Wednesday 8 April

Quacking from the roof at 6:30am, but no eggs today. If she follows last year’s pattern, the first egg will be tomorrow, starting 12 or so consecutive days of eggs with maybe one day off in the middle, then 4 weeks to brood and hatch.

She’s back. Season 3 begins.

Right on time, she’s back for Season 3–-same exact day as last year. Heard her announce her arrival very early this morning. By the time I went to track her down she had already left, but not before preparing her nest. Should have eggs in a day or two. She’ll need to social distance from the dog this year.

Keep Your Distance

If I cross your path again,
Who knows where,
Who knows when
On some morning without number,
On some highway without end
Don’t grasp my hand and say
“Fate has brought you here today”
Oh fate is only fooling with us, friend
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance
When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall
Keep your distance, keep your distance
Ah with us it must be all or none at all
It’s a desperate game we play,
Throw our souls, our lives, away
Wounds that can’t be mended
And debts that can’t be paid
Oh I played and I got stung
Now I’m biting back my tongue
I’m sweeping out
The footprints where I strayed
Keep your distance, keep your distance
When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance
With us it must be all or none at all
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance
When I feel you close to me what can I do but fall
Keep your distance, oh keep your distance
With us it must be all or none at all
With us it must be all or none at all
With us it must be all or none at all

 

Studio version from Buddy and Julie Miller

 

Live acoustic version from Buddy Miller and Shawn Colvin

 

Another acoustic version from the songwriter, Richard Thompson

The midst of dystopia

Brilliant perspective from someone inside Italy’s hot zone.

“I’ve been telling people my age that we have to let my parents’ generation go. I say that since these people never relinquished their power, we feel like their tragedy is our tragedy. We’re not an independent generation, I declare emphatically. My pep talk resonates well with my receptive and lonely audience of me and me alone. My anguish lifts. I think to myself that these people—these parents—are even cool. They’ve decided that they’re willing to risk being killed in order to avoid being lame. I don’t know if that pun works, but I’m asking you to be generous during this difficult time.”

[from n+1]

What white America always wanted all along

“There have always been the Nativists, the Know-Nothings, the Klan, the John Birchers, the Knights of the Golden Circle, the Tea Party, the Proud Boys. All the believers in manifest destiny, and the white man’s burden, and a thousand conspiracy theories, going all the way back to Jamestown and Plymouth Colony.

It’s true enough that most white conservatives are not monsters, and that some of them are not bigots—though they have demonstrated no unease whatsoever with the bigotry of their leaders. It’s true that we should go on trying to persuade them, with restraint and respect. Contrary to what every columnist in the country seems to believe, no one I know lives in a “blue bubble.” We have right-wing acquaintances, relatives, even friends, and we listen to what they have to say.

But it’s important to understand that they have been voting the way they have for decades not out of despair or bruised feelings but to get what they want. It does no good to pretend otherwise. A people can be corrupted as well as a man, and our people can be corrupted as much as any other people. Red America is responsible for most of their own problems—and ours—thanks to the policies and the candidates they have supported for decades. But rather than acknowledge any of that they have simply doubled down, foisting upon us this wretched, hollow man, this constant liar who vulgarizes all he touches, who smears and mocks, and who sells himself at every turn, even to foreign dictators. The people, yes—they did this.”

[from Harper’s]

The Parting Glass

Lovely version of a Celtic ballad by the incomparable Rosanne Cash.

[from Public Radio International (PRI)]

Soft reboot

Runners love to say, with equal measure of pride and defiance and self-motivating courage, “there may come a day when I can’t do this any more, but today is not that day.” Truth is, as much as we like to think of it as far off in some hidden future, none of us really know when that day will come, until suddenly, without warning, it’s here. Almost. Maybe.

Two Sundays ago, at the Surf City marathon weekend in Huntington Beach, California, I ran the best age-graded half marathon of the 27 I’ve done since I moved up to the distance in 2010. Last Sunday I was hooked up to half the medical machinery known to humanity in the emergency room at Lake Forest Hospital, beginning a sequence that led to my heart being shocked back into submission on Tuesday.

This Sunday, today, after my soft reboot, before I attempt to put on my running shoes later this week and set out again, I’m sitting here re-assessing hopes and goals and mission and meaning not only for this race season, but all the way to an end that has become all too visible over the horizon.

What got me here was not overreaching at my race, or poor nutrition choices over the decades, or some undiagnosed congenital heart condition, or even the unexploded ordnance of all the bad things I did to my body during my extended youth. I was waylaid by the common seasonal flu, a relatively mild case because like a responsible adult and citizen, I had gotten my flu shot this year as I do every year. This year, though, either the virus or the coughing sent my heart spiraling into an atrial flutter, where the lower chambers keep the proper rhythm, but an upper chamber does whatever the hell kind of freeform dance it wants to do whenever it wants to, kind of like Left Shark on crystal meth.

At first I had thought I was suffering from a simple case of dehydration, because my canary in the coal mine, my lower back, was radiating with burning pain. But even after re-hydrating and ingesting an armful of gels, sports beans, and salty snacks, I could feel something was still wrong—my heart seemed to be going too fast, confirmed by pulling on my heart rate monitor which indicated I was in zone 4, a threshold run, even though I was laying quietly on the couch.

My doctor’s service recommended I not worry too much about it and sleep on it and see what it was like in the morning. While Mary was driving me to the hospital my expectation was that they would hook me up with an IV, slap my bottom and send me on my way. After a few tests and an EKG, no no no said the ER doctor, you’re staying the night.

And doctor by doctor, nurse by nurse, tech by tech, test by test, it played out from there. Even if you don’t let yourself be afraid, you can see it in the faces of the people around you. They can hide the fear but not the concern. Common enough condition, and a safe standard procedure, they all said. We see it all the time. You’ll be fine. Easy to say when it’s not happening to you, when as the hours pass you’re starting to understand how and why people enter the hospital and never leave, or if they do leave, they give up entirely to somebody else’s care, they sit on the couch and don’t get up again.

Through it all, and to everyone who would listen, I asked, or more simply let it be known: please, however this turns out, please let me be able to run again.

Everything was fine, in the end. Solid echocardiogram (no heart disease), clean transesophageal (no blood clots), and a successful cardioversion (where they shoot electrical currents to your heart to bring it back in line) worked on the first try. The feeling of being broken is passing relatively quickly. I’m gradually getting used to the adjustment in blood pressure medication that came with the introduction of channel blockers to lessen the likelihood of this happening again, along with a couple of other minor issues that will disappear in a week or two. The good news for the days to come is, solid heart, clear lungs, no unexploded ordnance after all. So as usual, what remains is all in my head. And here’s what my head is saying:

Twenty-one Septembers. Twelve racing seasons. Two marathons. These are all finite numbers, and because they are, time now takes on a much different meaning for me than chip time or personal records or race pace. Ten thousand kisses. A hundred more times to visit with one of your children. A few dozen sunrises over one ocean, a few dozen sunsets over another. More finite numbers.

More important than when do we cross the finish line, or how fast do we go, the real questions are, how do we get to the start line, and what and who do we bring with us. Resurrection and redemption are powerful concepts and I don’t mean to overdramatize, but they are very much on my mind—what can you make of yet another chance, can you embrace the changes that, in the immortal words of Warren Zevon, will allow you to “enjoy every sandwich.”

Or, more directly, who do you love most, who do you need most, and are you willing to take their hand every day—every single day—and let the love radiate from that connection, not as some effusive but ephemeral force dissolving into the universe, but as a focused intentional sharing with everyone around you.

So yeah, I may still have a time goal or two, but those are secondary goals now, far down the list. Love for the sport, love for the people who share the road with me, love for every day and every gift that brings my heart rate up—I’ve known in recent years on some level that this is the way, and now I know for sure how important it is not to allow a single moment of it to pass without saying it out loud.

Run free. Breathe deep. Finish strong. That mantra will never leave me, one reason why it’s tattooed on my arm. My next tattoo? An imperfect but strong and grateful heart, shocked back into life, finding and spreading love, counting down until the end. I’m cleared to go. Can’t wait to see you all back out there.

 

First race of the season–Surf City USA Half Marathon–hit my first goal of the year: age-graded PR for half marathon (old PR stood for five years). Real time was 2:02:36 which will impress no one, but at my age that translates to 1:36:24 which at least gets me smiling a little. Close to hitting the stretch goal of getting back under two hours, with three more half on the schedule this year. The other major goal of an age-graded PR for 10 miles is well within reach too. Let’s see what some speed work can do this spring.

The surveillance network on your door

Companies you may have no relationship with can receive information about you and your guests from the camera on the doorbell on your front door. This is in addition to the ability for law enforcement to access your video and employ facial recognition software without your permission (see earlier posts, Feeding the surveillance state from your doorstep, and Ring cameras part 2).

“Facebook, via its Graph API, is alerted when the app is opened and upon device actions such as app deactivation after screen lock due to inactivity. Information delivered to Facebook (even if you don’t have a Facebook account) includes time zone, device model, language preferences, screen resolution, and a unique identifier (anon_id), which persists even when you reset the OS-level advertiser ID.”

[from the EFF]

“This isn’t the Internet people signed up for.”

Amnesty International makes surveillance capitalism a human rights issue. Download the pdf report.

“We let the music make them dance.”

Excellent update to her amazing book. She is absolutely correct on all of this.

‘Data scientists describe this as the shift from monitoring to actuation, in which a critical mass of knowledge about a machine system enables the remote control of that system. Now people have become targets for remote control, as surveillance capitalists discovered that the most predictive data come from intervening in behavior to tune, herd and modify action in the direction of commercial objectives. This third imperative, “economies of action,” has become an arena of intense experimentation. “We are learning how to write the music,” one scientist said, “and then we let the music make them dance.”.’

[from the New York Times]

Blacklist

You could quibble with the order a bit, but they’ve pretty much got it right.

[from Slate]

Intimidation by gun *was designed to be* the violence

Totalitarian states are mostly peaceful and well-behaved too. This excellent article reminds us that gun violence can take many forms, including forms that can be passed off as benign. 

“With the streets largely cleared of contrary viewpoints, reporters sopped up simplistic talking points from pro-gun ralliers, then effectively congratulated them for not killing anyone. They then constructed a vague notion of peace—one uncomplicated by trauma or intimidation—and gawked at it. “

[from the Columbia Journalism Review]

 

Belle de Jour

Happily subscribed to the Criterion Collection’s streaming Criterion Channel. First week watched Federico Fellini’s Amarcord, which I hadn’t seen since it came out in 1973. And tonight, don’t know how I never saw it, Luis Bunuel’s Belle de Jour (1967) with Catherine Deneuve. Netflix-HBO-Prime-DisneyPlus are all fine, but you just can’t find essential, classic world cinema like this anywhere else.

Qui est le voyeur?

Long, revealing read. 

“If you’re me, scrolling through Instagram, you’re the confidant being whispered to by a face shot from under the chin. You’re the recipient of a holiday card from a family in matching turtlenecks. You’re the magazine subscriber flipping through editorials. You’re the woman standing in front of the screen miming the aerobic movements of your instructor. You’re the mother, adult height, looking down at her child. You’re the lunch companion peering across the table. You’re the customer browsing for deals. You’re the scholar sifting through archives. You’re the fan admiring Beyoncé. You’re the mirror, reflecting the image of the photographer. You’re the photographer, seeing through her eyes. You’re the phone.

Or you’re the voyeur at the window, trying to get a closer lookin which case the villain who enters your private space, not through the window but through the front door, is the ads.”

[from n+1]

John Akomfrah’s Vertigo Sea

Was having dinner with my daughter at Marisol at MCA Chicago last week and got there a little early, enough time to wander into the Water After All exhibit with John Akomfrah’s Vertigo Sea three-screen documentary as the centerpiece. Absolutely stunning. Could only stay for 20 of the 40 minutes, and will make a point to return for the whole thing before the exhibit ends on June 14th.

From an interview with Tate in 2015, the year he produced Vertigo Sea:

“The question of why history matters is connected to why the non-fictive or non-fictions matter. ‘Cause you could tell…and I’m using the two phrases here in metaphoric terms…you know you could tell when a surplus of fiction got into the mix.

You know, so, one of the reasons why um, uh, I was compelled in a way to make Vertigo Sea is because, you know, you’re sitting there, listening to someone referring to quote unquote migrants as cockroaches. And you think, okay, what’s going on here.

How do people migrate from being human beings to cockroaches. What do you have to forget, what’s the process of amnesia that allows the kinds of forgetting that builds into hierarchies in which there are beings and non-beings.”

 

You can run but you can’t hide. Neither can your family or friends.

“Yeah, I know Facebook is evil, but I stay on anyway to share and see pictures of everyone’s kids and stuff.”

Might want to check out who Peter Thiel is, his politics, who he hangs out with, and what he’s been up to.

[from The New York Times]

Austin 2001 – 2020

2001 is when I first started to travel there on business. Was last there in 2016, and someday soon need to round out a hat trick on the Austin Statesman Cap10k. The slider in the photos in the link show how incredibly the city has changed in 20 years. 

These photos are taken from the top of the hill on South Congress–you can see the Allens Boots sign on the left in the 2020 shot.

[from Austin Statesman-American]

All about the rest days

“Injury risk, in this view, comes from changes in your training load, rather than, say, the angle of your knee.”

[from Outside]

 

Also, interesting article that preceded this one, although with a horrible title:

Get the cosmic popcorn ready

The most spectacular show of our lifetimes…if it happens in our lifetimes. Or sometime in the next million years.

“It takes light from this star about 600 years to reach us, meaning that we’re actually observing the star as it was 600 years ago. If we do see it detonate in our sky any time soon, that means the star actually blew up sometime during the European Middle Ages, and light from the blast is just reaching Earth.”

[from National Geographic]

Taking down the cult of historical amnesia

“For all the damage inflicted since Inauguration Day 2017, America is still standing, a majority of Americans disapprove of Trump, and the laws of gravity, if not those of the nation, remain in full force. Moral gravity may well reassert its pull, too, with time. Rather than being the end of American history as we know it, the Trump presidency may prove merely a notorious chapter in that history. Heedless lapdogs like Kennedy, Devin Nunes, and Lindsey Graham are acting now as if there is no tomorrow, but tomorrow will come eventually, whatever happens in the near future, and Judgment Day could arrive sooner than they think.”

[from New York Magazine]

The mechanics of surveillance capitalism

Outstanding report on how surveillance capitalism tracks you online, on your phone, and in the real physical world. Some of this may be a little technical for non-industry people; worth a read anyway, because most of it is understandable in plain language.

[from the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF)]

WT.social

If you’re someone I’ve homesteaded with for a long time, and you don’t have access to WT.social yet but would like to try it out during the alpha stage, please let me know and I’ll send you an invite. Still fewer than 500,000 users as of this post.