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An Aside On Economics And Culture

Just occurred to me as I was making some coffee at noon -- I got up at noon this Monday, and why not? -- that not so long ago sugar was a major part of the commercial engine driving Western expansion into the rest of the world. Now it's so common you can buy five pounds of white sugar (once the most prized variety) for the same price as a loaf of moderately-expensive bread, and we have a national epidemic of childhood obesity because high-calorie sweeteners are added to so many things that remain so cheap, many of which are sold in our schools.

In the heyday of colonialism, people were enslaved to plant, harvest, process sugar. Now we have a different kind of economically-driven domination. People ruin their physical lives in order to consume.

This is part of a general trend in the post-industrial era, the transition from production to service and consumption. We really don't need 6 billion people making things with the most advanced machinery possible. It would be thousands of times more than the world needs. I mean, the industry of fashion had to be invented from whole cloth to keep the textile industry alive. Fashion is an information industry, mostly design and marketing, which informs the masses that old clothing (the last style, the last year, the last season) should be thrown out and new attire purchased on a semi-regular basis.

I'm not opposed to fashion as a concept, but it's interesting how it's been put to work by the profit cartel to harness the Westernized human being's desire for identity in the service of consumption. The supreme irony is that because this consumption is meant to justify the output of our mighty engines of mass production, people's hunger for identity-bolstering products, things one would think would set the individual apart from the mass, tends to be sated in a rather uniform manner.

This has been generally true across the cultural board for some time -- "I'm going to be alternative, just like everyone else" -- and there are fascinating questions to be investigated about the nature of identity vis-a-vis individualism. It's coming to many people's attention that there is no such thing as an individual; neither man nor woman can exist as an island. So you need a tribe, people you belong to, etc. But still, the way in which the corporate market has been able to co-opt the notion of rebellion against the corporate market is really quite something.

This phenomena feels prescient to me because I went through adolesence at the onset of Grunge (soon followed by Punk) as a marketed culture. I can recall watching "Smells Like Teen Spirit" debut on MTV at the age of 12 and being vaguely afraid of what I was seeing, similarly to how I felt when my friend Ramen made me a tape-copy of Ice Cube's seminal Predator. Now I recognize it as the tipping point where a cultural style went from being an indigenous set of rituals and products to the primary product of a massive marketing engine.

No matter how personal that feels to me as someone who had it wrapped up in their early adolesence, it's not a new phenomena. The story of Alternative/Grunge and Hip Hop are just semi-recent examples of a cultural cycle that's gone round several times in the late 20th Century. It's the story of Rock and Roll, a fact which not even Elvis or The Beatles or either of their cunning management teams fully understood at the time. It's the story of the "Hippies", a cultural term which started as semi-derogatory, not something the denizens of 1960s counter-culture created or owned.

Today I think something new is emerging. Due to the democratization of information, the ability of centralized and established power centers to influence the development of culture is decreasing. There's a growing amount of factionalization within the cultural sphere. One need only look at the array of musical genres which are bandied about seriously (at least by their practitioners) to see the movement. Everywhere that culture has slipped out from under the corporate thumb, an explosion of innovation has occurred.

The critical change is that the democratization of information allows for a much different kind of power relationship between cultural producers and audiences, and in fact eliminates the need for people to be permanently tied to one class or another. One night I may be a producer or a performer, the next night I may be an appreciative member of an audeince or even just another mindless consumer. You can play a bunch of roles in life; it's the cosmopolitan way, and it's more fun than being a starving artists or a couch potato.

More and more and more of this to come.

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A Hit From The Archive

About a year ago, back when I thought that Howard Dean might win, I wrote this. Outlandish Josh :: The Big One:

Struggling with the opposing pulls of the professional and the radical. There's something inside me that's holding back. Ginsburg (who posthumously turned me on to the Ohm) said that the only way he had any indication of whether or not what he was working on was any good was when it scared him. My job scares me....

How radical are we? Are we for the elimination of poverty? Global equality? Are we for a cultural shift that moves away from television, fear and blind consumption and towards something else?...

Maybe we can end up in some emergent utopia. Maybe we'll build spaceships instead of bombs, an exploratory/industrial complex. Maybe we'll make reaching out to the world, to the universe, a central part of how we live; quit dwelling in caves, you know? It might be really grand fun. Wire (or rather, unwire) the world, make it all equitable and efficent, an end to meaningless toil. Forget opening new markets to Wal-Mart; let's go build fuel-cell powered internet hookups in Africa, start a whole new thing.

And it goes on like that for some time. Still Good Stuff, I believe. One thing to note is that my job stopped scaring me a long time ago, and that's one of the reasons I'm glad I'm not doing it any more.

What scares me in that good good Ginsburg way these days? That's a good fucking question. The idea of this big summer road trip inspires some fluttering, as does the idea of trying to write something for real-live publication, and the notion of performing again. We'll wait and see what avenues open up in Politix and whether any of them spark that kind aprehension.

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Making The Women Nod

I'm coming back pretty strong now I think. A week of unemployment has passed, and I'm just about ready to get back to the thrill again, the thrill again. Need to start drawing up plans, redesigning this website, reviving this other website, and cracking on making some artful writing.

So batten down the hatches and point your nose to the wind. Banking on a slow return to physical fitness and mental clarity, we're headed back into the storm for a while to see what we can fish out. It's a jungle out there, Wild America.

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Hey Maurice

Hey, I still got it! Nothing like going out dancing at random and meeting girls you can kiss. It kindof gets you in the right frame of mind. After my dance partner left with her friends, I also met a girl who was out for her bachelorette party. She came up and played that she had an accent (she was Indian), and I totally fell for it. Her and all her friends had a good laugh at my expense, but they said I looked dreamy. I was just happy to play a positive role.

This is what happens when you shave before going out. Just imagine when I get my hands on some nail clippers.

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Saturday Sun

Solid, man. Solid. That's what we've got to be. Prioritization and planning, that's the word of the day. And cleaning my room. Austerity is coming along just fine -- I'm about to go to Trader Joes, pick up some staples plus some pure cranberry juice and goldenseal and whole oats. Getting cleaned out, then maybe even start lifting some weights in the backyard, some recreational bike riding.

Got to map out all the projects, figure what comes first; what's infrastructure, what's the bread, what's the butter. Briefly, I'm looking at three or four things going forward: some political/technology consulting, some long-form writing, starting up a big new art project with a bunch of peoples from New York, and preparing for an epic summer road trip. Inside all that there's a lot to be figured out. Synergies abound. I should get some big paper and just draw it.

Anyway, I'm a bit of a jumble. I'm considering myself on semi-vacation for the next few weeks. That will mean re-organizing and re-designing this website for starters, so there might be some downtime. Hopefully not. We'll see.

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Work

Newly unemployed, I ponder the possibilities for future work. Free of obligations for the moment my imagination is in high gear for what might be done with the summer. After visiting with Luke and Mark it would appear the Great Summer Road Trip is on. That entails having a savings, which means holding on to as many of the assets I currently have banked as possible.

But there's the question of how I'll live in the meantime. Not just what I'll do, but how I'll maintain on my college (and post-college credit card) debt. I also have a dead screen on my powerbook, which presents a kind of a problem, or at least a kind of a cost.

Consulting is a no-brainer, but I'd really rather not have to file a complex tax form for 2004. If I could put any consulting revenue off (and I could) to 2005, that would make this years taxes EZ to file, and I'd probably get some of the $5k in fed+state withholding back even.

There's also the issue of unemployment insuarance, and whether I want to make a run at that. What if I get a temp job or some consulting for a little while. Can I still fall back on it if the other work dries up? Have to investigate all the options.

Oooh, or maybe I could message. Proj proj proj... that would probably get me into shape pretty quick if nothing else. I could also make tech house calls like I did in college. That's usually under the table. Crappy seasonal employment (working at the mall!) is always an option, as would be temping. I think the best would be consulting that paid out starting in 2005, and maybe some bartending or something to save me from dipping into savings in the short term.

Those things tend to be very connected to social networks though, and I don't have the ins or the (professional) experience. Still, Nascera says I should use my looks while I've got 'em. Anyone know any bartending shifts I can pick up, preferably at a place where I can meet some women and where they'll keep me off the books?

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Fame and Fortune

I'm Metafiltered, termed "itinerant bohemia actuator, actor and web designer/activist," by a former co-worker of mine from back in the days of NYU reslife. As the kids say, w00t.

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Last Days in NYC

I'm leaving New York tomorrow afternoon. Tonight I'm going to see The Motercycle Diaries with Frank and then hitting the Grassroots Tavern for a final round with my friends. It's been an interesting couple of weeks. I'm looking forward to getting back here in a more situated way, starting things up. It's no time for a quarter-life crisis, but that seems to be where I'm headed.

I'm tentatively planning on closing things out in San Francisco and then heading back to Oregon for a month of rent-free living: space and time to rest, reflect, and ruminate. I'll write in my paper journal, join the Y for a month, take a trip up to Portland to see all those good folks, and hopefully come out of it all with more of a plan for myself. The number of people who have given me "life advice" in the past week tells me I need one. Not that I'm not appreciative of people's words of wisdom, faith and guidance; I just don't have enough vision for myself to effectively process it at the moment.

Oh yeah. I'll write more about this upcoming. You can be sure of that.

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Comedy Social

Comedy Social (as opposed to Central comes to mind) is a good show. It fits in with the whole "participatory culture" thing I've been buzzing on for a while.

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Here I Go Here I Go Here I Go Freakin'

Welcome to the terrordome, the terrordome. It's off. The die is cast. The wheel is in spin. I wish it were friday on a non-holidy instead of a tuesday... I'd like to go out and prowl for a change.

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