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Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Hard and Soft SF

"Hard SF" gives techbros erections with a fetishism of gizmos and numbers, "Soft SF" causes techbro shrinkage with an awareness of social struggle and diversity.

More Futurological Brickbats here.

Coverage of National Adjunct Walkout Day at SFAI

My pal, the awesome Carolyn Duffey is a star!

To The Dogs

Free marketeers console themselves they may be dogs but at least they're dogs who are eating. When it's dog eats dog, every dog gets eaten.

More Dispatches from Libertopia here.

Monday, March 02, 2015


I really get it when Paul Krugman says he became an economist because he wanted to be a Foundation psychohistorian, since I'm pretty sure I became a rhetorician because I always wanted to be a Bene Gesserit witch.

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Another Future Day Miracle!

Futurists tell me today is Future Day. The holiday's meaning is hard to distinguish from every commercial with the words New and Improved in it.

"Right To Work" Like A Serf

Don't call them "Right to Work" States, Call them "Right to Freeload on Unions Till They Die So You Are Forced to Work Like Serfs" States.

Sociopaths! In! Space!

First as tragedy (NASA), then as farce (SpaceX). A space program should be a collective adventure of discovery of the real, not sociopathic escapism from responsibilities into profiteering.

Banks First Is Always Banks Forever

The EU as a plutocratic/monetary project always depended on hyping while denying the EU as democratic/political project: Might as well face it, the EU as a democratizing project must smash the EU as plutocratic project. The seeming hopelessness of this aspiration is more than matched by the catastrophic failures of the alternate emphasis: Europe as a monetary but not political union is doomed to fail and has failed. If you are committed to trying the impossible why not try something impossible but also not evil this time around?

Saturday, February 28, 2015



"Tech" is a magic word that makes liberals fall for/turn into neoliberals. Over and over and over.

Nimoy Cat Blogging

Because it's the internet.

Friday, February 27, 2015

"I Grieve With Thee" -- T'pau ("Amok Time")

Found out about the death of Leonard Nimoy after a long and exhausting teaching day. Rather felt as though the wind had been knocked out of me. Spock was an early fierce crush, and I've been a Vulcan Wannabe all my life, of course. Weirdly, I found the President's comments especially moving:
Long before being nerdy was cool, there was Leonard Nimoy. Leonard was a lifelong lover of the arts and humanities, a supporter of the sciences, generous with his talent and his time. And of course, Leonard was Spock. Cool, logical, big-eared and level-headed, the center of Star Trek’s optimistic, inclusive vision of humanity’s future.

I loved Spock.

In 2007, I had the chance to meet Leonard in person. It was only logical to greet him with the Vulcan salute, the universal sign for “Live long and prosper.” And after 83 years on this planet – and on his visits to many others – it’s clear Leonard Nimoy did just that. Michelle and I join his family, friends, and countless fans who miss him so dearly today. 

Long Teaching Day

This morning nine to noon in my undergraduate Digital Democracy, Digital Anti-Democracy course we'll be talking about Lessig's "Second Generation," the rise of the social web, Big Data and algorithmic mediation. Frank Pasquale's new book is a backdrop and Sterling's story Maneki Neko provides the coda. From one to four in the afternoon it's my graduate lecture on critical theory, in which we have arrived at Benjamin and Adorno. Aura and the culture industry as post-marxist variations on the fetishized commodity. Always a fun topic. I'm rather looking forward to teaching today. As usual on Fridays, I expect  blogging will be low to no after all this. Happy Friday!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Artificial Intelligence As Alien Intelligence

Also posted at the World Future Society.
Science fiction is a genre of literature in which artifacts and techniques humans devise as exemplary expressions of our intelligence result in problems that perplex our intelligence or even bring it into existential crisis. It is scarcely surprising that a genre so preoccupied with the status and scope of intelligence would provide endless variations on the conceits of either the construction of artificial intelligences or contact with alien intelligences.

Of course, both the making of artificial intelligence and making contact with alien intelligence are organized efforts to which many humans are actually devoted, and not simply imaginative sites in which writers spin their allegories and exhibit their symptoms. It is interesting that after generations of failure the practical efforts to construct artificial intelligence or contact alien intelligence have often shunted their adherents to the margins of scientific consensus and invested these efforts with the coloration of scientific subcultures: While computer science and the search for extraterrestrial intelligence both remain legitimate fields of research, both AI and aliens also attract subcultural enthusiasms and resonate with cultic theology, each attracts its consumer fandoms and public Cons, each has its True Believers and even its UFO cults and Robot cults at the extremities.

Champions of artificial intelligence in particular have coped in many ways with the serial failure of their project to achieve its desired end (which is not to deny that the project has borne fruit) whatever the confidence with which generation after generation of these champions have insisted that desired end is near: Some have turned to more modest computational ambitions, making useful software or mischievous algorithms in which sad vestiges of the older dreams can still be seen to cling. Some are simply stubborn dead-enders for Good Old Fashioned AI's expected eventual and even imminent vindication, all appearances to the contrary notwithstanding. And still others have doubled-down, distracting attention from the failures and problems bedeviling AI discourse simply by raising its pitch and stakes, no longer promising that artificial intelligence is around the corner but warning that artificial super-intelligence is coming soon to end human history.

Another strategy for coping with the failure of artificial intelligence on its conventional terms has assumed a higher profile among its champions lately, drawing support for the real plausibility of one science-fictional conceit -- construction of artificial intelligence -- by appealing to another science-fictional conceit, contact with alien intelligence. This rhetorical gambit has often been conjoined to the compensation of failed AI with its hyperbolic amplification into super-AI which I have already mentioned, and it is in that context that I have written about it before myself. But in a piece published a few days ago in The New York Times, Outing A.I.: Beyond the Turing Test, Benjamin Bratton, a professor of visual arts at U.C. San Diego and Director of a design think-tank, has elaborated a comparatively sophisticated case for treating artificial intelligence as alien intelligence with which we can productively grapple. Near the conclusion of his piece Bratton declares that "Musk, Gates and Hawking made headlines by speaking to the dangers that A.I. may pose. Their points are important, but I fear were largely misunderstood by many readers." Of course these figures made their headlines by making the arguments about super-intelligence I have already disdained, and mentioning them seems to indicate Bratton's sympathy with their gambit and even suggests that his argument aims to help us to understand them better on their own terms. Nevertheless, I take Bratton's argument seriously not because of but in spite of this connection. Ultimately, Bratton makes a case for understanding AI as alien that does not depend on the deranging hyperbole and marketing of robocalypse or robo-rapture for its force.

In the piece, Bratton claims "Our popular conception of artificial intelligence is distorted by an anthropocentric fallacy." The point is, of course, well taken, and the litany he rehearses to illustrate it is enormously familiar by now as he proceeds to survey popular images from Kubrick's HAL to Jonze's Her and to document public deliberation about the significance of computation articulated through such imagery as the "rise of the machines" in the Terminator franchise or the need for Asimov's famous fictional "Three Laws." It is easy -- and may nonetheless be quite important -- to agree with Bratton's observation that our computational/media devices lack cruel intentions and are not susceptible to Asimovian consciences, and hence thinking about the threats and promises and meanings of these devices through such frames and figures is not particularly helpful to us even though we habitually recur to them by now. As I say, it would be easy and important to agree with such a claim, but Bratton's proposal is in fact somewhat a different one:
[A] mature A.I. is not necessarily a humanlike intelligence, or one that is at our disposal. If we look for A.I. in the wrong ways, it may emerge in forms that are needlessly difficult to recognize, amplifying its risks and retarding its benefits. This is not just a concern for the future. A.I. is already out of the lab and deep into the fabric of things. “Soft A.I.,” such as Apple’s Siri and Amazon recommendation engines, along with infrastructural A.I., such as high-speed algorithmic trading, smart vehicles and industrial robotics, are increasingly a part of everyday life.
Here the serial failure of the program of artificial intelligence is redeemed simply by declaring victory. Bratton demonstrates that crying uncle does not preclude one from still crying wolf. It's not that Siri is some sickly premonition of the AI-daydream still endlessly deferred, but represents the real rise of what robot cultist Hans Moravec once promised would be our "mind children" but here and now as elfen aliens with an intelligence unto themselves. It's not that calling a dumb car a "smart" car is simply a hilarious bit of obvious marketing hyperbole, but represents the recognition of a new order of intelligent machines among us. Rather than criticize the way we may be "amplifying its risks and retarding its benefits" by reading computation through the inapt lens of intelligence at all, he proposes that we should resist holding machine intelligence to the standards that have hitherto defined it for fear of making its recognition "too difficult."

The kernel of legitimacy in Bratton's inquiry is its recognition that "intelligence is notoriously difficult to define and human intelligence simply can't exhaust the possibilities." To deny these modest reminders is to indulge in what he calls "the pretentious folklore" of anthropocentrism. I agree that anthropocentrism in our attributions of intelligence has facilitated great violence and exploitation in the world, denying the dignity and standing of Cetaceans and Great Apes, but has also facilitated racist, sexist, xenophobic travesties by denigrating humans as beastly and unintelligent objects at the disposal of "intelligent" masters. "Some philosophers write about the possible ethical 'rights' of A.I. as sentient entities, but," Bratton is quick to insist, "that’s not my point here." Given his insistence that the "advent of robust inhuman A.I." will force a "reality-based" "disenchantment" to "abolish the false centrality and absolute specialness of human thought and species-being" which he blames in his concluding paragraph with providing "theological and legislative comfort to chattel slavery" it is not entirely clear to me that emancipating artificial aliens is not finally among the stakes that move his argument whatever his protestations to the contrary. But one can forgive him for not dwelling on such concerns: the denial of an intelligence and sensitivity provoking responsiveness and demanding responsibilities in us all to women, people of color, foreigners, children, the different, the suffering, nonhuman animals compels defensive and evasive circumlocutions that are simply not needed to deny intelligence and standing to an abacus or a desk lamp. It is one thing to warn of the anthropocentric fallacy but another to indulge in the pathetic fallacy.

Bratton insists to the contrary that his primary concern is that anthropocentrism skews our assessment of real risks and benefits. "Unfortunately, the popular conception of A.I., at least as depicted in countless movies, games and books, still seems to assume that humanlike characteristics (anger, jealousy, confusion, avarice, pride, desire, not to mention cold alienation) are the most important ones to be on the lookout for." And of course he is right. The champions of AI have been more than complicit in this popular conception, eager to attract attention and funds for their project among technoscientific illiterates drawn to such dramatic narratives. But we are distracted from the real risks of computation so long as we expect risks to arise from a machinic malevolence that has never been on offer nor even in the offing. Writes Bratton: "Perhaps what we really fear, even more than a Big Machine that wants to kill us, is one that sees us as irrelevant. Worse than being seen as an enemy is not being seen at all."

But surely the inevitable question posed by Bratton's disenchanting expose at this point should be: Why, once we have set aside the pretentious folklore of machines with diabolical malevolence, do we not set aside as no less pretentiously folkloric the attribution of diabolical indifference to machines? Why, once we have set aside the delusive confusion of machine behavior with (actual or eventual) human intelligence, do we not set aside as no less delusive the confusion of machine behavior with intelligence altogether? There is no question were a gigantic bulldozer with an incapacitated driver to swerve from a construction site onto a crowded city thoroughfare this would represent a considerable threat, but however tempting it might be in the fraught moment or reflective aftermath poetically to invest that bulldozer with either agency or intellect it is clear that nothing would be gained in the practical comprehension of the threat it poses by so doing. It is no more helpful now in an epoch of Greenhouse storms than it was for pre-scientific storytellers to invest thunder and whirlwinds with intelligence. Although Bratton makes great play over the need to overcome folkloric anthropocentrism in our figuration of and deliberation over computation, mystifying agencies and mythical personages linger on in his accounting however he insists on the alienness of "their" intelligence.

Bratton warns us about the "infrastructural A.I." of high-speed financial trading algorithms, Google and Amazon search algorithms, "smart" vehicles (and no doubt weaponized drones and autonomous weapons systems would count among these), and corporate-military profiling programs that oppress us with surveillance and harass us with targeted ads. I share all of these concerns, of course, but personally insist that our critical engagement with infrastructural coding is profoundly undermined when it is invested with insinuations of autonomous intelligence. In Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproducibility, Walter Benjamin pointed out that when philosophers talk about the historical force of art they do so with the prejudices of philosophers: they tend to write about those narrative and visual forms of art that might seem argumentative in allegorical and iconic forms that appear analogous to the concentrated modes of thought demanded by philosophy itself. Benjamin proposed that perhaps the more diffuse and distracted ways we are shaped in our assumptions and aspirations by the durable affordances and constraints of the made world of architecture and agriculture might turn out to drive history as much or even more than the pet artforms of philosophers do. Lawrence Lessig made much the same point when he declared at the turn of the millennium that Code Is Law.

It is well known that special interests with rich patrons shape the legislative process and sometimes even explicitly craft legislation word for word in ways that benefit them to the cost and risk of majorities. It is hard to see how our assessment of this ongoing crime and danger would be helped and not hindered by pretending legislation is an autonomous force exhibiting an alien intelligence, rather than a constellation of practices, norms, laws, institutions, ritual and material artifice, the legacy of the historical play of intelligent actors and the site for the ongoing contention of intelligent actors here and now. To figure legislation as a beast or alien with a will of its own would amount to a fetishistic displacement of intelligence away from the actual actors actually responsible for the forms that legislation actually takes. It is easy to see why such a displacement is attractive: it profitably abets the abuses of majorities by minorities while it absolves majorities from conscious complicity in the terms of their own exploitation by laws made, after all, in our names. But while these consoling fantasies have an obvious allure this hardly justifies our endorsement of them.

I have already written in the past about those who want to propose, as Bratton seems inclined to do in the present, that the collapse of global finance in 2008 represented the working of inscrutable artificial intelligences facilitating rapid transactions and supporting novel financial instruments of what was called by Long Boom digirati the "new economy." I wrote: "It is not computers and programs and autonomous techno-agents who are the protagonists of the still unfolding crime of predatory plutocratic wealth-concentration and anti-democratizing austerity. The villains of this bloodsoaked epic are the bankers and auditors and captured-regulators and neoliberal ministers who employed these programs and instruments for parochial gain and who then exonerated and rationalized and still enable their crimes. Our financial markets are not so complex we no longer understand them. In fact everybody knows exactly what is going on. Everybody understands everything. Fraudsters [are] engaged in very conventional, very recognizable, very straightforward but unprecedentedly massive acts of fraud and theft under the cover of lies."

I have already written in the past about those who want to propose, as Bratton seems inclined to do in the present, that our discomfiture in the setting of ubiquitous algorithmic mediation results from an autonomous force over which humans intentions are secondary considerations. I wrote: "[W]hat imaginary scene is being conjured up in this exculpatory rhetoric in which inadvertent cruelty is 'coming from code' as opposed to coming from actual persons? Aren't coders actual persons, for example? ... [O]f course I know what [is] mean[t by the insistence...] that none of this was 'a deliberate assault.' But it occurs to me that it requires the least imaginable measure of thought on the part of those actually responsible for this code to recognize that the cruelty of [one user's] confrontation with their algorithm was the inevitable at least occasional result for no small number of the human beings who use Facebook and who live lives that attest to suffering, defeat, humiliation, and loss as well as to parties and promotions and vacations... What if the conspicuousness of [this] experience of algorithmic cruelty indicates less an exceptional circumstance than the clarifying exposure of a more general failure, a more ubiquitous cruelty? ... We all joke about the ridiculous substitutions performed by autocorrect functions, or the laughable recommendations that follow from the odd purchase of a book from Amazon or an outing from Groupon. We should joke, but don't, when people treat a word cloud as an analysis of a speech or an essay. We don't joke so much when a credit score substitutes for the judgment whether a citizen deserves the chance to become a homeowner or start a small business, or when a Big Data profile substitutes for the judgment whether a citizen should become a heat signature for a drone committing extrajudicial murder in all of our names. [An] experience of algorithmic cruelty [may be] extraordinary, but that does not mean it cannot also be a window onto an experience of algorithmic cruelty that is ordinary. The question whether we might still 'opt out' from the ordinary cruelty of algorithmic mediation is not a design question at all, but an urgent political one."

I have already written in the past about those who want to propose, as Bratton seems inclined to do in the present, that so-called Killer Robots are a threat that must be engaged by resisting or banning "them" in their alterity rather than by assigning moral and criminal responsibility on those who code, manufacture, fund, and deploy them. I wrote: "Well-meaning opponents of war atrocities and engines of war would do well to think how tech companies stand to benefit from military contracts for 'smarter' software and bleeding-edge gizmos when terrorized and technoscientifically illiterate majorities and public officials take SillyCon Valley's warnings seriously about our 'complacency' in the face of truly autonomous weapons and artificial super-intelligence that do not exist. It is crucial that necessary regulation and even banning of dangerous 'autonomous weapons' proceeds in a way that does not abet the mis-attribution of agency, and hence accountability, to devices. Every 'autonomous' weapons system expresses and mediates decisions by responsible humans usually all too eager to disavow the blood on their hands. Every legitimate fear of 'killer robots' is best addressed by making their coders, designers, manufacturers, officials, and operators accountable for criminal and unethical tools and uses of tools... There simply is no such thing as a smart bomb. Every bomb is stupid. There is no such thing as an autonomous weapon. Every weapon is deployed. The only killer robots that actually exist are human beings waging and profiting from war."

"Arguably," argues Bratton, "the Anthropocene itself is due less to technology run amok than to the humanist legacy that understands the world as having been given for our needs and created in our image. We hear this in the words of thought leaders who evangelize the superiority of a world where machines are subservient to the needs and wishes of humanity... This is the sentiment -- this philosophy of technology exactly -- that is the basic algorithm of the Anthropocenic predicament, and consenting to it would also foreclose adequate encounters with A.I." The Anthropocene in this formulation names the emergence of environmental or planetary consciousness, an emergence sometimes coupled to the global circulation of the image of the fragility and interdependence of the whole earth as seen by humans from outer space. It is the recognition that the world in which we evolved to flourish might be impacted by our collective actions in ways that threaten us all. Notice, by the way, that multiculture and historical struggle are figured as just another "algorithm" here.

I do not agree that planetary catastrophe inevitably followed from the conception of the earth as a gift besetting us to sustain us, indeed this premise understood in terms of stewardship or commonwealth would go far in correcting and preventing such careless destruction in my opinion. It is the false and facile (indeed infantile) conception of a finite world somehow equal to infinite human desires that has landed us and keeps us delusive ignoramuses lodged in this genocidal and suicidal predicament. Certainly I agree with Bratton that it would be wrong to attribute the waste and pollution and depletion of our common resources by extractive-industrial-consumer societies indifferent to ecosystemic limits to "technology run amok." The problem of so saying is not that to do so disrespects "technology" -- as presumably in his view no longer treating machines as properly "subservient to the needs and wishes of humanity" would more wholesomely respect "technology," whatever that is supposed to mean -- since of course technology does not exist in this general or abstract way to be respected or disrespected.

The reality at hand is that humans are running amok in ways that are facilitated and mediated by certain technologies. What is demanded in this moment by our predicament is the clear-eyed assessment of the long-term costs, risks, and benefits of technoscientific interventions into finite ecosystems to the actual diversity of their stakeholders and the distribution of these costs, risks, and benefits in an equitable way. Quite a lot of unsustainable extractive and industrial production as well as mass consumption and waste would be rendered unprofitable and unappealing were its costs and risks widely recognized and equitably distributed. Such an understanding suggests that what is wanted is to insist on the culpability and situation of actually intelligent human actors, mediated and facilitated as they are in enormously complicated and demanding ways by technique and artifice. The last thing we need to do is invest technology-in-general or environmental-forces with alien intelligence or agency apart from ourselves.

I am beginning to wonder whether the unavoidable and in many ways humbling recognition (unavoidable not least because of environmental catastrophe and global neoliberal precarization) that human agency emerges out of enormously complex and dynamic ensembles of interdependent/prostheticized actors gives rise to compensatory investments of some artifacts -- especially digital networks, weapons of mass destruction, pandemic diseases, environmental forces -- with the sovereign aspect of agency we no longer believe in for ourselves? It is strangely consoling to pretend our technologies in some fancied monolithic construal represent the rise of "alien intelligences," even threatening ones, other than and apart from ourselves, not least because our own intelligence is an alienated one and prostheticized through and through. Consider the indispensability of pedagogical techniques of rote memorization, the metaphorization and narrativization of rhetoric in songs and stories and craft, the technique of the memory palace, the technologies of writing and reading, the articulation of metabolism and duration by timepieces, the shaping of both the body and its bearing by habit and by athletic training, the lifelong interplay of infrastructure and consciousness: all human intellect is already technique. All culture is prosthetic and all prostheses are culture.

Bratton wants to narrate as a kind of progressive enlightenment the mystification he recommends that would invest computation with alien intelligence and agency while at once divesting intelligent human actors, coders, funders, users of computation of responsibility for the violations and abuses of other humans enabled and mediated by that computation. This investment with intelligence and divestment of responsibility he likens to the Copernican Revolution in which humans sustained the momentary humiliation of realizing that they were not the center of the universe but received in exchange the eventual compensation of incredible powers of prediction and control. One might wonder whether the exchange of the faith that humanity was the apple of God's eye for a new technoscientific faith in which we aspired toward godlike powers ourselves was really so much a humiliation as the exchange of one megalomania for another. But what I want to recall by way of conclusion instead is that the trope of a Copernican humiliation of the intelligent human subject is already quite a familiar one:

In his Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis Sigmund Freud notoriously proposed that
In the course of centuries the naive self-love of men has had to submit to two major blows at the hands of science. The first was when they learnt that our earth was not the center of the universe but only a tiny fragment of a cosmic system of scarcely imaginable vastness. This is associated in our minds with the name of Copernicus... The second blow fell when biological research de­stroyed man’s supposedly privileged place in creation and proved his descent from the animal kingdom and his ineradicable animal nature. This revaluation has been accomplished in our own days by Darwin... though not without the most violent contemporary opposition. But human megalomania will have suffered its third and most wounding blow from the psychological research of the present time which seeks to prove to the ego that it is not even master in its own house, but must content itself with scanty information of what is going on un­consciously in the mind.
However we may feel about psychoanalysis as a pseudo-scientific enterprise that did more therapeutic harm than good, Freud's works considered instead as contributions to moral philosophy and cultural theory have few modern equals. The idea that human consciousness is split from the beginning as the very condition of its constitution, the creative if self-destructive result of an impulse of rational self-preservation beset by the overabundant irrationality of humanity and history, imposed a modesty incomparably more demanding than Bratton's wan proposal in the same name. Indeed, to the extent that the irrational drives of the dynamic unconscious are often figured as a brute machinic automatism, one is tempted to suggest that Bratton's modest proposal of alien artifactual intelligence is a fetishistic disavowal of the greater modesty demanded by the alienating recognition of the stratification of human intelligence by unconscious forces (and his moniker a symptomatic citation). What is striking about the language of psychoanalysis is the way it has been taken up to provide resources for imaginative empathy across the gulf of differences: whether in the extraordinary work of recent generations of feminist, queer, and postcolonial scholars re-orienting the project of the conspicuously sexist, heterosexist, cissexist, racist, imperialist, bourgeois thinker who was Freud to emancipatory ends, or in the stunning leaps in which Freud identified with neurotic others through psychoanalytic reading, going so far as to find in the paranoid system-building of the psychotic Dr. Schreber an exemplar of human science and civilization and a mirror in which he could see reflected both himself and psychoanalysis itself. Freud's Copernican humiliation opened up new possibilities of responsiveness in difference out of which could be built urgently necessary responsibilities otherwise. I worry that Bratton's Copernican modesty opens up new occasions for techno-fetishistic fables of history and disavowals of responsibility for its actual human protagonists.

Monday, February 23, 2015


DIY is great until it becomes an excuse for Denial of Interdependence Yammering.

More Dispatches from Libertopia here.

Homo Economicus: Staging the Contradictions of Modern Political Economy in the English Comedy of Manners

Looks like I'll be teaching a new course at the San Francisco Art Institute next Fall. This is material I have loved most of my life and which I did a lot of research on in grad school, and it is rather thrilling to return to it. Here is an early version of the course description:
Capitalism is so funny we forgot to laugh. In this course we will be reading plays drawn from over three hundred years of mannered comedy, at once the most coarse, witty, perverse, lively, and stylish works in English literature. From Early Modern Restoration comedies modeling the libertine rebel Rochester like The Man of Mode, The Rover, The Way of the World, and the Beggar's Opera, to High Modern high camp fascinated by the figure of Oscar Wilde from Gilbert and Sullivan's Patience to The Importance of Being Earnest to Noel Coward, up to Late Modern work from Joe Orton and Jennifer Saunders resonating with the space oddities of David Bowie: we will not only be reading these hilarious and hellraising plays, but staging their key scenes in class for one another in an effort to inhabit them more viscerally. The premise of the course is that these plays stage efforts to satirize and cope with definitive contradictions of modern capitalism but also with paradoxes of corporate-militarist societies and cultures more generally, especially what I will call the plutocratic paradox (a meritocratic rationalization and enactment of aristocracy), the patriarchal paradox (a sexist, heterosexist, cissexist homosocial order that must disavow its inevitable homosexual possibilities), and the planetary paradox (a nationalist project impossibly comprehending ramifying multicultures in "the cultural" while embedded in a global nation-state system in which it impossibly competes via the racist war-machine of "the social"). Readings from political economy and cultural theory from Hobbes, Marx, and Mill to Raymond Williams, Gayle Rubin, Eve Sedgwick, Gayatri Spivak and Paul Gilroy will help us grapple with the plays and the spectacle they make of themselves. Consider the course a contribution to Urbane Studies.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Futurological Methodology

So much "futurological methodology" simply amounts to conventional con-man discipline: pick your buzzwords, keep a straight face, stay upbeat, stick to your story...

More Futurological Brickbats here.

McMansion on Fire. I Know, I Know, It's Serious

It is hard to think of a McMansion flooded, on fire, shuddering in a gale. How to wreck what was always only a wreck?

So Many People Not to Thank

I do not watch the Oscars. I endure the Oscars as they seep into every nook and pore until, soon enough, they evaporate.

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Whiny White Guys

If you expect to get credit for not doing the wrong thing you haven't quite gotten what doing the right thing is about.

Self-Regulating Capitalism!

Every time a company peddles a feature they were forced to provide by government regulations they fought reality withdraws another inch.

More Dispatches from Libertopia here.

Yer Just Envious!

Condemnation of the successful thief is "envy" only for those who think what matters is success and not thievery.


When accelerating futurological marketing finally fools us into investing dull artifacts with the zing of intelligence and agency we will arrive at the zingularity.

More Futurological Brickbats here.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Long Teaching Day

This morning in the City in my Digital Democracy, Digital Anti-Democracy course we are up to our ears in ideology as usual, Paulina Borsook's "Cyberselfish" and Richard Barbrook and Andy Cameron's "Californian Ideology" and David Golumbia's "Digital Deletion of the Left" followed by the still deeper dive of Katerine Hayles' piece on possessive individualism and the birth of cybernetics. We'll be reading a couple of cypherpunk manifestos and Barlow's "I come from cyberspace, home of Mind" to drive the point home. That's nine to noon, then from one to four in my graduate survey of Critical Theory we take up Freud, emphasizing the fetish, paranoia, homosociality, and noting Nietzschean and Marxian resonances and tensions. Should be exhausting, and blogging will be low to no today.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Memo to Crapitalist Sooper-Geniuses

If somebody just sold electric versions of the VW bug, the van, and the kharmann ghia I'm pretty sure EVERYBODY on earth would buy them.

A Neoliberalization of Basic Income Discourse?

It has always been true that basic income advocates across the political right -- Milton Friedman, famously -- have coupled the payment of basic incomes with the "simplification" and "streamlining" and "targeted elimination" of welfare programs. It can't be that surprising to find those who pine for the dismantlement of social support to unleash the austere, obliterative liberties of spontaneous orders (in which plutocratic orders are obeyed spontaneously) would proposed basic income in the service of that same aim as they do everything else.

But I must say I am intrigued to find how often recent pieces on basic income are framing it first and most of all as the solution to the problem of "structural unemployment" caused by automation. Such discussions seem to regard unemployment as a logical effect of technological development rather than the resulting from plutocratic attacks on and circumventions of organized labor which would ensure a more equitable distribution of productivity gains from automation. And so we have basic income proposed as a pretext for welfare dismantlement and as a panacea for unemployment as unions are busted? I am starting to think that there is a neoliberalization of basic income advocacy taking place that qualifies my initial thrill discovering this pet topic's recent and unexpected new prominence.

From Thomas Paine to Martin Luther King, Jr., to Erik Olin Wright, basic income has been proposed as a direct solution to the scourge of poverty. There is no question that a basic income guarantee together with single payer healthcare, nutritional assistance, free public education, public housing programs, equal recourse to law and franchise and office-holding, freedom of expression and public assembly, and accountable administration of commons for the public good would provide the abiding substance and occasion for radical democratization.

But it would seem that basic income can be proposed either in the service of emancipatory equity-in-diversity or as a plutocratic ploy. If so, it is obviously important to pay attention to the assumptions and aspirations driving its various advocates. To hear that someone supports basic income is not yet enough to know they support what you mean by basic income or to accept them as an ally.

It is too easy for glib celebrations of basic income in the abstract function as distractions from urgent, ongoing, and ever-more-successful struggles organizing workers in fast food, health care, education, and service sectors and in raising the minimum wage to approach a living wage. Just as some mouthpieces for Republican politics would evade association with the ugly racism of the contemporary GOP by declaring themselves civil libertarians (a masquerade enabled by those who know better and yet do not call states rights minarchists on the history of racist dog whistling in such positions) I wonder if basic income advocacy on the right will likewise work to conceal a host of plutocratic commitments.

Ask right-wing advocates of basic income whether a person who has already spent their basic income but who suddenly confronts the prohibitive expense of a medical emergency or the need for legal representation has a right to that healthcare or that lawyer even if they cannot afford the expense? If the answer is yes, then we're back to the mainstream legible social democratic discourse in which basic income supplements rather than replaces general welfare; and if the answer is no, we're inevitably back to the war of all against all in which the unworthy poor pay for their misfortunes with their lives or their freedom. Free to lose, amirite?

Right-wing forms of "basic" income advocacy reduce all too readily to visions of bare life without the rights, standards, and supports to ensure an actually legible scene of consent to the terms of everyday relations for the majority of the people.

Saint Ray Gun Says

The nine most terrifying words in the English language are: "I'm from a corporation and I'm here for profit."

More Dispatches from Libertopia here.

Our Salvific, Edenic, Satanic Others

I am beginning to wonder whether the unavoidable and in many ways humbling recognition (unavoidable not least because of environmental catastrophe and global neoliberal precarization) that human agency emerges out of ensembles of interdependent/prostheticized actors gives rise to compensatory investments of some artifacts -- especially computers, weapons, diseases -- with the sovereign aspect of agency we no longer believe in for ourselves?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Basic Income Is Not Beyond Left and Right Twitterscrum

Interesting exchange today, mostly with Scott Santens, who is the moderator of /r/BasicIncome on Reddit.
"the fact," obviously.

Baguette Punk

I have always thought Diva by Jean-Jacques Beineix was the best cyberpunk movie of the 80s. The capture of the Diva's voice on an illegal recording, the circulation and confusion of the taped confession of a sex-trafficker with the Diva's voice, the voice directing the ghost Citroen through the streets of Paris, the fairy tale voice over the phone keeping a wounded boy conscious as both killers and a guardian angel converge upon his bleeding body... all seem to me to anticipate sfnal conceits of precarious meat, of info-spirits and virtualities, of the hustlers and couriers of the cyberpunk genre. The vast ruined warehouse shimmering with broken shards of glass is a scene that could be taken directly from Blade Runner (a film released one year after Diva) or Ghost in the Shell. Almodovar's films Matador and Law of Desire a few years later offer up much the same dreaminess infused with pop ephemera and video games but it is not until a film like The City of Lost Children that such dreaminess collides so conspicuously with cyberpunk (and in that instance also steampunk) themes and visuals. Perhaps the proximate vitality of the Moebius and Jodorowsky collaboration is part of this story, too. It does not semm like an accident that both Blade Runner and Diva as well as The Incal are all cited together in The Fifth Element in the millennial aftermath of New Wave.