<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724</id><updated>2011-09-04T10:00:35.918-07:00</updated><category term='humanism'/><category term='Deconstruction'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Orlando'/><category term='I don&apos;t own a car :( I was picking a friend up from the airport in her car.'/><category term='light'/><category term='Terrorism'/><category term='Speculum'/><category term='limp'/><category term='Bloom'/><category term='Form'/><category term='padded'/><category term='Slavery'/><category term='derrida'/><category term='Burke'/><category term='subject'/><category term='Cone'/><category term='Irigaray'/><category term='irregular'/><category term='strong'/><category term='scooters'/><category term='politics.'/><category term='Durand'/><category term='Edward Said'/><category term='pints'/><category term='linear'/><category term='Hal Foster'/><category term='jaffer'/><category term='explosive'/><category term='lean'/><category term='spiders'/><category term='dry'/><category term='HRC'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='blurred'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='freud'/><category term='penis'/><category term='focused'/><category term='object'/><category term='dream'/><category term='A movie review?'/><category term='fall'/><category term='kofi agawu'/><category term='I'/><category term='powerful'/><category term='minimalism'/><category term='moist'/><category term='stoop'/><category term='spare'/><category term='Schopenhauer'/><category term='going around in circles'/><category term='McClary'/><category term='deleuze'/><category term='Virginia Woolf'/><category term='Avant-garde'/><category term='soft'/><category term='terse'/><title type='text'>PeatSpeak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-373949623059535032</id><published>2011-07-07T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:14:51.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JesusLand</title><content type='html'>I don't know how much of a fuss there was about the whole atheist airplane thing, but I am friends with American Atheists on face book, and they posted quite a few little comments on it.  The scoop is that AA attempted to hire planes in all 50 states on the 4th of July to carry banners that say "GodLESS America" and "Atheism is patriotic."  A few states proved impossible because they could not find a pilot who did not fear retribution, either in the form of the loss of a job or the loss of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second I would like to leave aside the virtues of the campaign itself and marvel at the sort of person who is offended by atheism, and who would be sufficiently offended to be driven to violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the virtues of the campaign, it should first be noted that if nothing else AA has done some work to let people know that atheists are not rare.  In Seattle, where I live for now, one might be inclined to look at these flying banners as a waste of money and fuel, since here, as in many urban environments, we meet with very little oppression.  Even as nearby as Spokane, however (where I wish they had flown the plane instead), the A-word is not so welcome, and, especially if I were a budding atheist teenager, a symbol of community might do quite a bit of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, I'm sure, a few other ways to look at this awareness-raising that might not be as optimistic as all this, but I honestly haven't given it a great deal of thought.  I've been thinking about another side of things that will tie in with a post I've been thinking of making for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dig what they mean when they say "Atheism is patriotic," so what follows here is not really meant to be a retort.  I recognize that (some) theists use "atheism" as a thought-stopping abstraction, implying or openly stating that "these people" are outsiders with an alien or non-existent moral compass, whose very existence jeopardizes America's fragile capitalist utopia. So when AA says "Atheism is patriotic," clearly they are normalizing the reality of an atheist voice in the political landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt; comes in.  (I had hoped to return to reading this book again, but alas it was not meant to be.  What follows is from months-old memory; I will not be able to return to this book until October, looks like.)  For Hardt and Negri--who in this respect follow almost directly Deleuze and Guattari--the most important political and ethical achievement of post-medieval European thought is atheism.  Indeed, the bulk of what is often referred to by the short-hand of Enlightenment thinking has been, by H&amp;N's account, a strategic, covertly theistic revision of the advances made by humanistic philosophers since Duns Scotus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to digress a bit here, because H&amp;N's terminology is a bit problematic (and basically has to be).  When H&amp;N say "humanism," they are referring to a specific strain of post-medieval thought that really only includes some of those we are accustomed to thinking of as humanists.  Sketched briefly, this line begins with the aforementioned Duns Scotus, and includes Spinoza, Nietzsche, and Deleuze.  What distinguishes these thinkers from the much broader field of philosophers normally assembled under the general banner of humanism is what Deleuze calls a philosophy of immanence.  These are philosophers whose primary ethical/political program is a theory of humanity without transcendence.  They observe first that there is nothing in the human experience that is not directly sensible (that is, experienced by the senses); they observe second that recourse to transcendental, divine, or mediating forces is both unmotivated by observation and (this is the important bit) enables bad ethical/political reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now part of the confusion here is due to the fact that this had been similarly observed prior to both H&amp;N and Deleuze in the works of Althusser and Foucault.  In "The Humanist Controversy," which I may have mentioned here before, Althusser argues emphatically that Marx was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a humanist on exactly the grounds that humanism as Althusser understands it is essentially if covertly theistic.  The humanism from which Althusser is defending our memory of Marx is Feuerbach's humanism, which operates through transposing onto "man" those qualities of autonomy etc. which we had previously assigned to "God."   H&amp;N push this analysis even further, ascribing to all those philosophers of mediation and transcendence, including (crucially) Kant and Hegel, this same form of covert theism.  What is at stake here first is the political refusal on the part of those "state" philosophers (in Deleuze's terms) to acknowledge the extent of existence.  In every domain, when faced with the reality of immanence, these philosophers turn instead to mediation or transcendence, both denying the vitality of unmediated reality and manufacturing a false world that lays claim to the achievements and qualities of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings us to the second, more important stake.  Wrapped up in the Enlightenment insistence on mediation and transcendence is an implicit mandate for sovereign rule.  The logic of theism--which I have been using as a short-hand for a belief in some extra-human force or authority--transfers to and supports the logic of the authoritative state.  It is by this logic that we find ourselves, even in post-monarchical society, constantly returning to centralized models of the state, and particularly models of the state that centralize power on a single person.  For H&amp;N, and for D&amp;G before them, the escape from state oppression must coincide with the escape from theological repression.  In an alternative formulation, the acceptance of humanity as being capable of collective self-rule (which we should not confuse with anarchy) coincides with the acceptance of humans as parts of a fully immanent, rhyzomatic system, which is not overcoded or dismissed by pointing at "god" or even at "mankind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this sense, in an extreme, ethically and politically focused form, atheism cannot be patriotic, for the simple reason that the concept of patriotism relies on the sovereignty of the nation-state, which itself is a theocratic concept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-373949623059535032?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/373949623059535032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=373949623059535032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/373949623059535032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/373949623059535032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2011/07/jesusland.html' title='JesusLand'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6298816317287118883</id><published>2011-05-20T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:27:56.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More like "Boresmopolitanism"...</title><content type='html'>I have, until about a week ago, been reading an excellent book by Michael Hardt and Antonio Negri called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt;, and I was looking forward to writing a little on their association of theology with governmental sovereignty.  Regrettably I have to put that off--I will hopefully remember to get to it--since I've been distracted by a book I just finished reading for seminar.  I'd like to talk about this book for a moment in stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is one I have recommended, prematurely, to at least one of you, and though it's not a bad book, I must rescind my recommendation.  It is not a waste of time, but it is also not time particularly well spent.  The book is Kwame Anthony Appiah's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cosmopolitanism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of this book is that as citizens of the world we are all responsible to one another, and that we therefore must do the best we can to be good to one another.  The banality of this position is the main reason I no longer recommend the book.  (My growing impression is that American philosophy busies itself only with tackling such challenging questions as this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than issuing a full-fledged critique of the book, which would waste all of our time, I'd like to rehash a discussion from class.  Toward the end of his book, Appiah reviews a prominent American philosopher's claim regarding moral obligations.  If you were walking down a country lane dressed in your finest and saw a child drowning in a pond just off the path, would you dive in to save it, ruining your expensive cloths?  The obvious answer--few would disagree--is yes; the life of an innocent is more important than the finest of finery.  Would you stop and pick up an injured hitch-hiker, knowing both that if you did not, he would lose his foot, and that if you did he would bleed all over the leather interior of your brand-new Jaguar? (Nevermind this question: would you kill a cow to make your car comfortable?)  Here more people would equivocate, but most surely would save the man's foot at the expense of the car.  So then, if you could donate $300 to save 10 starving African children, would you?  What if you just did; would you again? (Surely the second 10 children are as important as the first 10.)  When would you stop?  When would you be ethically permitted to stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The philosopher Appiah cites claims that you stop donating money when your life is at risk.  Appiah finds some faults in this problem.  The strongest sticking point is the: would you save the drowning child from the first example if you knew you could sell your suit and save 100 more children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in our class discussion of this, I asserted that it is patently obvious that the ethical decision, given perfect information, is to live in poverty so that others--many many others--needn't.  I further asserted that this truth was evident to anyone with access to perfect information.  My philosophy colleagues were eager to provide contradictory evidence from their experience teaching ethics to undergrads: it is apparently common that undergrads are willing to sacrifice a stranger's life for a latte.  Overwhelmed by the urgency of my colleagues' rejoinder, I returned that this is an error based on incomplete information: the student doesn't really know what is at stake, because s/he does not know suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this response was correct within the framework of our discussion, but it is incorrect in terms of a pragmatic ethics.  The problem none of us addressed, and the problem that plague's both Appiah's book and all of the American academic philosophy I've read so far (which is admittedly not very much) is one that many continental philosophers have incorporated fully into their epistemology at least since Adorno, and more likely since Marx.  We are trying here to address a question of ethics solely from the perspective of exchange value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question Would you exchange a latte for a person? is the wrong question, and it always leads to the followup quesiton, How many lattes is a person worth? (Or how many people is a latte worth?)  The undergrad above didn't cling to his/her latte because it was more valuable than a stranger, nor because s/he didn't understand fully the concept of suffering (though this too is true, no doubt.  Isn't it always true?)  We have to conceive first of the starving person as something other than an object of exchange, and second (this is even more difficult but in this case no less crucial) we must conceive of the latte as something other than an object of exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the vocabulary readily at our disposal to talk about humans as unique and unexchangeable, and I won't rehears this step here; surely it is still abhorrent to most people to consider people in terms of their dollar value (hence in part the success of "Fight Club").  What about the latte? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit that the reason we have a difficult time thinking of the latte outside of the system of exchange (aside from the fact that we are very used to exchanging money for lattes) is that we tend to think of human identity in terms of bodily coherence.  A person, common sense tells us, is that which is that person's body.  We know from psychology however that our brains don't really work that way.  Mirror and "Gandhi" neurons obscure this ostensibly clean boundary (which is why, in part, maybe only in small part, local violence is much more distressing than distant violence).  We also know that when a person drives a car or uses a tool, that tool becomes a part of the person's body image; we literally conceive of these objects like parts of our body.  Why would the latte be any different? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument here is that the latte, though it may seem to have an exchangeable dollar value (it does not: try selling your latte to the next person in line) actually constitutes a part of the undergrad's identity.  Now, we can still expect, ethically, that a person be willing to sacrifice a part of his or her identity for the safety and comfort of another, but talking about this in terms of monetary value misses the point; it is founded in capital, and essentially does not value the human life it argues we must support.  We should expect the undergrad, whose identity is more or less constantly under pressure from peers and parents and others (though surely not so intensely as it was in high school or before) to cling more ardently to their identity than a more confident and safe adult--though certainly many many adults are also constantly anxious about the safety of their identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a concluding remark, I would like to follow this thread quite far afield from the previous topic.  Now most reasonable people, it seems, do not like our compatriots in the tea party.  We call them stupid, racist, selfish, short-sighted, and we tend to think of them as a group that deliberately tries to hurt our country (and in particular women and the urban poor).  What we typically refer to as identity politics is extremely important to the tea party phenomenon: its base is conservative white Americans who organized in response to the election of a black president, they ardently oppose gay- and women's-rights, they are vociferously and inhumanely anti-immigrant.  From the progressive perspective, it is easy to think of them as simply evil (or to think of them simply as evil), and while their political agenda is surely, obviously, patently harmful, it does us no good--it gets us nowhere--to call them evil.  When we conceive of their political position in terms of anxiety--misplaced anxiety, I would suggest--about identity, we are in a better position to redirect their power positively.  I do not have any idea how we would actually do this on anything other than a person-to-person scale.  :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-6298816317287118883?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/6298816317287118883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=6298816317287118883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6298816317287118883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6298816317287118883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2011/05/more-like-boresmopolitanism.html' title='More like &quot;Boresmopolitanism&quot;...'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5594522143628766537</id><published>2011-03-14T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:42:29.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planned Hatred</title><content type='html'>Being a conscientious participant in the American democratic process, I recently wrote to my congresswoman, Cathy McMorris Rogers.  The purpose of my email was to express my dissatisfaction with Ms. McMorris Rogers concerning her decision to stand with the majority of her party in the House of Representatives in voting to eliminate government funding for Planned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ideological context of funding Planned Parenthood may appear complicated, and I won't go into it here; suffice it to say that regardless of how you feel about abortion (whether you think it's a right or a wrong, if you'll excuse my pun), the fact is that the "planning" portion of Planned Parenthood's budget far surpasses the portion dedicated to abortions, and it is further not unreasonable to theorize that PPH prevents--through education and contraception--far more abortions than it provides.  (I, regrettably, have not researched any empirical support for this claim, and I welcome comments with evidence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. McMorris Rogers replied to my email with a form letter, replicated below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Peter,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for contacting me regarding funding for Planned Parenthood. It is an honor to represent the people of Eastern Washington and I appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts with me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I do not believe that federal funds should go to Planned Parenthood. Last year, U.S. Government Accounting Office (GAO) did a study revealing that the federal government's support for Planned Parenthood has reached billions, a large percentage of which go to family planning services. In 2009, according to Planned Parenthood's own records, 332,278 abortions were performed. This is unacceptable. The GAO study and Planned Parenthood's statistics demonstrate that in the last several years, focus has not been on the needs of the county. We need to focus on jobs, balancing the budget, and our national debt. To that end, I supported efforts to eliminate federal funds to Planned Parenthood. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for contacting me on this important issue. As your Representative in Congress, I am committed to putting the best interests of Eastern Washington first. I invite you to visit my website at www.mcmorrisrodgers.house.gov for additional information or to sign up for my e-newsletter. Please do not hesitate to contact me if I can be of further assistance.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Cathy McMorris Rodgers&lt;br /&gt;Member of Congress&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one expects that she would avoid supporting her position that 332,278 abortions is "unacceptable."  (It seems to me a startlingly low number when compared to any cause of death--driving for example, or smoking, or war.  Again, I welcome evidence on this point.)  The American debate on abortion is not a debate, after all, but the statement of claims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I take issue with, or rather, what I did not expect, was the claim that "the federal government's support for Planned Parenthood has reached billions."  Billions of dollars, it is presumed.  She does not specify the time period, but since budget numbers are often presented in annual totals, it seems that this is her implication.  According to lifenews.com (an anti-choice site), the GAO number is $650 million, but not over one year: $650 million over seven years.  (Lifenews.com goes on to tally funding for plan B outside of PPH--which they count as abortion.  Taken together, these numbers to total to over $1 billion, though again over seven years.  Nevermind, again, that most of this funding--95% in the case of PPH--goes to family planning, not to abortions.  And nevermind again that they will not analyze the logic behind their claim that abortion is evil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what percentage of the annual budget PPH funding constitutes (and still does as long as none of these budgets are signed), but I do know it is pathetically small.  The federal assault on PPH (as well as PBS and NPR), while couched in terms of deficits, is ideological, but in order to garner wide-spread public support, it is important to deceive the voting public into believing that the dollar amounts dedicated to PPH (as well as PBS and NPR) are far larger than they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have commented on why this ideological war is being waged, particularly taking note of the odd alliance between the extremely wealthy and the middle and lower classes.  The explanation du jour is that Republicans since Reagan are exploiting the socially conservative bias of much of the middle and lower class in order to convince them to vote against their own interests.  This explanation is compelling, and surely true, but it doesn't quite get to the heart of the matter, at least not in the present-day setting.  In fact, from one perspective, we might suggest that the right has an incentive not to pass thoroughly regressive legislation, since doing so would erode the dedication of their base; why bother to vote if you're agenda has already passed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Naomi Wolf's editorial on feminism in the Middle East revolts, which you can find at &lt;a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/indepth/opinion/2011/03/201134111445686926.html"&gt;al Jazeera&lt;/a&gt;, sheds some further light.  Wolf argues that one important source for the relative success of the Egyptian and Tunisian revolutions has been the dramatic increase in the number of educated women in these countries, saying that it is easy to rule a population when over half of them cannot read or write (and therefore organize in a modern world).  The success of the ruling class, in other words, is defined in large part by the structured partitioning of its population.  Here we find, in clear terms, the core of conservatism, as well as where its name comes from.  The business of the ruling class (and this is why business is allied with the right) is to maintain or solidify its strength, and this is achieved through partitioning its subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack on PPH, which provides birth control--both in the form of contraception and in the form of education--to millions of women, is an attack on women themselves.  But, of course, not all women.  Wealthy women are not effected, nor are many rightist Christian women, who see their own bodies as baby machines.  Many feminists have commented on the importance of the development of effective and affordable birth control for the emancipation of women.  When we dismantle PPH, we revoke the access to birth control, and therefore to relatively unfettered admittance into a society of equals, to countless low-income women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no such childish thing as evil.  People do tremendously bad things, and perhaps they sometimes do them for no reason.  But the strategic decision to exclude millions of women from a society of equals is not done to hurt those women, it is done to keep society divided and weak.  To borrow from Stephen Colbert, these are the least of our brothers and sisters--as are the teachers in Wisconsin, or the "illegal" immigrants in Arizona.  They are not being attacked out of bigotry or hatred; they are being attacked in order to cultivate bigotry and hatred.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5594522143628766537?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5594522143628766537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5594522143628766537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5594522143628766537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5594522143628766537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2011/03/being-conscientious-participant-in.html' title='Planned Hatred'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4886343544346561110</id><published>2011-01-29T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T20:19:22.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caged</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The way I was educated I was not given the meaning of discipline.  I was told that if I were going to be a composer I should know harmony, counterpoint, and all those things.  you are told that you have to study those things, although they are of no use to you ultimately, and that you learn those things in order later to give them up when finally you get around to self-expression.  But this isn't the nature of discipline.  True discipline is not learned in order to give it up, but rather in order to give oneself up.  Now, most people never even learn what discipline is.  It is precisely what the Lord meant when he said, give up your father and mother and follow me.  It means give up the things closest to you.  It means give yourself up, everything, and do what it is you are going to do.  At that point, what have you given up?  your likes, your dislikes, etc.  When it becomes clear, as it now becomes to many people, that the old disciplines need no longer be taken seriously, what is going to provide the path to the giving up of oneself?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John Cage in Richard Kostelanetz ed., &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;John Cage, an Anthology&lt;/span&gt;, 13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting this quotation here in part so I can find it again easily enough.  Quite a bit is made, especially in the arts and humanities, of the perceived shift from the strict disciplinary boundaries of modernism to postmodernism's aspirations of fluidity.  (I put little stock in either claim, since in both cases they mistake the example for the rule--compare Greenberg and Adorno, for example.)  Especially in feminist literature one comes up against the problems of being disciplined, and how that limits one's epistemological capacity: historians understand things through a different methodological framework than philosophers do, for example.  Cage, as he formulates the situation here (through his Zen lens) sheds an liberating light on the problem.  I don't think I presently have the vocabulary to remark much further upon this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4886343544346561110?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4886343544346561110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4886343544346561110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4886343544346561110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4886343544346561110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2011/01/caged.html' title='Caged'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-877405531304439194</id><published>2011-01-27T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:54:39.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More like "Borientalism" amiright?</title><content type='html'>The seminar I'm attending is called "The Study of Western Civilization," and that is what it is about--that is, it is about the study, not about Western Civilization.  We've been mostly reading texts that draw their argument out of the Western canon (especially by connecting the Greeks to the Romans to etc.) to address the problems of modernity.  This fortnight, however, we read Said's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orientalism&lt;/span&gt;, a widely read and influential critique of Europe's treatment of the notEurope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been around the block enough times to know that this is a book that evokes strong passions in many readers.  One camp is stirred by Said's portrayal of British and French imperialism, which for them feels like a moment of justice after centuries of continued oppression.   On the other end of the spectrum, angry readers see in Said a vociferous (and largely unfounded) dismissal of all European political and academic practice, leaving them indignant, presumably with no avenues of action left available.  I fall into neither of these camps, though I can see why this (boring) book can lead to both sentiments with equal ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thinking about how to summarize Said's book I am already faced with what I had thought I would save for my conclusion: this book is cripplingly undertheorized, so much so that it is probably impossible to put forward a central thesis  on behalf of the book that another close reading couldn't with good cause dismiss.  I will propose, in the face of this, that the central thesis of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orientalism&lt;/span&gt; is that, when faced with an imbalance of power, those on the privileged side do well to keep track of the effects of their learned prejudice, keeping in mind that, all provisions taken, they will fail to be perfectly neutral, no matter how scholarly and rigorous their work.  (The pro-Said camp says "because of this you are guilty of repressing us/them" while the anti-Said camp says "don't call me a racist, I'm not doing anything wrong, and besides you haven't even read my work yet.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that Said is woefully uninterested in his own work.  Many of the readings he performs of 18th and 19th century Orientalists and novelists seem, to my ignorant mind, perfectly reasonable--and indeed it is, nowadays at least, perfectly commonplace that many, most, 19th century Europeans were terribly racist.  The problem is that his criticism of them is that they generalize "the Orient," adopting observations on some few encounters as the rule for the totality of the (expansive) region.  (It is worth noting that "the Orient" for most of Said's book is limited to the Middle East and Egypt, though in some examples it extends to India.)  The reality of course is that the danger of this sort of generalization harries nearly every discipline in the humanities; Orientalism is peculiar because the geographic and political distance of the object of study from its studying subject, combined with the shear heterogeneity of that same object, has had such disastrous political and humanitarian consequences that it is difficult to imagine that Orientalism as a 19th century practice was at no moment deliberately malicious in its use of generalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though Said himself seems to my recollection to be fairly non-committal on this point (his interest, by my middle-road reading, is in the effects, not the malice), I don't think it is too problematic to argue that many Orientalists deployed their racist tropes in the service of Empire (Napoleon in Egypt is least disputable example).  Surely there is no harm in pointing to these authors and discussing the extent and repercussions of their racism; what I have trouble with is the ease with which Said moves on to other authors in search of similar problems, and manages from there to suppose that the racism of disciplined, state-funded orientalists is unavoidable for any European writing on the world outside its immediate geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clearest example of this problematic approach to critique--the generalizing approach that critiques generalization--is Said's treatment of Marx.  Marx is certainly not immune to the 19th century compulsion to conceptualize the multiplicity of the orient as a unified totality, but Said's specific example does nothing to understand how this functions in Marx.  Said draws his example from an essay by Marx on England's role in India.  Marx is repulsed by the violence and destruction wrought by the British abroad, showing a perhaps unprecedented regard for Indians as human beings on equal footing with Europeans in terms of their rights to freedom and safety.  Marx also regrets the pre-colonial despotic regime under which Indians were oppressed before the English usurped authority for themselves, and he sees in this historical moment--here Said thinks he has him--the possibility for revolutionary change: English colonialism, for Marx, is the crucible in which India's post-capitalist society is forged.  To Said this is too close to the popular orientalist belief--popularized by Kipling as "White Man's Burden"--that Europe was in the orient for the benefit of the oriental himself.  But Said completely ignores that Marx's reading of European industrialism is completely parallel, and that for Marx violence is the historical prerequisite for a new, post-capitalist society, whether at home or abroad.  In short--and examples of this abound in Said's text--the major shortcoming of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orientalism&lt;/span&gt; is its refusal to explore the implications of its own analysis on the rest of European thought, or indeed on itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My counter thesis to the thesis I attributed above to Said--what I would have written &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orientalism&lt;/span&gt; about--is the replication of domestic modes of oppression in orientalist literature.  Said on some few occasions points out similarities between misogyny and orientalism, but consistently declines to elaborate.  To my mind, this is the actual story: the growth of capitalism in the 17th and 18th century was facilitated by the tacit, naturalized oppression of a tremendous portion of the European population; orientalism is the rhetorical/political justification of the application of this matrix of oppression to the entire rest of the world.  Orientalism secures the seat of authority for those who have already inherited it.  I would propose that critiquing orientalist texts in the 19th century from this perspective would lend Said the ability to move beyond mere observation--which ultimately is all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orientalism&lt;/span&gt; is.  We could see, in this light, what these texts do rather than merely what they say.  Further, such a perspective would allow a more dynamic reading of authors like Flaubert, whose work is much more literary than literal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suspect that had Said conceived of his project from this point of view we scarcely would be reading it today.  The unreasonable popularity of such a lazy, repetitive book is imaginable only under the conditions in which it was written: the conditions of a complete disinterest in theory.  Said's book is easy to read, both in terms of the simplicity of the text itself and--this is the important point--in terms of its malleability.  It is this last problem which prohibits me from unequivocably endorsing a single statement of the books thesis.  Even when Said explicitly states that all Europeans writing on the Orient are "racist" (204) the claim is so loosely formulated that he could as easily be condemning all of Europe as dismissing "racism" as a meaningless word. ( I think, particularly given the rest of his work, that he is doing neither.)  The book is fraught with ideological, theoretical, and epistemological inconsistencies, but instead of thwarting the extraction of any meaning or implication from the text, this litany of problems has enabled any given reader, without much effort, to derive support for whatever reading is most convenient to her or his momentary agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I can only conclude that I am glad this book was written (even if I'm not glad I had to read it).  Thirty-three years after the fact, the procession of diligent scholars working on themes of racism and colonialism, capitalism and empire have constructed wonderful and useful scholarly edifices through critique and appropriation of Said's work, and it is difficult to imagine them having been successful without Said's help.  One can--and I think must--regret the reactionary, uncritical anti-canonism that Said also helped spawn, but in the historical scope of things, one must suppose these reactions to be but a swing of the pendulum, and a swing that would seem to have reversed direction.  So while it is a poor, boring, and nowadays uninteresting book, it is one of those problems that almost has to happen for there to be growth; Said's book is almost like Britain in India (in Marx's mind): borish, stupid, destructive, but necessary for growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-877405531304439194?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/877405531304439194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=877405531304439194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/877405531304439194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/877405531304439194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-like-borientalism-amiright.html' title='More like &quot;Borientalism&quot; amiright?'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4464573987087187020</id><published>2010-12-07T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T23:32:09.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laboring over Anti-Oedipus again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“Let us return to the dualism of money, to the two boards, the two inscriptions, the one going into account of the wage earner, the other into the balance sheet of the enterprise.  Measuring the two orders of magnitude in terms of the same analytical unit is a pure fiction, a cosmic swindle, as if one were to measure intergalactic or intra-atomic distances in meter and centimeters.  There is no common measure between the value of the enterprises and that of the labor capacity of wage earners.” (230)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back through my notes on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anti-Oedipus&lt;/span&gt; in preparation for a paper I need to write pretty soon, and came across this gem.  People often have a hard time understanding the importance of Marxism after the rather catastrophic and brutally inhumane failures of Stalin and Mao (whom some consider to be "proof" of communism's impossibility), and in the face of the seeming and likely impossibility of a global economic revolution that would benefit the poor.  Indeed, the failure of Mao and Stalin can be to some extent understood in light of the instability of revolution, and the ease with which the powerful can disenfranchise the weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But quotations like the above remind us of Marx's continued importance, and of the importance of reading Marx and Marxists critically.  Why do we call the gains of the capitalist by the same name as the wages earned by the laborer?  We can understand the why when we examine the consequences.  The wages of labor insert the laborer into a system of exchange, and the dollar value of labor is the conceptual means of exchanging.  Labor, and laborers, become a good to be purchased, and the surplus value of labor is appropriated by the capitalist.  To call capital gains and wages by the same names puts surplus labor value under erasure, and permits or even impels wage laborers to invest desire in the class that oppresses them, to wish and work for their own oppression.  Further, it creates the appearance that higher incomes correspond to more or better labor, as if the capitalist labored in the same sense that the factory worker does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since an increased wage for a laborer would likely lead to an increase in spending (since there is so often not enough to make ends meet as it is), and since laborers also conceptualize capitalists as both wage earners and wage payers, it is not to much work to understand from this why so many Americans are demanding that high-income tax cuts be left in place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4464573987087187020?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4464573987087187020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4464573987087187020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4464573987087187020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4464573987087187020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/12/laboring-over-anti-oedipus-again.html' title='Laboring over Anti-Oedipus again.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2605664130579344730</id><published>2010-11-09T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:06:27.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>owe-riginal sin</title><content type='html'>So I'm reading Deleuze and Guattari's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt; in preparation for a paper I'm writing (which will maybe be published!), and I've come across an interesting insight that will likely not make it into my paper, so I'm preserving it here for now.  Much of the book, I'm sorry to say, won't have much of an impact on my paper, not because it is a bad book (it is excellent) but because it is so focused on its subject matter (capitalism and schizophrenia).  The twin institutions of psychoanalysis and capitalism are subject to rigorous critique, but most of the discussion is a technical analysis of psychoanalysis that is both outside my discipline and unconnected to my topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chapter I'm looking at now partitions human history into three phases: the savage, the barbarian, and the civilized man.  These terms are to be understood in relation to the tradition of anthropology and ethnography; while "savage" and "barbarian" are heavily prejudicial terms, their technical use, however problematic, is meant merely to apply to specific cultural epochs.  I am taking their use in D+G's book to be a strategic necessity without which they could not communicate and engage with anthropology as it intersects both psychoanalysis and the study of capitalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am in danger of digressing beyond rescue.  The point that caught my eye was an argument concerning what they are calling primitive society.  Primitive society is placed at the beginning of this tripartite progression, as the phase of civilization characterized by the structure of filiation and the extension of filiation through family alliances. (I think...The model seems to be that pre-savage societies have family lines but no structure of relation between lines.  Alliances--marriages--intervene to code and extend filiation, establishing social taboos, for example against incest.  Their discussion of this, which of course involve Oedipus rather a lot, is very interesting and a topic for another time.)  At this stage capitalism doesn't exist in any useful sense.  There is barter, there is production of goods, but there is no system of exchange.  This last point is emphasized by D+G because some anthropologists refute it.  To demonstrate why exchange doesn't exist in savage society, they draw a distinction between exchange and debt, which they imply are confused by those who read savage society as capitalist. This is the point that is interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing on Nietzsche, they argue for debt as a regulating mechanism in society. Debt is incurred whenever we benefit from society (always) and the cohesion of society depends on debt's enforcement.  The purpose of debt is "to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;breed&lt;/span&gt; man, to mark him in his flesh, to render him capable of alliance, to form him within the debtor-creditor relation..." (190) We cannot confuse debt then with owing money, or with the levying of a fine (though these can be forms of debt). "Far from being an appearance assumed by exchange, debt is the immediate effect or the direct means of the territorial and corporal inscription process." (190) It is not revenge, not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ressentiment&lt;/span&gt;. (191)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to a large degree, I think we "know" this to be true--and I mean know in the same way one knows there is a god, for example.  If debt operated under exchange, there would be a much smaller prison system.  That debt and exchange are fundamentally separate is evinced by the fact that one cannot pay a fine for murder, or, in the opposite direction, that we know it to be unjust for a rich man to be charged some small fine for committing a crime.  I suspect that they will soon go on to explain that in a post-savage society such as our own, a society which has passed through and incorporated despotic barbarism, these debts are linked to religion, through the face of the despot (who ruled through his own divine authority). And through capitalism, religious despotism is recoded into new forms of repression (Oedipus, presumably).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2605664130579344730?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2605664130579344730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2605664130579344730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2605664130579344730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2605664130579344730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/11/owe-riginal-sin.html' title='owe-riginal sin'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5703591350254902297</id><published>2010-03-10T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:22:45.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new crush</title><content type='html'>So I'm on to &lt;a href="http://thesciencenetwork.org/programs/beyond-belief-science-religion-reason-and-survival/session-6-1"&gt;part six&lt;/a&gt; of "Beyond Belief," which I plugged earlier, and it consists of a few interesting talks.  The first one, Susan Neiman, is my new crush.  Some of her comments make sense only with relation to the talk on Spinoza that is in part 5, but it's still intelligible on it's own if you're in a hurry.  My particular interest in it is the attention and respect she grants to religious thinkers; if she were a post-structuralist (and she is clearly not) she would surely remind us that all thinking is constrained by some unverifiable belief, but the next best thing is to present a more realistic picture of the size of the divide between religion, categorically, and science.  She also takes the time to distinguish between science and the humanities and arts.  Also yay Kant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5703591350254902297?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5703591350254902297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5703591350254902297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5703591350254902297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5703591350254902297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-crush.html' title='My new crush'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2338218194199751986</id><published>2010-03-08T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:00:08.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komen after your cash.</title><content type='html'>Dear Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined a walking team for the Susan G. Komen 3-day walk for the cure, and I'm looking to raise some money to fight breast cancer.  Please follow the link below and donate if you can, and pass on the URL to anyone you think might be willing and able to give a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.the3day.org/goto/thepeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ThePeat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2338218194199751986?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2338218194199751986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2338218194199751986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2338218194199751986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2338218194199751986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/03/komen-after-your-cash.html' title='Komen after your cash.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4891227020555201948</id><published>2010-03-04T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:00:15.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current events.</title><content type='html'>It's almost rhythmic, the frequency with which public, polemical homophobes expose themselves as hypocrites.  The most recent in this surely endless stream of bigots is a politician who was caught drunkenly driving away form a gay club with another man in my lovely hometown of Sacramento.  The narrative is so well established that even moderates have begun to suspect that most outspoken bigots are compensating for their own self-loathing, that they are closet cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is something appealing about that story, about the source of extreme bigotry being in fact bigotry itself; there is something human about these angry rabble-rousers being the the primary target of their own hatred.  It quite neatly gives some meaning to their hatred--they are expressing their own fear of who they are in a society that makes of them something vile--and it allows us to sympathize with and humanize our enemies.  Indeed, they may not even know what they do, so deeply can we suppress our unwanted desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps it's true, perhaps it isn't.  Clearly it explains some people well enough, and we do well to temper our condemnation of their hatred with sympathy for their situation; after all they more than anyone know how much they are despised by the bigoted for their sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What troubles me is the kind of moral outrage and mockery that accompanies these outings.  And I'm concerned not on righteous or ethical grounds, but on pragmatic grounds.  What concerns me is how these sorts of events are constituted as wrong.  The wrong here, unambiguously, is the rhetoric that brought these individuals into the public arena to begin with.  What they have done wrong is established a career as hatemongers and bigots; they have garnered support with homophobia as their platform, and they have incited others to the same violent sort of hatred they themselves have practiced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they have not done wrong--from the standpoint of ethical imperatives--is sleep with another man, or hook up in an airport bathroom, or frequent a gay club.  Too often these stories focus on the homosexual act itself, which in fact we ought to applaud these repressed, fearful men for committing.  Of course, there is the problem of marriage infidelity--and that is a serious problem--but even this issue tends to take a backseat in the press to the homosexual act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it shouldn't be reported.  To some limited extent, events such as Ashburn's arrest serve to undermine the public support of outspoken bigots.  But too the type of publicity these stories accumulate does as much to reinforce homophobia as the outing of bigots does to undermine it.  Instead of emphasizing the corrosive rhetoric, they focus on the contradicting behavior; homosexuality, or more specifically the homosexual act, becomes the negative element, not the bigotry.  Instead of a career of hatred being seen as Ashburn's shame, the story is a fall from grace, into the depravity of gay sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're telling the wrong story, and by doing that we're ensuring that we'll get to tell this story over and over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4891227020555201948?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4891227020555201948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4891227020555201948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4891227020555201948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4891227020555201948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/03/current-events.html' title='Current events.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7928524161045890648</id><published>2010-03-01T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:27:07.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TSN: Beyond Belief</title><content type='html'>So I'll say first that I've been meaning to write a lengthy response to Kai's earlier comment, but have lacked the steam.  Instead I'll sum up what have been my idle thoughts on the matter, and I'll do it briefly. Literature suffers from a problem of a peculiar relationship with agency and representation.  An individual can make liberated choices (ideally) that still coincide with stereotypes and have but a marginal effect on the relationships of others to stereotypes.  (It is when lots and lots of people make these same decisions that they become normative.)  In literature this marginal influence on normativity is magnified by the singularity of the protagonist (particularly in classically heterosexual romances such as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/span&gt;).  The problem is then not in accurately presenting or participating in free choice but in depicting a healthy protagonist, who, like it or not, becomes something of a model, which is in turn a norm.  Now I think Pullman does as good a job of this as can be expected; my criticisms we nits, not full grown lice.  (More honestly, I now think whatever criticism can be leveled would be against nits, but since I haven't re-read my earlier post, I'm not sure if that was the case then or not.)  (Thanks, Kai, btw, for chatting about this with me on the phone; it was, as always, very pleasant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more pressing issue on my mind is a &lt;a href="http://thesciencenetwork.org/programs/beyond-belief-science-religion-reason-and-survival"&gt;wonderful link&lt;/a&gt; I found in a Reddit comments thread.  I've only had time yet to listen through session 3 (it is a very handing addition to crocheting), which concludes with Carolyn Porco's talk on Saturn. (This includes a picture and description of a shot of Saturn eclipsing the sun--taken from the far side of Saturn--which alone is worth the time.)  The conference deals with the question of religion and science, and the majority of the speakers thus far suggest that the former interferes with the latter, and that we'd all be happier (and more alive) in the long run if we could just do away with the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two points are underdeveloped so far, though perhaps the second half will redress this: 1) An understanding of the disciplinary element of religion, and 2) The possibility of a fully non-religious morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a hard time keeping track of what thoughts I've taken the time to elaborate on here, so forgive me once again if I repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point one is particularly conspicuous in Porco's talk, where she partitions the concern of the conference into God on the one hand and religion on the other; but it is introduced much earlier and involves a common counter-atheist argument.  Religion offers community, and it is a sign of my privilege--economic, social, historical, educational, sexual, geographical, political--that I can live happily without a religious community.  But in many places, religion binds a community together, giving its constituents communality and place.  In short, religion provides social comfort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the response to this is clear to anyone with a passing knowledge of the history of the Jewish diaspora, though this is not by a long shot the only handy example.  The fact is that while religious communities are capable of tremendous good--the example from the conference is the donations to Katrina victims--they operate on what is sometimes called a politics of the same.  This is the politics that enables the Salvation Army to threaten to close its soup kitchens if New York doesn't ban gay marriage, for example.  It is a politics of defining community by who is excluded and why (think of the inanity of the Bible study groups, where a sub-group--married women, married men, teens--of the church examine famous passages with the intent of reinforcing their received wisdom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that religion is intrinsically or necessarily disciplinary (in the sense that these groups discipline their members to conform, under the threat of exclusion).  Nor is it to say that it is exclusively religious organizations that employ this sort of discipline.  The question is whether or not this mode of discipline is in fact fundamental to faith (for example, to be christian you must have a common belief in Christ, but how far does that commonality go?), or, perhaps more broadly, whether a method of disciplinary exclusion can be employed without a tangible connection to ethics (that is, can a church exclude homosexuals without denouncing them, for example).  (A lot of work, incidentally, has been done in this vein, but it does not often fall under the banner of science.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second point came up most clearly in an exchange between Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, and Joan Roughgarden (the lone open theist thus far).  Roughgarden suggests that a viable source of morality is unlikely, and at the least has yet to be demonstrated, without religion--and if I recall correctly, she means specifically a founding religious text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that Harris, who apparently has a degree in philosophy, would come back with the rich philosophical tradition of non-theism, starting with the Categorical Imperative, and bringing it up to the recent (comparatively) formulation of groundless solidarity and the politics of difference (though these last two stray a ways form philosophy proper).  Because after all one of the primary preoccupations with intellectuals on the left since WWII has been how to talk about ethics when everything--God, religion, progress, humanism--has died or failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this leads me to conclude with a broader concern regarding these talks.  It is clear that they don't all mean the same thing when they say science.  At one point Lois Althusser, a French Marxist philosopher from the middle of the 20th century, characterizes the history of Marxism as the struggle of science to clear itself of ideology.  By this he means that unbiased, open-ended inquiry is science--and can be philosophy as well as it can be genetics--while inquiries with an interest in what can or can't be the answer are ideologies.  From this perspective, the contrast between religion and science is apt, and can even be pushed to the point of equating religion with ideology (Harris talks instead of dogma, but means much the same thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorno, though, and Derrida subsequently (really this could be a very long list), shows us something a little different.  It is unrealistic for any of us to ever presume a clear picture; we all always have biases, and these biases will always form "epistemological barriers," as Althusser says.  It is naïve to suppose we will ever perform without them, and dangerous and condescending to claim we do.  This is not to say that science is a religion, but that all thought, no matter how radical or scrupulous, is partly habitual--which is almost to say partly linguistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7928524161045890648?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7928524161045890648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7928524161045890648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7928524161045890648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7928524161045890648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/03/tsn-beyond-belief.html' title='TSN: Beyond Belief'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-683883643576762106</id><published>2010-02-11T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:22:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiling His Dark Materials</title><content type='html'>As is becoming my custom, I am now going to write something silly about something I just read/viewed that I don't get to use for school.  This time the object is the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/span&gt; trilogy by Philip Pullman (thank you Mike; I'll bring them back to Spokane now that I'm done so they can be passed on to the next reader).  As always, I will spoil some plot details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will always have trouble reading fiction that is both highly recommended and not yet "literature," because I am a pretentious ass.  However, I am not so far gone that I cannot recognize a good thing when I see it, even while I may become frustrated with nagging flaws of either style or detail.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/span&gt; is a successful text in a genre that is entirely too small: atheist youth literature.  Even in the more secular corners of our large nation, there are great numbers of people who believe that deliberately raising your children to be atheists is dangerous or wrong, even if these same people are often willing to admit that being both atheist and moral as an adult isn't terribly difficult.  Because the false link between religion and morality is so forcefully forged, there is a certain unease at the prospect of not teaching children to believe in god from the get-go.  (And incidentally, we ought perhaps to be skeptical of any truth that requires years of youthful repetition--not exploration--adequately to take hold. What I mean by this in part is that the strength and beauty of religion is in its absurdity and novelty; habituation robs it of even this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since, from one point of view, the grounding moment of Pullman's trilogy is the disruption of Christianity's claim to moral priority, the books are valuable, even if only for this.  However, Pullman's motive is not only negative; there is an affirmative element as well.  I think St. Paul is whom he sites when he bases his model for the constitution of the human on a three-part structure.  Rather than the normal body/soul dichotomy, it is useful (for the plot particularly) to extend this to a third element: body/soul/spirit.  We might distinguish the second from the third through consciousness; by spirit Pullman seems to mean something that includes mind.  Regardless, though, of how soul and spirit partition the immaterial aspects of humanity, Pullman makes clear, especially in the third book, where his model for the universe is fully revealed, that the body--the material existence of humans--is the best and most enviable element.  (Indeed it is what drives God and his angels to subjugate humanity...though it's not quite clear why they stop there, and leave other material beings to their business.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, to my mind, the most successful aspect of Pullman's books.  It is particularly in the treatment of the body that Christianity is problematic, and easily accessible books that challenge this dogma both directly and positively--that is, by offering alternative ethics--are most welcome.  (It is worth noting, though, that a great deal of the Christian/Catholic dogma against the body stems as much from Plato and Aristotle as it does from the Bible.  There is some very good, if confusing, work done by a number of feminists--and non feminists--on how Plato's philosophy, and later that of Aristotle and Plotinus, has hamstrung our ability to think maternity and womanhood, and by extension humanity generally, in a non-violent way.  But I've commented on much of that already, and will avoid the side track for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some problems with these books though, as I hinted at above.  Some are trivial (there are abundant flies at the north pole), some are narrative (would you really not spend all your time checking the alethiometer? and why did neither side manage to score some A-10 Warthogs or something?), some are somewhat metaphysical (if Metatron--really? his name is Metatron?--used to be Enoch, which Enoch? did all Christian worlds split off from one another after Enoch dies?  Then why are there daemons in the Adam and Eve story? etc.), but there is a looming one that is ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the end of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Golden Compass&lt;/span&gt;, I was excited at the prospect that lay ahead.  It seemed clear that Pullman was driving toward a world view where the priority of the church--who was locally stifling research into multi-world science much as it had heliocentricity--would give way to free thinkers, and that the authority from which it derived its dominion would be revealed as false.  Pullman did go this direction more or less, but he swerved into the sort of humanism that I find suspect.  Instead of the sort of purposeless, beautiful universe we ourselves inhabit, Lyra et al. gradually discover themselves to be traveling through a universe with as much divinity and purpose as supposed by the church; the only difference is what the purpose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out that God is really just an angel, he didn't create the universe, and he is so dreadfully jealous of humanity's flesh that he has waged a thousands years war of oppression and suppression to make us all as miserable as he is.  Behind this, forces have been at work to overthrow this Authority--these are the dark materials?--and allow us to love each other in peace.  The problem, then, is not that we worshiped a false god, but that we worshiped the wrong god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have a problem with this from certain narrative perspectives.  If we accept the proposition that there will always be someone who has some authority over our lives (and there likely will be) it is better for us to expect that person to respect our loves and lusts; then we can fight for having repressor and oppressors replaced.  But, from a religious perspective (let's call it that for now), I am uncomfortable with the argument that this authority is metaphysical--that is, above  physically observable experience--and universal.  So long as we are teaching our children to face the universe bravely, we ought to help them toward imagining a world of purposeless purposiveness.  Instead Pullman replaces an autocracy of repression with an autocracy of love.  An improvement, surely, but not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I feel about the books in general.  An improvement.  I'm still not perfectly happy with the gender roles (though I LOVE Mary Malone, and I particularly love that at no point does Pullman make her single status seem at all a failure or inadequacy), though again, it is an improvement.  The principal protagonist--and for quite a while the principal antagonist as well--is female, and for the most part she avoids stereotypes, though perhaps by unhappy coincidence she is the artful liar, while Will is stalwartly honest.  It is also maybe coincidental that she had the enigmatic and endlessly complicated compass while he had the knife.  It would be terribly difficult to write a convincing adventure story with a boy and a girl where the girl is the physically dominant one throughout.  Like I said, it's an improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I will say I wish someone else had written these books.  In spite of the well-crafted plot and generally agreeable characters, I found that more often then usual, I would grow sleepy and, in the middle of a suspenseful moment, indifferently put the book down and get ready for bed.  His prose does not move with much grace, and much like myself he is prone to repeating himself in what he surely thinks is a clarifying gesture, but what is in fact boring and distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do read these books, if you haven't...I think I've not spoilt them too much here.  No more than if you read the back cover (those things should be illegal).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-683883643576762106?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/683883643576762106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=683883643576762106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/683883643576762106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/683883643576762106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/02/spoiling-his-dark-materials.html' title='Spoiling His Dark Materials'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-452025784645677143</id><published>2010-01-04T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:45:23.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dances with shellfish.</title><content type='html'>Don't read this if you haven't seen District 9 and Avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sci-Fi might be lauded as the cinematic genre that lends itself most willingly and transparently to allegory, and District 9 and Avatar are certainly exemplary of this bias.  Both films simplify, for the purpose of moralizing, one of the formative moments of the last five hundred or so years: the colonial encounter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both movies use non-humans to represent the dehumanization by the colonizer of the colonized.  In District 9, the setting is a city dealing with a displaced population (we are led to think of the New World and the African diaspora).  Every human we meet harbors some bigoted view of the prawns, ranging from open hatred to patronizing contempt.  The journey ok the mentally-challenged protagonist traces the depth of this bigotry, as he is forced to rely upon those he can see only as dangerously incompetent and stupid.  Bigotry's irrationality and potency take center stage in what is surely the movie's most irritating scene, where Wikus assaults Christopher Johnson, with the hopes of commandeering his ship and curing himself on his own.  Our perspective beyond the screen makes Wikus's decision as abhorrent as it is stupid: Christopher Johnson is the only with any competence in flying, and the only one with any chance at all of knowing how to reverse Wikus's tranformation.  Wikus, though, cannot see from this perspective, because he cannot overcome his epistemological barriers.  For him, prawns are always inferior.  It is not until he embraces his transformation--symbolized by him stepping into the prawn battle suit--that he can understand Christopher Johnson as an equal; until that point, he sees himself as the boss. The movie has an uncharacteristically sad ending; Christopher Johnson escapes, but his time in transit is much too long for cinematic gratification.  In the mean time, district 9 is moved into a more efficient concentration camp.  And while Wikus has overcome his bigotry, no one else has.  (I will say that I enjoy how many technical points, particularly regarding the origin(s) of the prawns, are left unaddressed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avatar is set much earlier in the history of colonialism, and keeps the relationship simple: the colonizers are landing on alien soil and extracting resources as cheaply as possible.  The narrative relies on old fears of ethnic contagion (think Heart of Darkness) but deploys them with the liberal view of the white man as savior (think Dances with Wolves).  While District 9 was concerned with the question of how different groups of people can live along side one another, Avatar is concerned with how greed ruins purity--in this view, the allegory of colonialism is an allegory for corporatism, which nowadays amounts to the same thing.  The advantage lent by Sci-Fi is that the old liberal trope that mistakes the Indian for nature can be relieved of its racism: here the natives are verifiably connected to their ecosystem.  The plot is driven by the blindness on the part of the colonizers, which prevents them from seeing Pandora in terms of anything but exchange value.  This forges the epistemological barrier between the native population and the colonizers, with the latter (excepting our wise liberal surrogates) implacably decimating with no regard for efficiency or taste, and the former left unable to act at all.  Like District 9, this barrier provides a dramatic climax: the gunships are fast approaching, the warning issued, and yet they do not flee. Why are they so stupid? you ask.  Again irrationality signals difference.  Unable to comprehend the essential differences between themselves and the human aggressors, the Na'vi cannot, even in the face of all evidence, believe the assault to be real, and still further they cannot conceive of it being successful.  Even the choice to flee is not truly theirs to make.  A full understanding of the destructive capacity of the human exchange value economy is not arrived at until Jake Sully wrests ownership of his body (his human body) away from corporate control.  Once it has been spirited away to the Tree of Souls, he can claim his rightful place as the leader of a society that evidently is incapable of organizing itself against an imminent threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie ends happily though.  The capitalists are run off, and the pure natives can continue to commune with nature.  What is the moral we learn from this story?  Perhaps that if the Native Americans really could commune with nature, we wouldn't be here to talk about it?  Or maybe that Kevin Costner didn't do a good enough job sticking up for them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-452025784645677143?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/452025784645677143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=452025784645677143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/452025784645677143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/452025784645677143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2010/01/dances-with-shellfish.html' title='Dances with shellfish.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5275906065946123278</id><published>2009-12-21T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T21:27:47.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>I got my first two chapters back from my advisor with annotations today.  I'm now grumpy.  I knew handing it in that there were some considerable problems.  I knew the form was bad, and that the points were not reached with clarity or even always purpose; and I'm trying hard to bear these things in mind while I mull over his recommendations.  I cannot help but think I've significantly diminished myself in his eyes.  Ultimately that doesn't matter, since the final product will redeem me (or I won't get a degree, I reckon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as seems always to be the case lately, I went home and the first thing I read applied directly to my worries.  Here is Adorno from the second section of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Minima Moralia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[epigraph:] "Where everything is bad it must be good to know the worst." --F.H.Bradley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Memento&lt;/span&gt; -- A first precaution for writers: in every text, every piece, every paragraph to check whether the central motif stands out clearly enough.  Anyone wishing to express something is so carried away by it that he ceases to reflect on it.  Too close to his intention, 'in his thoughts', he forgets to say what he wants to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No improvement is too small or trivial to be worthwhile.  Of a hundred alterations each may seem trifling or pedantic by itself; together they can raise the text to a new level.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes on to make several more good points, and I'm a little happier knowing much of my poor writing is my fault, rather than a result of my faults; that is, I don't think this is a problem of inadequacy but a sort of inattention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't say anything nasty in that whole post! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5275906065946123278?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5275906065946123278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5275906065946123278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5275906065946123278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5275906065946123278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/12/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2724459404268101092</id><published>2009-12-16T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:54:43.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness, two posts in one day is terribly unfashionable.  I should wait an hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a brilliant friend of mine today about religion and lingering narratives.  We talked about the problems with marriage, and the exchange economy that surrounds it, the pressure to conform and perform a gendered role, the appropriation of individuals in the interest of tradition, and, especially, the devaluation of lifestyles that do not involve participation in this sort of economy--whether by judicial force or personal choice.  OK we didn't talk about all that, but it's all implicated in what we did discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about the mysterious pleasure of religious ceremony: the reverence of a cathedral, the community of the call to prayer, etc.  It made me think of a cute song I had thought of posting without commentary.  I initially decided against putting it up because I had little to add to it, and because I get a little trigger happy with the facebook links.  With the added context of today's conversation, it seems more worth the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now almost all my friends are non-theists, either because they've thought about it and feel it's the position that best lets them be honest with themselves, or because they have not thought about it and it is simply who they are.  My coffee conversation is one of my few Christian friends, which face allows me the delightful opportunity to explore in dialogue experiences that I otherwise overlook.  In spite of my recent ramblings on religion, I hadn't thought much of late on what role religion may still play in my life.  Because I don't spend any time with Christians in a context that allows faith as an appropriate topic of conversation, I don't get asked why I celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Minchin is Australian, so Christmas comes for him in the summer.  He is also usually funnier than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCNvZqpa-7Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fCNvZqpa-7Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has something to do with why non-theists still have a stake in marriage, too.  The mysterious community of ritual is not merely religious (anthropologically speaking, it casts religion in the light of an accidental appendage).  Indeed, in addition to extending beyond the reach of religious discipline, it would too seem to surpass the proprietary structure of the traditional family.  The ritual that Minchin sings about is a singularity of support, the bare trace of a religious experience stripped of its judicial baggage.  If there is a thread of this in marriage, then there is some hope for divorcing that institution from its sordid past; better put, given this hypothesis, marriage in and of itself needs no help, it simply needs to be let free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surely goes without saying that so long as religion remains a negative theology it will not know how to do any good in this arena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2724459404268101092?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2724459404268101092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2724459404268101092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2724459404268101092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2724459404268101092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodness-two-posts-in-one-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7724579947611259366</id><published>2009-12-16T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:43:05.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dresden Codak</title><content type='html'>I cannot adequately express my admiration for this author.  No one else leaves me feeling quite so warm, yet I know I will have trouble sleeping tonight because of it.  Here is his latest piece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dresdencodak.com/2009/12/16/lantern-season/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+rsspect%2FfJur+%28Dresden+Codak%29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of it is also well worth exploring.  It is a very good idea to read the entire Hob series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7724579947611259366?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7724579947611259366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7724579947611259366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7724579947611259366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7724579947611259366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/12/dresden-codak.html' title='Dresden Codak'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1870358225941937002</id><published>2009-12-12T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:14:40.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, so years and years ago, back in my Santa Cruz days, an Indian artist called Panjabi MC had a song on the charts in the US called "Beware of the Boys."  Jay-Z got ahold of it and did a few verses over it, and the first time I heard it was when my alarm went off at some obscene hour; I was in one of those hazes where you're half asleep and sorta dreaming whatever you hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought I'd heard was Jay-Z blaming Ronald Reagan for September Eleventh (which is a pretty strong political statement, especially for a less political rapper like Hova).  I was pretty jazzed, so I told a friend or two about how rad that was.  Then when I heard the song later I never found section I'd heard when half asleep.  I concluded that I must have completely dreamed it.  After all, an NY mc as mainstream as Jay-Z isn't likely to start making aggressive claims about 9/11 only a year after it went down.  So from then on I would tell people the funny story about how I dreamed Jay-Z hated Reagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not sure if I just missed it every other time I heard the Jay-Z version of the song, or if it was censored on American Radio.  I never bought the CD, and was never a particularly big Jay-Z fan, so it's possible I just never payed close enough attention at the right time to catch it.  Pandora is using the full version, and I was taken aback to find that my dream was a reality.  Here's a transcription of verse two found online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ma, I ain't gotta tell you but it's ya boy Hov&lt;br /&gt;From the U.S., you just, lay down slow&lt;br /&gt;Catch ya boy minglin' in England, nettlin' in the Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;Checkin' in daily under aliases&lt;br /&gt;We rebellious, we back home, screamin' leave Iraq alone&lt;br /&gt;But all my soldiers in the field, I will wish you safe return&lt;br /&gt;But only love kills war when will they learn&lt;br /&gt;It's international Hov, I been havin' the flow&lt;br /&gt;Before Bin Laden got Manhattan to blow&lt;br /&gt;Before Ronald Reagan got Manhattan to blow&lt;br /&gt;Before I was cappin' it then back before&lt;br /&gt;Before we had it all day, poppin' in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;Cop one offa someone to give you more yey&lt;br /&gt;Yea, but that's another stor-ay&lt;br /&gt;But for now mami turn it around and let the boy play (Jay)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1870358225941937002?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1870358225941937002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1870358225941937002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1870358225941937002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1870358225941937002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-so-years-and-years-ago-back-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5161925745826569915</id><published>2009-11-23T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T17:21:47.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Healing Salve for my Temper</title><content type='html'>A website that you love as well as I prompted me to read up on the Salvation Army, courtesy of their own website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what they have to say about homosexuality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Homosexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salvation Army holds a positive view of human sexuality. Where a man and a woman love each other, sexual intimacy is understood as a gift of God to be enjoyed within the context of heterosexual marriage. However, in the Christian view, sexual intimacy is not essential to a healthy, full, and rich life. Apart from marriage, the scriptural standard is celibacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexual attraction to the same sex is a matter of profound complexity. Whatever the causes may be, attempts to deny its reality or to marginalize those of a same-sex orientation have not been helpful. The Salvation Army does not consider same-sex orientation blameworthy in itself. Homosexual conduct, like heterosexual conduct, requires individual responsibility and must be guided by the light of scriptural teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture forbids sexual intimacy between members of the same sex. The Salvation Army believes, therefore, that Christians whose sexual orientation is primarily or exclusively same-sex are called upon to embrace celibacy as a way of life. There is no scriptural support for same-sex unions as equal to, or as an alternative to, heterosexual marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, there is no scriptural support for demeaning or mistreating anyone for reason of his or her sexual orientation. The Salvation Army opposes any such abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with these convictions, the services of The Salvation Army are available to all who qualify, without regard to sexual orientation. The fellowship of Salvation Army worship is open to all sincere seekers of faith in Christ, and membership in The Salvation Army church body is open to all who confess Christ as Savior and who accept and abide by The Salvation Army's doctrine and discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scriptures: Genesis 2:23-24; Leviticus 18:22; Mark 2:16-17; Romans 1:26-27; Romans 5:8; I Corinthians 6:9-11; I Corinthians 13; Galatians 6:1-2; I Thessalonians 4:1-8; I Thessalonians 5:14-15; I Timothy 1:15-16; Jude 7&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ought to expect that when an organization begins its commentary on homosexuality by claiming a positive view of sex that the remainder of the commentary will reveal just the opposite.  I am confident that the contradictions in the above are clear enough for an attentive reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt from their stance on abortion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It [The Salvation Army] is opposed to abortion as a means of birth control, family planning, sex selection or for any reason of mere convenience to avoid the responsibility for conception. Therefore, when an unwanted pregnancy occurs, The Salvation Army advises that the situation be accepted and that the pregnancy be carried to term, and offers supportive help and assistance with planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salvation Army recognizes tragic and perplexing circumstances that require difficult decisions regarding a pregnancy. Such decisions should be made only after prayerful and thoughtful consideration, with appropriate involvement of the woman's family and pastoral, medical and other counsel. A woman in these circumstances needs acceptance, love and compassion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neatly bundled, this passage carries all the apologies of sexism and the dislike for women as intellectual and moral beings.  First, "the responsibility of conception": one does not ovulate with premeditation.  Given the persistent efforts of christian organizations to limit access to birth control (for example, cutting funding to and protesting Planned Parenthood; and advocating for abstinence-only education), equating conception with responsibility--and limiting this, too, by physiological necessity, to the responsibility of women--is at best patronizing, certainly and flagrantly underestimates the complexity of pregnancy, and at worst constitutes a violent appropriation of the bodies of women by the church.  This holds even if the Army does not itself actively discourage birth control; objective political reality denies any scrupulously made argument which equates responsibility to conception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second maneuver that acts to cut women off from agency with respect to their bodies is played softly here; while it is true that I may be over-reading, the point I would like to make here is surely applicable to other anti-choice arguments.  We may notice that, after patronizing the woman whom they fully intend to speak for, she is directed to be sure to seek first the council of God and her family, pastor and doctor.  Two of these people are men, one of whom likely doesn't exist and likelier still will not answer even the most sincere calls for help and advice, and the other is bound already to a dogmatic and unsympathetic refusal of consideration.  The other two are surely great resources (I ought not to sell pastors short in advance, but I'm being polemical, so indulge me) and I would of course suggest to anyone considering (and I mean that term strictly) and abortion to turn to just such people for sought-after advice.  But to suggest to know that a woman is incapable of deciding for herself what best to do with her body, after you yourself have already told her there is only one legitimate option (bearing the child) reveals the unspoken assumption that women--especially those irresponsible enough to have sex before first offering themselves up as a man's property, I mean getting married oops--lack the capacity for intelligent moral deliberation, and more specifically are stupid enough to hear you say "no never do this" and then take you seriously when you follow that up with "but if you want to anyway, be sure to ask for advice first" (This followup ought more properly to read: but be sure to give me enough time to guilt you into doing what you already have decided is wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize that my tone is a little strong; I'm cranky today and this is a good way to cheer me up.  I will happily acknowledge that the Salvation Army has done a great deal to help a great many, and that the policy stated on their website is to aid even those whom they feel behave immorally (like by having sex with the loved ones you won't let them marry).  There are surely better targets for my anger and frustration, and I will gladly indulge in being mean to them--I'm looking at you, Mark Driscoll, you misogynist, ignorant tool--and I apologize for making a charitable organization the object of my ridicule...though I'd be much happier if they'd also apologize for being bigots.  The ethical dilemma, dear reader, is yours to resolve: do you withhold your funding on the grounds of principle, or do you compromise by funding the good actions of an unethical organization (we all pay taxes after all).  I have the advantage of being too poor to worry about whom I give my money to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5161925745826569915?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5161925745826569915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5161925745826569915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5161925745826569915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5161925745826569915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/11/healing-salve-for-my-temper.html' title='A Healing Salve for my Temper'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1082518978612596528</id><published>2009-11-14T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:57:30.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responding to ethics.</title><content type='html'>This is sort of about two things that I've been pursuing the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I read part of a thread on Reddit reminding us of the common place claim on the part of theists that non-theists cannot account for ethics or morality in either their origins nor their content.  The leading comment thread at the time disrupts this accusation by pointing out both that it is not the purpose of non-theism to define ethics either historically or structurally, and that a theistic construction of ethics does not itself serve as a defense of theism.  Put slightly differently, the validity of a belief in a higher power does not validate the subsequent claims to moral truth, nor does the truth or falsity of a moral claim retroactively validate a belief in a higher power.  To claim that God must exist or else we are lost to moral relativism is a sad reflection indeed upon the strength of one's faith, and rather oddly subordinates belief to pragmatics, in a way that one might suppose most theists ought to find repulsive.  It seems, contrary to the theistic argument, that if faith indeed is the virtue in question then the question of ethics itself ought not to arise until after the question of God's existence has been resolved; to point to ethics as a reason for belief is to rather greatly discount belief itself, and ought to be regarded more properly as cynical, in the spirit of Pascal's Wager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says nothing whatever of the claim itself that religion (and implicitly this is Christianity, at least here in the US), and more specifically God, is the origin of ethics.  Now let us even be so bold now to leave aside the fact that any sophisticated and compassionate European/American theory of ethics is inevitably supported by a rich history of writers whose argumentation self-consciously avoids specific recourse to an originary text (read: The Bible).  Too, we shall leave behind the question of whether or not these men and women were theists, and whether or not there was even the possibility for them, culturally, of being avowedly non-theistic and heard at the same time.  We can instead explore the possibility of deriving ethics from The Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now this is a tired point by now, done to sleep if not death, so I will be brief.)  Presuming for a moment that The Bible is the (adultered or not) word of God, we are immediately faced with the question of how to resolve a seemingly impossible and lengthy set of contradictions, and not of the merely factual or historical sort, but of the sort pertaining directly to ethics.  The often bizarre dictates of Leviticus seem at odds with the terse list of generally pragmatic rules put forth in Exodus, though these, along with Numbers, etc., are superseded when Jesus tells us to put aside complex rules and merely love others as we love ourselves.  Why then the earlier books?  If God wrote the Book, why put in a passage that tells us not to listen to much of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kierkegaard gives us a troubling answer, and this leads me to the second thing on my mind.  In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fear and Trembling&lt;/span&gt; Kierkegaard closely reads the story of Abraham and Isaac, in which God tells Abraham to sacrifice Isaac on the mountain, and at the last second rescinds the order.  Kierkegaard remarks, as many others have, that if we ever found a modern-day Abraham, he would at best be shunned from decent society, and more than likely would face charges.  His conduct, in short, is unethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But K. won't leave this alone; there is something else going on here, and it goes by the name of Faith.  Derrida, reading Kierkegaard (in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gift of Death&lt;/span&gt;) points to silence, reminding us that Abraham told no one what he was about, or what God had told him (it is a little unclear in Derrida's text which points are his and which K.'s, and it's been too long since I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fear and Trembling&lt;/span&gt; to sort out the different points, so I'm going to allow these authors to drift together).  Abraham's silence (K.'s pseudonym for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;F+T&lt;/span&gt; was Johannes de Silencio) is an indication of the conflicts of two different sorts of responsibility: to the universal and to the absolute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hegelian (and Kantian) ethics, the ethical is determined by one's responsibility to the universal (in Kant this manifests as the categorical imperative): one submits one's actions to the universal collection of humanity for judgement, and when one's choices are disclosed, we, collectively, can see if they are ethical.  Further, we can judge their ethicality by determining whether or not the agent behaved responsibly with respect to the universal.  Responsibility is meant in all its senses.  In order to be responsible, to respond, to the universal, Hegel argues that we must practice full disclosure.  Secrecy is anathema to responsibility, and thus to ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet Abraham is silent.  This is due to the difference between the universal and the absolute.  Abraham's responsibility is not to the universal--he is not behaving how he would have everyone act, nor in a way that is "universally intelligible"--his responsibility is to the Absolute, to the divine.  And while responsibility to the universal requires full disclosure, responsibility to the absolute precludes it.  The absolute is unrepresentable, which places it outside the reach of language.  To speak one's responsibility to the absolute is to make it universal (see, for example, Hegel's preface to the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Phenomenology of Spirit&lt;/span&gt;, as well as Adorno's "Sacred Fragment").  As such, in order to be responsible to the absolute, one &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; be responsible to the universal.  In other words, acts of faith, religious acts, are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a priori&lt;/span&gt; unethical, in the strict sense.  For Kiekegaard this amounts to a new category; Abraham was unethical, but not wrong, because his faith superseded the ethical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a non-theist it is tempting to leave this here.  The story of Abraham, for those of us with no faith in God's existence, is rather abhorrent, and a chilling reminder of the length's to which faith can drive people.  And if faith is seen as a choice, then Kiekegaard's reasoning would point us rather clearly away from theism.  I can say with conviction, however, that my non-theism is not deliberate or optional; I do not believe, and have the option of owning that fact or lying to myself about it.  Others do believe, and presumably they are being honest when saying so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sticking point is this: if faith is not optional, but if religious behavior (responsibility to the absolute) is unethical, what is the proper stance with relation to theistic behavior?  In some senses, this is clear; where religion leads one to oppose gay rights, safe sex practices, and the right to abortion (etc.) its actions must be opposed--the ethical question with respect to these religious organizations is secondary at best; stopping them is the first priority.  But in all cases, the question of whether or not those who behave in accordance to a non-optional faith in the divine can properly be said to be wrong is complicated.  For Kiekegaard, this is clear (he was a theist): the religious supersedes the ethical.  For the non-theist, unethical religious behavior is symptomatic of a non-optional condition of faith, but while the actions themselves may or may not be condemned as unethical, the source of the decision lays outside the realm of choice, and cannot then be the object of ethical judgement: one is not responsible for one's faith, since faith is not a response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not mean this as an apologia for what problems faith has wrought, but more of an exploration of some of the problems of the intersection of faith and ethics, and primarily as an illumination of why it is absurd and unsound for theism to make claims to ethics, particularly when what passes for ethics in religious discourse avoids responsibility itself--that is, responsibility to origins, responsibility to reason, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&amp;id=798#comic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1082518978612596528?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1082518978612596528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1082518978612596528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1082518978612596528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1082518978612596528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/11/responding-to-ethics.html' title='Responding to ethics.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7829528409119238022</id><published>2009-11-02T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:09:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift Exchange</title><content type='html'>I've just finished the first section of a book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gift of Death&lt;/span&gt;, and want to put a few things down on keys before I forget what it's about.  Since I've been dealing a bit with religion here, I figure this is as good a place as any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrida hangs his first chapter on a reading of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_Patočka"&gt;Jan Patočka's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heretical Essays on the History of Philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;  Patocka is telling the story of the journey from the ancient demonic orgiastic, through Platonism, into Christianity.  This is the history of responsibility, which is written as identical to freedom (that is, you cannot be responsible for your actions if you are not free, and you cannot be free to choose unless you are made responsible for your choice.)  Platonic philosophy incorporates and subordinates the orgiastic by theorizing the "soul" (which we might read as a subject separate from the body, or desubjectified), which is introduced to responsibility by its relation to "the abstract Good," a similarly extra-objective essence.  Christianity in turn reverses and represses (and therefore also retains) the Platonic model by introducing the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mysterium tremendum&lt;/span&gt;, the terrifying mystery of God, whose gaze arrests us, but who is always outside our own vision.  The gaze of God (strangely Derrida avoids the term "God") arrests us not from without, but internally, and replaces (incompletely and in excess) Plato's "Good" (it exceeds the Good both in its capacity to elude witness and in its ability to judge).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is with the Good that we become immortal, or rather that we gain death as a gift.  Patocka says "Platonic 'conversion' makes the gaze upon the Good itself possible.  This gaze is immutable, eternal like the Good... It is, for the first time in history, an immortality of the individual, since it is interior, since it is inseparable from its own fulfillment.  The Platonic doctrine of the immortality of the soul is the result of a confrontation between the orgiastic and responsibility." (114, 12 in Derrida)  Immortality is granted through identification with the Good.  Christianity retains immortality, but the direction of the Gaze is reversed: we, our souls, are the objects.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too, Plato's constitution of the soul, and Christianity's borrowing of this constituted concept, amounts to a new relation to death, a vigilance over and anticipation of death, and as a result the soul, the subject, becomes a philosopher: "Philosophy isn't something that comes to the soul by accident, for it is nothing other than this vigil over death that watches out for death and watches over death, as if over the very life of the soul.  The psyche of life, as breath of life, as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pneuma&lt;/span&gt;, only appears out of this concerned anticipation of dying." (15)  This comes as a result of the responsibility/freedom afforded the soul by its new relation to the Good, and later to the gaze of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Patocka, the point of this exploration is to uncover the reason for the decline of European civilization.  Tacitly taking a cue from postmodernists, Patocka points to WWII, where we lost so much (Patocka was born in 1907, so this means quite a bit more for him than it possibly could for me).  The loss Patocka is interested in is the front, the zone of combat where two opposing sides meet and become one: "the loss of the frong [:]...the disappearance of this confrontation which allowed one to identify the enemy and even and especially to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;identify with&lt;/span&gt; the enemy.  After the Second World War, as Patocka might say in the manner of Carl Schmitt, one loses the image or face of the enemy, one loses the war and perhaps, from then on, the very possibility of politics." (19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is disturbing indeed.  On the one hand, I am sympathetic; we can read the above quotation as identifying a change in government technology, in the sense that changes in the manner of conducting war--conducting war without fronts--prevent the domestic population and members of the army from identifying with the enemy (though I suspect this is more a question of creating a mythic history of the front than about identifying a substantive change in our ability to relate to those for whose deaths we vote).  On the other hand, this hypothesizes our mode of warfare as determining the moral quality of civilization, rather than supposing that our capacity for war--rather than the style in which we conduct it--indicates an inadequacy in our politics of morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patocka's solution is equally disturbing: he suggests that the decline of European civilization can be stemmed not simply by a return to or resurgence of Christianity, but by a more complete thematization of it, which is to say by actually becoming Christian (which to date, he seems to say, we have not quite yet done).  Derrida explores the implications of this call by examining the paradox of responsibility, since Patocka's claim is that Christianity, through the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mysterium tremendum&lt;/span&gt;, is the ultimate avenue for responsibility.  Now on the one hand, responsibility is necessarily a question of knowledge, "For if it is true that the concept of responsibility has, in the most reliable continuity of its history, always implied involvement n action, doing, a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;praxis&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; that exceeds simple conscience or simple theoretical understanding, it is also true that the same concept requires a decision or responsible action to answer for itself &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;consciously&lt;/span&gt;, that is, with knowledge of a thematics of what is done..." (25)  However, because the link between theory and practice is irreducible, responsibility will always function outside of knowledge: "It will have to decide without it, independently from knowledge; that will be the condition of a practical idea of freedom.  We should therefore conclude that not only is the thematization of the concept of responsibility always inadequate but that it is always so because it must be so." (26) I'm getting a little muddled down in the text, but we might summarize by saying that responsibility relies on knowledge to function, but must operate independently of knowledge (which is theoretical, not empirical--this is a Kantian distinction, and runs contrary to certain more conventional definitions of knowledge), or else our actions become pre-programmed, a mere result of circumstances and therefore neither free nor responsible in the sense meant by Patocka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is bed time, so I won't track down the last bit of this thread--though I expect it would do better to read the next chapter and see if Derrida himself elaborates it further.  I will end with a tangentially related quotation that Patocka takes from Durkheim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The aptitude of society for setting itself up as a god or for creating gods was never more apparent than during the first years of the French Revolution.  At the time, in fact, under the influence of  the general enthusiasm, things purely laical by nature were transformed by public opinion into sacred things: these were the Fatherland, Liberty, Reason. (22)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7829528409119238022?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7829528409119238022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7829528409119238022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7829528409119238022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7829528409119238022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/11/gift-exchange.html' title='Gift Exchange'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4645336579972201065</id><published>2009-10-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:58:57.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd write a brief followup, followed by a lengthy excursus, to the atheist/agnostic distinction, largely because my position has changed a bit.  I think it is important to acknowledge the mutable and sometimes contradictory possible uses of any single word, and these two, politically charged as they are, are exemplary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are surely as many forms of atheism as there are thinking atheists, we can usefully suppose them to fall into two broad camps: those who believe there is no god, and those who don't believe there is a god.  Both camps can be described as not believing, or as being a-theistic.  Agnostics too have two similar sects: those who do not know if there is a god, and those who have not decided if they think there is a god.  Again, both follow from etymology: members of either camp would say they do not know, they are a-gnostic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows then that there are both gnostic atheists and agnostic atheists, and that there are agnostic atheists and agnostic fence-sitters.  This is what I think Mike means when he says that atheism and agnosticism are not mutually exclusive.  Using this rubric, it would be accurate to say I am an atheistic agnostic--I do not believe there is a god and I do not know.  For me, this non-knowledge is a structural inevitability (as is the non-belief), and I, in my more arrogant moods, occasionally go so far as to suppose that this inevitability is a result of the human condition--that is, we are all atheistic agnostics, but some of us lie to ourselves better than others.  This last position is fairly weak (and often insincere) and requires something like a stable intellectual identity from which to divine a "real" belief (or lack thereof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was the brief part.  Now I'm going to irritate you a little, if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Mike posted his response, I happened upon a fun little book by Lyotard called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Differend.&lt;/span&gt;   Here is the book's first sentence: "As distinguished from a litigation, a differend would be a case of conflict, between (at least) two parties, that cannot be equitably resolved for lack of a rule of judgment applicable to both arguments."  My reasons for writing about this now are immediately apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyotard discusses the structure of these parties in terms of modes of discourse, or phrase regimens.  A given regimen dictates what can or cannot be logically said, and when different regimens come into contact, contradiction or conflict is inevitable.  In such situations, if a member of one party feels she has been wronged but cannot express or support this claim in terms acceptable to the other party's phrase regimen, she becomes a victim; whatever harm done her is invisible to the party that inflicted it.  Lyotard's favorite examples are holocaust deniers (who construct their phrase regimen in such a way that proof becomes impossible) and labor disputes (in which case the language of capitalism prohibits the thinking of the individual as anything but a commodity).  A feminist might just as easily have talked about rape (the case of Haliburton, and other contractors who oblige employees not to sue in the event of rape, comes to mind), and in the present discussion we could talk about atheists or Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this touches on a few things, and I fear I won't be able to address any of them adequately yet.  Here are a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I've made it in the book (which I'm afraid I'll have to conclude a degree or so later) there are few ways indeed to avoid the victimization that comes from a differend.  One is to have an arbitrator, whom both parties agree will resolve the difference fairly.  This amounts to subsuming both phrase regimens under a third.  A second possibility is for both parties to act in good faith to resolve the difference (Lyotard's example is Socrates).  Now the problem with both of these solutions is convincing a party with a disproportionate advantage to accept a mediator, or conversely for a weaker (but not too weak) party to refuse to act in good faith (think Republicans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outset this problem is seen as insurmountable.  Thus the books "problem": "Given 1) the impossibility of avoiding conflicts (the impossibility of indifference) and 2) the absence of a universal genre of discourse to regulate them (or if you prefer, the inevitable partiality of the judge): to find, if not what can legitimate judgment (the 'good' linkage), then at least how to save the honor of thinking."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of this, as presented here, is rather cliché; I don't mean to be revealing tremendous truths.  Anyone with a little common sense will notice that schools of thought clash with one another and that resolution, especially on a large political scale, happens at the expense of someone who often cannot tell you all about it. But I am drawn tot his particular presentation for two reasons: one is the ease with which Lyotard allows us to link (in terms of power relationships) fascism, capitalism, misogyny, and certain forms of theism; the other is its deliberate distancing of ethics (which is essentially the context for the book) from humanism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should elaborate what I mean in the first case.  We are now all to familiar with the anger and bigotry of the religion of love.  Many of our more wrathful religious compatriots delightedly malign even the most well-meaning non-theists, as if the anticipation of God's vengeance were too much to bear.  Still others, who hide their disgust behind a mask of liberalism, condescend to pity our empty lives, and wonder at how we can even get up in the morning, much less appreciate beauty and joy, without His Helping Hand.  When in discourse with these folk, there is naught but the differend; every utterance from either party passes those of the other like so many flying Dutchmen.  But it really is "every" from "either."  We must take care, as I have not necessarily done here, not to act in bad faith ourselves.  There are some religious phrase regimens that function fully outside of the rationalism many non-theists hold in common, and we do well to remember that this does not, in itself, delegitimate either religion or these specific phrase regimens (though it also does nothing to legitimate them).  There is instead a structural dissonance between many theists and many non-theists that cannot be resolved.  The battle should remain (and for many is) against an encroaching theism, one that creeps up on our schools and courthouses.  (This is not written with anyone in mind, though now that it's written, it calls to mind, but does not fairly characterize, some of Hitchens' more vitriolic outbursts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last point I'd like to make is in relation to humanism.  Humanism remains, for many marxists and non-theists, a critical ideology, but Lyotard, amongst others (Althusser has some interesting fairly early writing on the subject, and Deleuze is where I'd send anyone looking for something far-reaching) does a good job of claiming ethics for anti-humanism.  Here is a portion of the "Stakes" of his book: "To refute the prejudice anchored in the reader by centuries of humanism and of 'human sciences' that there is 'man,' that there is 'language,' that the former makes use of the latter for his own ends, and that if he does not succeed in attaining these ends, it is for want of good control over language 'by means' of a 'better' language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyotard means this mainly in defense of the working class, and I draw attention to it for two reasons.  One is highlight the importance of atheist agnosticism for feminism and marxism.  The agnostic position is an acknowledgment of both the limits of knowledge and of discourse; there will always be something outside our experience, and we must not try to speak for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason is almost an apologia for theism.  The inability to articulate one's position, either in one's own phrase regimen or (especially) in someone else's, does not amount to a failure of mastery.  Language is not a tool used by humans, it is part of what humans are (eliding questions of ontology).  Some truths (and I use the word mistakenly) do not translate, and it is not incumbent upon those who submit that they have been wronged to explain to us in our terms what the wrong was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting dangerously close to a position I do not espouse.   I do not mean to say that there is an oppressed religious majority in the US, or that allowance must be made for I.D. with respect to evolution.  Indeed, most of what I've said is much more pertinent when the non-theist is in the position of the wronged--people don't often get fired or receive death threats for being christian, and when they do it's not from non-theists.  What I mean to say is that we must take care not to become what assails us, and that Lyotard's work to move beyond humanism provides a beneficial support against this possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize too for any (logical or otherwise) inconstancies.  I compose these things stream of consciousness, and reserve my editing for things that might end up in ink.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4645336579972201065?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4645336579972201065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4645336579972201065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4645336579972201065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4645336579972201065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-thought-id-write-brief-followup.html' title='Record'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4361750622441736570</id><published>2009-10-10T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:18:26.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hitch</title><content type='html'>I've been watching a bit of Christopher Hitchens lately.  I was slow to warm to him because up until a few days ago I'd only seen a few sound bites--most of them from QandA sessions or open-form debates--and his overly aggressive rhetoric turned me off a bit.  In my experience the closer someone strays to the ad hominem, the less likely they are to be useful.  However, I came across an extended lecture followed by a non-threatening set of questions, and I was won over a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.abc.net.au/tv/fora/stories/2009/10/06/2706358.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon the strange file format.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it a few days ago, and I'm trying to recollect some of my impressions.  If I'm off a bit, I apologize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I'll say that a large part of what drew me in was his disciplinary background.  Unlike Dawkins--who too can be a bit more abrasive than is helpful (that is, the strength of the position speaks for itself, and those who fail to grasp it won't be helped along by abuse)--who is a scientist, and who I believe teaches something like science education; Hitchens' grounding is in philosophy.  He was at Oxford or Cambridge or some such during 68, and belonged to a Marxist group, and knows a fair thing or two about Hegel's and Marx's critiques of knowledge and religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his approach to critiquing religion has some similarities to my own, and as such it is easy for me to like him.  The thing coming to mind now that bothered me a bit about his discussion is the question of Agnosticism.  Like many so-called militant atheists, Hitchens sees agnosticism as giving too many concessions to religion.  Atheists, again if I'm piecing this together correctly, see that there is no serious evidence pointing to the existence of the divine, and conclude that lacking evidence the most reasonable thing to presume is non-existence.  There is something safe about this (and I suspect something both too easy and too timid), and exploring it by analogy lends it support, if of an only weakly logical sort: there is no evidence that lettuce sings and dances when unobserved, and so we are inclined to believe it does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However (and here is where I would unfetter myself from Hitchens' fundamentally humanist moorings), each analogic comparison elides an important distinction when discussing the divine, and that is divinity.  The divine as it is often defined occupies a different category from the formal and material.  (Though we do need to take care: we are talking about the divine as it is defined.  When we say "divinity" we have to acknowledge it  as  always already not divinity itself, but a more or less reified and entrenched construction.  But we will leave this problematic aside for now.)  Popular synonyms include the infinite (Kiekegaard, particularly) and the supernatural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we can say we know that lettuce does not sing and dance while we're away because when we do see it it is constantly and consistently vegetative.  Any other conclusion leads to paralyzing absolute empiricism (and backgammon).  But the divine, as supernatural, is not something we observe most of the time and not others, but something we observe not at all.  As a category it is something for which we have no sense-able experience. either positive or negative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, where we to encounter the divine in an empirical fashion, were the divine to become quantifiable or qualifiable, the breach of category would dissolve divinity into materiality.  The supernatural would be merely natural, and ostensibly science could take care of the rest.  Divinity, or the infinite in this loose sense of the word, is not only illusively unvarifiable (like the singing lettuce), but structurally so (which gets into some serious problems regarding omnipotence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the atheistic thesis is correct, then the unvarifiability of the divine, which is a categorical necessity, demonstrates its non-existence (or at least impels us to claim non-existence).  But  knowing non-existence violates unvarifiability, which in turn disintegrates the category of the divine (this is the equivalent of saying that science claims as its domain not only all knowledge, but everything; those categories which operate outside this particular economy are not merely problematic but invalid).  In effect, those things which elude empirical verification are removed from the equation not merely on the ontological level--which is problematic to consider already, given the conflict between, to use our current example, the divine and formed matter--but categorically: we cannot explore the existence of the divine because we are denied the condition of possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But agnosticism of the sort I practice takes this double-bind to heart.  We have, for better or for worse, a concept of the divine.  Because the logic of divinity operates outside that of scientific empiricism, it can be correct neither to claim a set of religious beliefs nor to assert the non-existence of God.  Simply put, if we are going to continue to use the category of the divine (and saying "atheist" does just this) we cannot too say that the divine does not exist due to lack of empirical evidence.  This is a category error, just as surely as we are in error to look upon the beauty of nature or the cosmos and proceed from there to wax religious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4361750622441736570?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4361750622441736570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4361750622441736570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4361750622441736570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4361750622441736570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/10/hitch.html' title='The Hitch'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-701262380835084275</id><published>2009-10-05T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:48:07.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doves</title><content type='html'>So we've all seen, probably, the Dove Self-Esteem Fund ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rSjh52fGTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7rSjh52fGTg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a good thing, that I'm going to nit-pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the name.  Self-esteem?  The message seems not to be "you're beautiful," but "it's ok that you're not as pretty as the girls in the ads."  Since that standard is synthetic (computer enhanced, with the aid of a specialized makeup team and quite a bit of time), you shouldn't feel bad about not being as good as the girl on the billboard.  After all, even the model isn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me the tack should not be that the popular standard of beauty is unattainable, but that it's undesirable.  If this is our focus then "self-esteem" is no longer the central issue--focusing on self-esteem is too close to saying "you're not pretty enough, but it's not your fault, so it's ok to love yourself anyway."  The focus ought to be on beauty and health, with the former understood as non-normative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is disconcerting that the image we pressure women to mold themselves to is impossible.  But it is equally disconcerting that we basically have only one image.  Surely there is something to be said for difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-701262380835084275?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/701262380835084275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=701262380835084275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/701262380835084275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/701262380835084275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/10/doves.html' title='Doves'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4300659477082316305</id><published>2009-09-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:57:46.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nate Silver over at Fivethirtyeight.com has a post up on Glenn Beck as a Post-modern Conservative.  Because I have enough on my plate as it is with postmodernism, I won't comment either way on this claim.  What caught my attention was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Nor is it so clear that traditional (circa 1980-2006) American conservativism is particularly more self-consistent -- why, for instance, does it tolerate government intervention in the bedroom, if it considers it so imperative that government stay out of the boardroom?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the comments thread, someone points out that progressives simply reverse the paradigm: bedrooms should be free while boardrooms should be regulated.  Thus if Silver really values freedom in both settings, his position is much more libertarian than progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The implication here is that progressives are no more concerned with freedoms than are conservatives, but I don't think this is quite right.  The problem is in the rhetoric, not the superstructure.  Conservatives define government intervention as bad, and rally against government regulation of business, multi-lateral diplomacy (where presumably negotiations interfere with the will of the American people), and even a federal presence in the healthcare industry.  This last reveals the rhetorical rather than structural nature of the position when we find multiple people at right-wing rallies carrying signs that say things like "Keep your government off my Medicare."  But this rhetoric fizzles when it comes to  the bedroom or the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressives, on the other hand, organize their rhetoric around...progress.  It's not good (enough) how it is now, so let's fix it.  The driving force behind this rhetorical stance is that of humanism: through the application of reason and communication humans can improve the situation of all members of society.  Because humanism's aim is inclusive of all humans, it looks for betterment for all those considered human.  This means staying most of the way out of the bedroom (drawing the line at consent rather than normativity), but it also means staying in the boardroom, if for no other reason than to observe (with the possibility of intervention) those who wield power over the disenfranchised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressives will use the language of liberty and freedom, but in the service of human progress, not as a point unto itself.  The ideal of humanism is a state in which we are all free, but a responsible humanist is not so naive as to believe that absolute freedom now will beget absolute freedom tomorrow.  As such progressives (think Jimmy Carter here) are more likely to talk about sacrifice and hard work and helping hands, while conservatives will talk about self-reliance while they release the dogs on the poor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4300659477082316305?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4300659477082316305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4300659477082316305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4300659477082316305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4300659477082316305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/09/nate-silver-over-at-fivethirtyeight.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7018119165088904673</id><published>2009-09-19T22:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:24:08.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Form Matters.</title><content type='html'>I'm reading Patricia Carpenter's "Musical Form Regained," which is a response to an article I haven't read by Joan Stambaugh called "Music as a Temporal Form."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to skip almost all the particulars; they're quite specific to Stambaugh's article and as such not worth engaging without recourse to the earlier paper.  I do want to pause on one idea Carpenter alludes to.  It's fairly novel, and perhaps, from most folk's point of view, worth remarking upon at all, but it is a useful reminder, and I like it for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stambaugh, it would seem, has arrived at a theory of music in which form is achieved through pure materiality.  The feminist in me impulsively rejoices: in the Platonic system, matter is the always already subordinate, playing the part of the silenced domestic matron (whose etymological root is surely not coincidental), while the double pincers of form and content dominate the spoken domain.  A theory of music as purely material, or even as totally subordinating form to matter, is alluring (shades of Kristeva make one balk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Carpenter chides Stambaugh for overreaching.  "But as a picture of music, it is one-sided: form, structure, and objectivity are slighted." (37)  This is not a reactionary rebellion against giving matter its due, but a reminder that matter cannot be given the place of form at the total expense of the latter.  Reversing the imbalance is not the same as redressing.  In Irigaray's terms, the feminist project is not, cannot be, about replacing a phallocratic system with a gynocratic one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be sure: Carpenter is not talking about feminism, but only aesthetics and philosophy.  I'm over-reading as a way to remind myself against extremism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7018119165088904673?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7018119165088904673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7018119165088904673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7018119165088904673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7018119165088904673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/09/form-matters.html' title='Form Matters.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-9157133038818453912</id><published>2009-09-15T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:28:01.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had the greatest Star Wars dream ever.  It's all narrated by Leia, talking to Han.  While the allianace is working to take down the death star, she uncovers documents about a fanatic religious organization that is taking steps at the same time to get rid of the Empire.  The cult has a plan to assassinate crucial heads of state (planetary governers and key military figures, including Darth Vader) in order to bring about a New World Order with messianic implications.  Although toppling the Empire is nice and all, the sinister aims of the shadowy cult are too grave to risk, and the rebels are the only ones who know its secret.  In order to save the galaxy, they have to put a stop to assassination plots, but put pieces of the puzzle together too late: key political figures have already started turning up dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-9157133038818453912?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/9157133038818453912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=9157133038818453912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/9157133038818453912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/9157133038818453912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-just-had-greatest-star-wars-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5197410739007893377</id><published>2009-08-31T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:05:24.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A movie review?'/><title type='text'>Gigantic plug</title><content type='html'>I want to take just a second to plug a movie I saw that I liked.  Lately I've noticed that I don't really like very many movies, and a large part of this is because of the rather silly and plain ways they nearly uniformly treat romance.  With few exceptions, a movie's narrative is driven by a man and a woman discovering their love for one another, and also nearly always this requires both of them to mold their behavior better to suit our collective prescriptions for how a couple ought to behave (which is why these stories inevitably end with the beginning: once domesticated, the dissonance between the couple and society at large is resolved).  "Gigantic" is something of an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only something.  I will avoid spoilers as best I can, since it's unlikely any of you've seen it.  What seems to've captivated me is that although the story is told from the male lead's perspective, he is not the protagonist.  It is Zooey Deschanelle's (sp) character who must overcome her hurdle, and while almost no narrative time is spent on her concerns (you only meet four of her acquaintances, as opposed to nine for the man) (I forget the male actor's name, and it's omitted only for this reason)--while almost no narrative time is spent on her, all the dramatic tension, all the dissonance, ultimately is hers to resolve.  The rather sneaky way the movie works her into the viewer's focus is quite surprising, when it finally comes to bear, and emotionally quite successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that irks me a little--though maybe this too is positive from some perspectives--is how boring the two are as a couple.  One gets the impression that the only thing they see in each other is a mutual awkward- and hotness.  Maybe this is on purpose, to make them easier to relate to and to allow them more easily to be representative, but the simultaneous effect is irritation.  One almost wants them to fail, since seeing them together offers no charm.   It nearly says that physical attraction is the only arbiter in mate selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's a cute little indie film--and I do not generally like independent films any more than dependent films--and worth your two hours.  The homeless guy is a fun twist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5197410739007893377?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5197410739007893377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5197410739007893377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5197410739007893377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5197410739007893377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/08/gigantic-plug.html' title='Gigantic plug'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-8111014655510970466</id><published>2009-07-19T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:12:40.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss representation.</title><content type='html'>Found a useful article on Reddit: http://www.badscience.net/2009/07/asking-for-it/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an anecdotal account of journalists willfully or ignorantl--but obviously, either way--misrepresenting academic research.  In this case, the beginnings of a dissertation project on the behavior of intoxicated heterosexual men was reported under the title, "Women who dress provocatively more likely to be raped, claim scientists."  This was printed in spite of the facts that the study had no statistically significant data to support this quesiton, the lead researcher had made no such claim, and (in someways most significant for me) the research in question was the preliminary phase of an unpublished (read: not yet peer reviewed) dissertation project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But there is a second, less obvious problem. Repeatedly, unpublished work – often of a highly speculative and eye-catching nature – is shepherded into newspapers by the press officers of the British Psychological Society, and other organisations. A rash of news coverage and popular speculation ensues, in a situation where nobody can read the academic work. I could only get to the reality of what was measured, and how, by personally tracking down and speaking to an MSc student about her dissertation on the phone. In any situation this would be ridiculous, but in a sensitive area such as rape it is blind, irresponsible, coverage-hungry foolishness.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-8111014655510970466?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/8111014655510970466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=8111014655510970466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8111014655510970466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8111014655510970466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-representation.html' title='Miss representation.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3549435398567406805</id><published>2009-07-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:37:11.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kantian humility</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to a podcast I found of Dr. Susan Stuart giving undergad lectures on Kant.  In her first lecture, she mentions something called "Kantian humility," which is apparently not Kant's term.  Some background, as I understand it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might poorly summarize Kant by saying there are three kinds of stuff.  There is reason, which is a purely internal process of intellectual activity; there is the sensible world (sensible in that we sense it); and there is the noumenal world.  Reason, the domain of a priory judgments and such, cannot happen without interaction in with the sensible world.  First one senses, then one understands, then one can reason (the middle term here does not correspond to the above triple).  A priory reason is possible, but is also always rooted in some encounter with the sensible.  The nouminal world is off limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now apparently Kant's work (or at least the Critique of Pure Reason), serves two polemical purposes: it refutes rationalists and empiricists.  The former, typified by George Berkeley (though the more popular Descartes is amongst their number) skeptically discount all sensible encounters, supposing that the eye can deceive you, and you shouldn't trust it.  Kant argues counter to this that we cannot begin to reason purely without sensible event (how can I count if I've never seen discrete objects?).  The latter set, the empiricists, include Locke and Hume.  Pure empiricists argue that while we can see what looks like causality, experience does not logically lead to axioms or principles.  Hume says that though we may see the sun rise every morning, we cannot logically infer from that that the sun will again rise tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart summarizes by saying that Rationalists believe that the world is fundamentally disjunct from the mind, while empiricists believe that the world shapes the mind through experience.  So on the one hand the mind and experience are disjunct (the latter may not even truly exist), and on the other hand the mind is wholly contingent upon experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kantian revolution is this: it is not so much that the world orders and shapes the mind, but that the mind orders and shapes the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, but what about humility?  By Kantian humility Stuart means the refusal to claim knowledge over the noumenal.  Locke, apparently, errs in this respect, and rather brashly claims to know objective but non-experiential attributes.  Kant says we cannot do this; the noumenal is marked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This resonates with my approach to agnosticism, but not in a way that makes me wholly pleased.  On the one hand, I agree in principle that it is irresponsible and dishonest to make claims, totalizing, moralizing or otherwise, about that which is permanently extra-experiential.  On the other hand, I am disquieted by the fundamentally theistic origins of this prohibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By saying that we must be humble, or meek, and not make claims for the noumenal (or the real, or the Ideal, or what have you), we presuppose that there *is* a noumenal world; agnosticism based on this prohibition is perhaps not really agnosticism after all, but rather a sort of overly reverential theism (though perhaps a pleasantly antisocial one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't offer here any solid reason to distrust theism (presuming humility).  Also I need to sleep so for now I won't go on any further I think.  Suffice it to say that a certain poststructural critique of the situation would, I expect, undermine the assumption of the noumenal itself.  Provisionally, I'd say that saying there is a noumenal world always already prohibits the sort of humility that Kant is supposed (by Stuart) to be advocating (though this may be a result of the epistemological limits of his time).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3549435398567406805?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3549435398567406805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3549435398567406805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3549435398567406805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3549435398567406805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/07/kantian-humility.html' title='Kantian humility'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1443400373633987721</id><published>2009-07-14T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:35:34.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Žižek</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GD69Cc20rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_GD69Cc20rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is somewhat long, but an interesting listen.  Žižek is a widely-read (and in most circles well-respected) Marxist intellectual, talking here about what Marxism should be busy about.  He seems to have stage fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get to the joke about the Mongolian and are put off, stick around until the last few minutes; he offers a useful explanation.  I don't think I'll go in for a large-scale commentary, in part because I'm not really equipped to, and in part because he's all over the place.  The two main points I take away from this are the need for solidarity on the left (not uniformity, but an acknowledgment that most of the problems confronting leftism in its various forms--Marxism, feminism, etc.--are systemic); and the need for suspicion in the face of stop-gap measures and partial solutions (capitalism w/ a human face, he says).  These are both closely tied, and are talking points not only amongst Marxists, but feminists as well.  The point of view, which I believe stems form Adorno (and probably others, but Žižek starts there too), is that the problems--violence, e.g.--are systemic in their current manifestations to capitalism (or patriarchy), but too that capital and patriarchy don't offer a facilely homogeneous superstructure which can be either easily conceived of or easily toppled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I like the energy, and the pessimistic optimism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1443400373633987721?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1443400373633987721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1443400373633987721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1443400373633987721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1443400373633987721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/07/zizek.html' title='Žižek'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5701792277353994762</id><published>2009-06-30T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:43:55.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:)</title><content type='html'>Today I'm wearing my The Watchmen T, which has as yellow smiley face with a blood splatter to the left of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deadlinehollywooddaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/watchmen_smiley.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.deadlinehollywooddaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/watchmen_smiley.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barista at my favorite too-christian café commented on how I must having a kind of nice day (but not quite because of the blood); he did not seem to recognize the logo. I thought about explaining, but did not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from a movie, and does not necessarily advocate violence against Walmart.  Personally, I believe non-violent action is sufficient to take on the W, but it must take the form of both abstinence and activism.  I do my part in the former: I do not shop there (easy for me, since it's 30 miles away).  Activism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My activism has been voting for Obama, which my turn out not to be enough.  We will see.  I voted for Obama in part because he advocates for nation-wide public health care.  Offering a publicly funded health insurance option might be the most popular thing the government could do to combat large business like Walmart.  Low-income consumers would have larger budget constraints, and small businesses would be more competitive in the marketplace, since they wouldn't have to bear as much of the cost when it comes to benefits.  These two factors, in my naive mind, combine to allow Walmart shoppers the option of shopping elsewhere.  Maybe.  It's a nice shirt, though it's a little small for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5701792277353994762?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5701792277353994762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5701792277353994762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5701792277353994762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5701792277353994762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='.:)'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7233072389243354782</id><published>2009-06-22T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:37:30.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos, II</title><content type='html'>Robert Morris's "Notes on Sculpture" parts I and II are a pair of analytical essays from 1966 concerned with producing an art of wholeness.  Part II engages intimacy, size, and detail; Morris asserts that sculpture ought to be public rather than intimate, and that small scale and detail disrupt publicness (and foster intimacy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the consecutive sentences that I want to work through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One is more aware than before that he himself is establishing relationships as he apprehends the object from various positions, and under various conditions of light and spacial context." &lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;"Every internal relationship, whether it be set up by a structural division, a rich surface, or what have you, reduces the public, external quality of the object and tends to eliminate the viewer to the degree that these details pull him into an intimate relation with the work and out of the space in which the object exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bothered by what seems to be a bit of a contradiction here.  In the first excerpt, Morris argues for a new sculpture that encourages active viewer participation: the viewer circulate through the object's space, establishing (bodily) relationships between the space, the viewer, and the object.  This seems to me a pretty intimate scenario.  In the second excerpt, the structural, internal relationships of the object itself pose an artistic problem because they create intimacy with the viewer and (as is clarified earlier) pull the sculpture apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The provisional resolution would seem that Morris understands intimacy much differently than I do.  For Morris, intimacy-producing objects are seductive and lead to the disruption and disillusion of the art object into its component parts.  Intimacy is scary.  Intimacy is castrating.  I think I'll stop there and get back to reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Morris clarifies his conscious (that's a dangerous word) intentions (that one is too!) toward the end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While the work must be autonomous in the sense of being a self-contained unit for the formation of the gestalt, the indivisible and undissolvable whole, the major aesthetic terms are not in but dependent upon this autonomous object and exist as unfixed variable that find their specific definition in the particular space and light and physical viewpoint of the spectator.  Only one aspect of the work is immediate: the apprehension of the gestalt.  The experience of the work necessarily exists in time.  The intention is diametrically opposed to Cubism with its concern for simultaneous views in one plane." (234)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is intimacy bad? Why is wholeness good? Why is it now important for the viewer to take time to view the piece from multiple angles?  Because now we're making Real American Art!  Abstract expressionism, David Smith, Anthony Caro... they're all just cubists in new clothes.  NOS I and II are Morris's argument for his art being the real first American art.  Cocky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7233072389243354782?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7233072389243354782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7233072389243354782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7233072389243354782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7233072389243354782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/06/nos-ii.html' title='Nos, II'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1460799714020801356</id><published>2009-06-19T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:17:00.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t own a car :( I was picking a friend up from the airport in her car.'/><title type='text'>Balling</title><content type='html'>So I was using this restroom in this cute little café in Greenwood, and I found a spider in the corner, sitting in its web.  I balled up a very small scrap of TP and dropped it from above into the web, taking care to not hit the spider.  The first dashed expectation was that it would just fall right through; on the contrary, it stuck right in front of the little critter.  My second dashed expectation was that the spider would ignore it, since it wasn't struggling or a bug.  But just as I prepared my second volley, the spider started biting the wee wad over and over, and then started turning it over.  I'm not sure whether the the spider was clumsy, the paper was too slippery, or if my friend simply got wise to the ruse, but in about a minute, the TP had escaped, though was a little drowsy from all the venom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1460799714020801356?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1460799714020801356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1460799714020801356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1460799714020801356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1460799714020801356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/06/balling.html' title='Balling'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2875277624876042047</id><published>2009-06-16T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:52:14.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Not My Beautiful House,</title><content type='html'>Have you ever driven up to a crowded red light, were there are lots of cars in every lane but one, and that one lane is a turn lane, and it's your turn lane, so you pull into it, and you wonder, What am I doing with my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2875277624876042047?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2875277624876042047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2875277624876042047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2875277624876042047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2875277624876042047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-not-my-beautiful-house.html' title='This is Not My Beautiful House,'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1242924584569331716</id><published>2009-05-24T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T01:34:51.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D and G music factory</title><content type='html'>So I'm lying awake at night, thinking about what sort of questions I'll have to field at my defense... like 98 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't you talk more about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Thousand Plateaus&lt;/span&gt;?  Especially the question of the refrain, with relation to the high degree of repetition in minimalist music."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for asking that question, Jon.  This is something I considered doing, but ultimately decided against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A talk was given a couple of years ago at a conference dedicated to minimalist music, that quite articulately warned against the facile conjunction of minimalism and Deleuze.  The first stimulus for this reflex is Deleuze's old book, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Difference and Repetition&lt;/span&gt;, but several other moments in D.'s output suggest the same connection.  One of these, is the Refrain, which is featured in its very own plateau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What needs to be born in mind about Deleuze's work--and this goes for many of his contemporaries as well--is that they're almost never talking about what they look like they're talking about.  Falling out of the philosophic tradition, Deleuze (as well as Derrida, Irigaray, and quite a few others) finds the language of the tradition itself to be part of the problem.  The result of their critique of phallogocentrism (the privileging of the engendered subject and the primacy of meaning) is that language itself--particularly philosophical language--is radically problematic.  An attempt at the beginning of a solution leads us to what is sometimes called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ecriture&lt;/span&gt;, critical theory, or postmodern criticism.  In Deleuze, as elsewhere, this often takes the form of a displacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or metaphor, in the colloquial sense of the word.  The refrain is such a displacement.  What D+G are really talking about here is identity, but Heidegger has already shown us that deconstructing identity leads into an abyss.  Deleuze and Guattari can't look closely at how identity is constructed through disciplined philosophical language, because identity forms prediscursively--we're always already subjects.  The displacement, from identity to the child singing in the dark, opens a space for play; D+G can talk about identity in creative and useful ways, all the while seeming to be discussing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more or less why I don't use D+G to talk about minimalism.  Though I suppose it might be interesting... I am going to be talking a bit about subjectivity... Maybe I can use them to refute Jameson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1242924584569331716?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1242924584569331716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1242924584569331716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1242924584569331716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1242924584569331716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-and-g-music-factory.html' title='D and G music factory'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5980440411932138719</id><published>2009-05-18T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:26:18.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's son&lt;br /&gt;I'm only plucking pheasants 'till the pheasant plucker comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me husband is a keeper, he's a very busy man&lt;br /&gt;I try to understand him and I help him all I can,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes in an evening I feel a trifle dim&lt;br /&gt;All alone, I'm plucking pheasants, when I'd rather pluck with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's mate&lt;br /&gt;I'm only plucking pheasants 'cos the pheasant plucker's late !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at plucking pheasants, at pheasant plucking I get stuck&lt;br /&gt;Though some pheasants find it pleasant I'd rather pluck a duck.&lt;br /&gt;Oh plucking geese is gorgeous, I can pluck a goose with ease&lt;br /&gt;But pheasant plucking's torture because they haven't any grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pheasant plucker, he has gone out on the tiles&lt;br /&gt;He only plucked one pheasant and I'm sitting here with piles !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to pluck them fresh, if it’s fresh they’re not unpleasant,&lt;br /&gt;I knew a man in Dunstable who could pluck a frozen pheasant.&lt;br /&gt;They say the village constable had pheasant plucking sessions&lt;br /&gt;With the vicar on a Sunday ‘tween the first and second lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's mum&lt;br /&gt;I'm only plucking pheasants 'till the pheasant plucker's come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Godfrey is most adept, he's really got the knack&lt;br /&gt;He likes to have a pheasant plucked before he hits the sack.&lt;br /&gt;I like to give a helping hand, I gather up the feathers,&lt;br /&gt;It's really all our pheasant plucking keeps us pair together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm only plucking pheasants as a means unto an end !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's in the forest always banging with his gun&lt;br /&gt;If he could hear me half the time I'm sure that he would run,&lt;br /&gt;For there's fluff in all my crannies, there's feathers up my nose&lt;br /&gt;And I'm itching in the kitchen from my head down to my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's wife&lt;br /&gt;And when we pluck together it's a pheasant plucking life !&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1560630098530617253</id><published>2009-05-13T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:07:52.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah me.</title><content type='html'>I've been reading Kurt Vonnegut's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bluebeard&lt;/span&gt;, looking for bits that have to do with my dissertation project, and I think I've found the best quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;'It [abstract expressionism] was the last conceivable thing a painter could do to a canvas, so you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; it,' she said.  'Leave it to Americans to write, "The End."'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hope that's not what we're doing,' I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hope very much that it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; what you're doing,' she said. 'After all that men have done to the women and children and every other defenseless thing on this planet, it is time that not just every painting, but every piece of music, every statue, every play, every poem and book a man creates, should say only this: "We are much too horrible for this nice place. We give up. We quit. The end!"'&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;254, emphasis in original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is directly on the heals of the protagonist, Rabo Karabekian, telling a few of his war stories to his former lover, Marilee.  Just prior to that, she had dressed him down smartly for the part he's played in all the crimes of men--most recently, of course, the second World War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure this will be useful from a substantive point of view, but Vonnegut's book as a whole seems quite preoccupied with the problem with humanism after WWII, which is also, of course, part of the problem abstract expressionism, and later, minimalism, was sorting through.  And also of course, this last was also faced with reconciling "the end" with what was clearly now becoming a beginning of something quite different: long-term, stable, violent, global capitalism--the confluence of Vietnam and leisure society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1560630098530617253?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1560630098530617253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1560630098530617253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1560630098530617253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1560630098530617253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/05/ah-me.html' title='Ah me.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3780373115883378323</id><published>2009-05-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:35:48.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adornidda.</title><content type='html'>People occasionally remark on the ideological sympathies between Adorno and Derrida.  For a while I thought this was because people are stupid (I hadn't read any Adorno and very little Derrida--I was stupid).  The reason I thought this was because of the importance of "authenticity" to Adorno's writings on music.  When authenticity is read more carefully, as Jameson reads it, Adorno becomes both more palatable and more consistent with certain strains of post-structuralism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A work is authentic for Adorno not because it adheres to the strictures of a cultural tradition, or because it remains uncorrupted by capitalism, but because it pursues its own contradictions.  Jameson talks about Adorno's "implacable identification of authenticity...with contradiction as such, in its most acute and unresolvable forms." (Late Marxism,  201)  Art succeeds--is authentic--precisely when it acknowledges the impossibility of success; this is why modern art--of all genres--has some element of the ugly.  It is with this in mind that Jameson suggests that Adorno's aesthetic is "an aesthetic of scars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars--gashes, cuts, gaping chasms--are very important to Derrida.  Moments when coherence dissolves, when the margins show through.  Spivak makes much of these moments too, and (negatively) characterizes the rationalist opposition to disruption, to scars, as "crisis management": the smoothing over of crises, the elision of the subaltern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that Marx is whats at the root here, and that Adorno, Derrida, and Spivak are showing commonalities in this moment because they are concerned with the grasping, covering apparatus of capitalism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3780373115883378323?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3780373115883378323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3780373115883378323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3780373115883378323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3780373115883378323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/05/adornidda.html' title='Adornidda.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6842045498679583523</id><published>2009-05-05T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:55:29.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable three-way</title><content type='html'>This is from a while ago, but I just found it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font:11px arial; 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[yet] in the face of the lie of the commodity world, even the lie that denounces it becomes a corrective.  That culture so far has failed is no justification for furthering its failure." - Adorno, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Minima Moralia&lt;/span&gt;, 44.  As quoted by Jameson in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Late Marxism&lt;/span&gt;, 47.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1097709806305978312?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1097709806305978312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1097709806305978312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1097709806305978312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1097709806305978312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-out-of-context.html' title='All out of context.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-277241384593297340</id><published>2009-04-26T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:18:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A kick in the pants.</title><content type='html'>"The Church fights passion with excision (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ausschneidung&lt;/span&gt;, severance, castration) in every sense: its practice, its 'cure,' is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;castratism&lt;/span&gt;.  It never asks: 'How can one spiritualize, beautify, deify a craving?' It has as all times laid the stress of discipine [sic] on extirpation (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ausrottung&lt;/span&gt;) (of sensuality, of pride, of the lust to rule &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Herrschsucht&lt;/span&gt;), of avarice (Habsucht), of vengefulness (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rachsucht&lt;/span&gt;). But attack on the roots of passion means an attack on the roots of life: the practice of the church is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hostile to life&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lebensfeindlich&lt;/span&gt;)."&lt;br /&gt;Nietzche, from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Joyful Wisdom&lt;/span&gt; presumably, quoted by Derrida in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spurs&lt;/span&gt;, 93.  Emphasis in text, and the German, again presumably, is Nietszche's.  I'm not sure if this is the a direct translation from the German or from the French translation quoted by Derrida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty harsh, and surely a little too totalizing for me to be comfortable with it.  I think it can be helpfully contextualized twice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bear in mind the aim (or one of them, at least) of Nietzsche's anti-Christian polemics.  In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the Genealogy of Morals&lt;/span&gt;, Nietzsche analyzes Christianity as a mechanism of discipline implemented to subvert any attempt by the down-trodden to gain any sort of power. By focusing on meekness as a virtue that operates in conjunction with a pay-off in the afterlife, the ruling class--the priesthood in much of Nietzsche's more poetic moments--create a situation in which subordination is the only ethical choice.  Strength, intelligence, creativity, and passion have no moral value.  In the aphorism above, Nietzsche is suggesting that the Church is largely to blame for an unhealthy reservedness, for a society with no balls, we might say nowadays.  Now, of course we ought to take issue with the overtly masculinist gesture there, and a large part of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spurs&lt;/span&gt; is Derrida trying to makes sense of that, so I'll leave off on that.  The main point I'm trying to make here is that aphorisms like the one above are aimed not at defamation for its own sake, but are rather a part of a larger discourse on emancipation.  (To be sure, I'm misreading Nietzsche a bit when I suggest his main project was about emancipating &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the poor&lt;/span&gt;.  More candidly, I think he was simply interested in emancipating men generally--and Derrida comes awfully close to suggesting that this includes emancipating women from the social economy that impels them to roles that Nietzsche derides.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why is Derrida interested in this? There are several reasons, but I'll focus briefly on one that's not directly addressed (as directly as Derrida ever says anything) in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spurs&lt;/span&gt;.  It would be a little silly for a French intellectual in 1978 to be too caught up attacking the Church.  I think what's going on here is a broader critique of the role of "castratism" culturally and academically.  For one, we do well to recall that Lacan (hiss!) is one of Derrida's nemeses, and that for Lacan, theories of lack and castration are quite important (formative, even).  Derrida, like several of his contemporaries, would like to develop an epistemology or even an ethics that denies castration this central role (this is important for feminists, since castration has served since Freud [at the latest] to justify institutional misogyny.)  When Nietzsche says "church," he at least in part is serious, and to a secondary degree is talking about the ruling class and the genealogy of morals.  When Derrida says "'church,'" it caries with is our individual complicities--we are all complicit!--and serves as a critique of negative (onto)theology generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm apparently not using my other blog anymore.  I'll admit, I just picked it because the name is funny.  I'll let you know if that changes.  For now, you can just ignore the long, boring and pretentious posts you find here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-277241384593297340?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/277241384593297340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=277241384593297340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/277241384593297340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/277241384593297340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/04/kick-in-pants.html' title='A kick in the pants.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1197230500155201669</id><published>2009-04-03T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T23:50:08.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My prejudices</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank this Frat for doing something to combat my anti-frat prejudice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZfZiBRFM5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OZfZiBRFM5w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go, boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1197230500155201669?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1197230500155201669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1197230500155201669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1197230500155201669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1197230500155201669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-prejudices.html' title='My prejudices'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1680805058431892149</id><published>2009-03-22T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:55:56.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice weather today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujUQn0HhGEk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujUQn0HhGEk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1680805058431892149?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1680805058431892149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1680805058431892149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1680805058431892149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1680805058431892149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/03/nice-weather-today.html' title='Nice weather today.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3913353222390589365</id><published>2009-03-22T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:24:44.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinfest</title><content type='html'>Here's a comic about why feminism is important for men too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sinfest.net/archive_page.php?comicID=3120&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3913353222390589365?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3913353222390589365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3913353222390589365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3913353222390589365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3913353222390589365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinfest.html' title='Sinfest'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2369594723708707712</id><published>2009-03-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:38:28.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hark!</title><content type='html'>I would like just to announce that Kate Beaton, who is an awesome cartooner, has a much nicer website now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harkavagrant.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2369594723708707712?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2369594723708707712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2369594723708707712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2369594723708707712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2369594723708707712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/03/hark.html' title='Hark!'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4011998417586312273</id><published>2009-03-03T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T23:34:58.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3*3=9</title><content type='html'>I'm reading part of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feminist Interpretations of Theodor Adorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bit made me think a bit, and I think I can briefly sum up: "In Patriarchy, women are conceptually interchangeable.  Concretely [?], they are not.  Conceptually, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman &lt;/span&gt;refers to an object of inquiry.  Concretely, that object comes diffusely apart as critical attention is paid to the terms of its existence and its particularity." (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My now-canned response to this line is "same with men."  The difference is, I think--if you'll let me oversimplify--, that men are allotted a dual role: an object of inquiry, and a subject inquiring.  As liberal society embraces feminist ethics, this becomes increasingly true for women as well (bear in mind that this is a critique of theory more than practice), but the "object of inquiry" part will remain problematic for all genders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4011998417586312273?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4011998417586312273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4011998417586312273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4011998417586312273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4011998417586312273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/03/339.html' title='3*3=9'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2526235874881116193</id><published>2009-02-24T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:35:51.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose side am I on?</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to think that there something to the claim that intellectual honesty and political action are exclusive to one another.  I'm concerned about a few points made by &lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2009/02/george-lakoff-on-obama-code.html"&gt;a guest author in my fave political blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gist of the article (though you ought to read it in its entirety) is that Obama has a moral code concealed beneath his rhetoric, and it is a code of American progressivism.  Now it would be difficult to argue with this thesis; contrary to the author's implications, I think this is true of any progressive--Obama is different primarily in his sophistication.  I'm ot worried with this claim, though, but only with the author's willingness to accept at face-value the manufactured image of Obamidealism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way of expressing my reticense to stand alongside Professor Lakoff's position is his perception of conservatives--or the conservative part of conservatives--as radically ideologically or epistemelogically different from progressives.  (Aside: I'm mildly concerned with the turn away from "liberal" and toward "conservative."   I'm not convinced that the best way to counter the conservative slandering of the word "liberal" is to abandon it.)  My main concern is with Lakoff's claim that progressivism is about empathy while conservatism is about greed.  This is alternatively voiced as social versus individual responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's unempathetic to suggest that conservatives--social conservatives seem to be the target here--are unempathetic.  Indeed, I think the distinction here ought to be between empathy and sympathy.  It is a mistake--clearly an enabling and strategic mistake--to presume that one can understand what it is like to be in someone else's shoes.  I think that conservatives *do* see social issues from multiple positions, but that these positions are based on fear, not sympathy.  Gay rights typifies this for me: it seems that the most vocal homophobic leaders are the most likely to be found sneaking in a little gay love.  Clearly these men have no trouble seeing the world from a non-heterosexual position (I will avoid calling them gay; there's a lot more to same-sex sex than homosexuality); the difference between how Ted Haggard empathises with gay men and how I do is that he's scared and angry and I am sympathetic.  In other words, the difference is between viewing difference as positive or negative.  The conservative (read: misogynist, homophobic, racist, etc.) position is that difference is disruptive and distructive, and in so far as empathy is involved, it manifests as fear and violence.  Progressives, on the other hand, view difference as positive and generative, and our empathy manifests as sympathy and acceptence--and sometimes condescention.  Both--all--forms of empathy are misreadings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few other points I would touch on (like Lakoff's strange claim that &lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;"Every major patriotic term has a core meaning that we all understand the same way.")&lt;/span&gt;, but if this gets much longer, it would have to bounce over to my other blog.  I'll close with a few comments on intellecutal honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakoff's piece is put forward as an intellectual exploration of Obama's presedency, but what is really going on is something quite different (Lakoff's structure parallels his reading of Obama in this respect).  The piece is much more a call to action.  And this in itself is no problem for me: everything is written, I suspect, with the intent of coersion of some sort, and Lakoff's politics are, I think, quite positive.  What troubles me is his rather hasty and dismissive over-simplification of conservatives as focussed on greed and individuality, while progressives can lay sole claim to community and empowerment.  A crucial enabling step here is a lack of differentiation between economic and social conservatism--social conservatives are very much concerned with community and long-term stability; they just seek this aim at the expense, rather than the inclusion, of minority positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that trivializing--and ultimately dehumanizing or de-ethicizing--conservatives does anything productive toward subverting their programs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2526235874881116193?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2526235874881116193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2526235874881116193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2526235874881116193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2526235874881116193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/02/whose-side-am-i-on.html' title='Whose side am I on?'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2181889120566223782</id><published>2009-02-18T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:54:12.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devochka</title><content type='html'>I've been puzzled by the intensity of my distaste for this band for some time.  It's playing right now, and I think I'm edging my way closer to understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far there are three things.&lt;br /&gt;1) The musicianship, in terms of the quality of the notes produced, is affectedly poor.  One comes away with the sense that the singer and trumpet particularly are deliberately avoiding producing a euphonous sound in favor of creating a "quirky" atmosphere.  Bad intonation and unsteady tone production work to great effect in this venture, turning the ensemble from a well-knit body into a haphazard coalition of armchair tunesters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has something to do with my second point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The success of this venture of stylized incompetence relies, at least in this case, on a condescending valorization of the colonized.  It is not coincidental that the rhythms and harmonies, as well as the instrumentation, mime a non-specific Eastern European Gypsy-ness.  But the reason this is hip is not because of its geo-historical origin, but because the music itself struggles.  There are any number of very good (and hard-working) groups that play in this general ideom, but Americans--particularly left-leaning, well off Americans--eat us Devochka because they're so bad at making pretty music that you can practically hear the (post)colonial struggle.  But of course, the struggle in the music is fake.  It is a banal placation of affluent guilt, a cheap trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The third point is less theoretical.  It bothers me that a band so dependent for its identity on ideosyncratic rhythms cannot play them in time.  Everything is wonky and late, and with an awkwardness that reflects the above, not with any sensibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2181889120566223782?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2181889120566223782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2181889120566223782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2181889120566223782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2181889120566223782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/02/devochka.html' title='Devochka'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-151830931533634198</id><published>2009-02-18T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:29:43.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is part one in a Demetri Martin routine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKnzPHtf9u4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKnzPHtf9u4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a pretty funny dude, but the autobiographical character of this particular routine makes this something different than just funny to me.  Just sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-151830931533634198?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/151830931533634198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=151830931533634198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/151830931533634198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/151830931533634198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-part-one-in-demetri-martin.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3292502861721735055</id><published>2009-02-13T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:12:13.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piss and vinegar</title><content type='html'>I got a new coupbla books Tuesday.  One of them is part of a marvelous series, of which I am already privileged enough to own two.  It is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feminist Interpretations of G.F.W. Hegel&lt;/span&gt;.  I've read only the introduction so far (though I've read two of the chapters in their original publications), and already there's a substantial difference in my thinking.  Not because I've been exposed to new ideas (indeed, I've thought these thoughts before) but because I'm back in feminist theory.  woooooo.  So back to politics of lack and difference and sameness and normativity.  I get to be insuffereable again :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3292502861721735055?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3292502861721735055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3292502861721735055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3292502861721735055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3292502861721735055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/02/piss-and-vinegar.html' title='Piss and vinegar'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5914732992272648764</id><published>2009-02-08T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:34:46.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst thing I have ever heard</title><content type='html'>A friend of a friend of a friend of mine is pregnant.  When she went in for the sonogram last, the doctor discovered her child is not growing brain cells, and will die immediately upon being born.  She will carry the child to term because late-term abortions are illegal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5914732992272648764?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5914732992272648764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5914732992272648764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5914732992272648764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5914732992272648764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/02/worst-thing-i-have-ever-heard.html' title='The worst thing I have ever heard'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3015086810863730245</id><published>2009-01-29T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:50:41.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I am Fried</title><content type='html'>So I've been rereading Michael Fried's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art and Objecthood&lt;/span&gt;, and keep coming across interesting little gems.  I wrote at some length about one &lt;a href="http://longboringandpretentious.blogspot.com"&gt;elsewhere&lt;/a&gt;, but would like to say a few short words about a new one that is more appropriate for the rants I like to put up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'All judgments of value begin and end with experience... the arguments themselves [arguments for or against value] will not be binding." (18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get asked a lot why I don't like music, and I have, I flatter myself to think, a reasonably wide array of interesting, if not necessarily always compelling, responses.  But it is dishonest (I think I agree with Fried here) to claim that the reasons precede or supersede the judgment; they exist only ex post facto, and, whether they are dismissed, dismantled or diseminated, they ultimately are only justifications for the truth--they are not the truth itself (I feel more comfortable saying "truth" here than elsewhere, since I don't mind saying that when I say "Beirut sucks" it is true).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3015086810863730245?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3015086810863730245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3015086810863730245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3015086810863730245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3015086810863730245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-i-am-fried.html' title='Maybe I am Fried'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5719338572003543924</id><published>2009-01-27T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:46:00.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HFCS</title><content type='html'>So you've all heard that high-fructose corn syrup is bad.  And many of you have seen commercials sponsored by the corn lobby that say the opposite.   &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/01/26/AR2009012601831.html?"&gt;The Washington Pos&lt;/a&gt;t says that high-fructose corn syrup contains mercury about half the time, and a third of the 55 foods containing high levels of high-fructose corn syrup contain mercury.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5719338572003543924?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5719338572003543924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5719338572003543924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5719338572003543924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5719338572003543924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/01/hfcs.html' title='HFCS'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3944551841246327671</id><published>2009-01-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:43:29.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing things.</title><content type='html'>This is &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20126911.300-our-world-may-be-a-giant-hologram.html?full=true"&gt;something&lt;/a&gt; some of my brothers might be more likely to post about.  I found an article, via Jeff Rowland's &lt;a href="http://www.overcompensating.com/"&gt;Overcompensating&lt;/a&gt;, that describes in quite understandable terms the possibility that the universe is a hologram.  Apparently--and I've done just enough extra research that I'm fairly confident that this isn't a joke--a facility in Germany designed to study gravity has stumbled upon noise predicted by the now head of Fermilab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, they seem to mean hologram in the science sense, not the science-fiction sense.  A hologram is n-dimensional information stored in n-1 space; most commonly this is a 3-d image on a plane.  It's been demonstrated that the surface of a black hole's event horizon emits, in a spherical 2-d space, the information about it's 3-d interior.  The story goes that our universe might actually be information encoded on the universe's event horizon.  As a result, the minimal quantum of information would be significantly larger than previously thought... like 10^-16 instead of 10^-35.  The significantly lower resolution of the universe is what some think (though they won't go so far as "theorize") the German research station is picking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The metaphysical implications are not broached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this awful hipster music they're playing at Verite is awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3944551841246327671?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3944551841246327671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3944551841246327671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3944551841246327671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3944551841246327671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/01/seeing-things.html' title='Seeing things.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-8740333827027859979</id><published>2009-01-17T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:50:49.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass</title><content type='html'>So I'm watching (watching!) This American Life, and the intro part is about these science types who isolate a chemical that lets you store memories.  Apparently, and the details are brief, when the chemical is blocked, rats lose all their memories.  Like, all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientists get published, and then get a bunch of letters from ptsd sufferers who want their memories erased.  The scientists were a little freaked out, on account of they were just doing research, like to know stuff, and people thought, hey! we can use that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if we made a chemical weapon out of that?  Bomb a city, and all the citizens just completely forget everything ever.  Like what a sink is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-8740333827027859979?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/8740333827027859979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=8740333827027859979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8740333827027859979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8740333827027859979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/01/glass.html' title='Glass'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-8857114024870271241</id><published>2009-01-17T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T09:26:03.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite long, but surely boring and pretentious.</title><content type='html'>My fave political blog has &lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2009/01/is-tom-coburn-closet-progressive.html"&gt;a new post up on the Bailout&lt;/a&gt;.  The gist of it is that quite a few of our congressional representatives are switching sides on the issue; several pro-bailout republicans are now against it, and several democrats--who campaigned against the bill just this last season--are for now for it.  Mr. Silver quite rightly criticizes those pundits who see this as the instant corruption of our representatives ("sell out" is the term floated).   Instead, Mr. Silver proposes the much simpler answer: political expediency.  If Obama wants the bailout instead of Bush, it's pretty clear why the party lines are reversing on the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are two things I want to take up from this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) While it's true that corporations are not people, but rather collections of people, that doesn't make them equally likely to be greedy or untrustworthy are the rest of us.  We would do well to remember what spurs people towards greed--leaving aside the popular populist rhetoric of personal obsession, which may hold sway in certain instances but is a poor assumption when modeling the general case.  If we take the rather drastic step of assuming homogeneity of utility in the general population, then it is left only to ask what elements of an individual's professional situation informs that individual's actions.  In this case, the desire for job security--and for a better job--might well inspire those individuals who make corporate decisions to be greedier.  There's no reason to append a moral condemnation to this; if a CEO doesn't behave ruthlessly to advance a corporation, then the well-beings of those depending on that CEO are at risk.  (There are certain naïve assumptions omitted here that I'll leave the reader to pick through.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I (of all people) think that Mr. Silver might be being a little too cynical when he argues that the vote swap is informed only by political scheming.  When he points out that the bill lacks oversight (to an astounding degree), he omits that, as of Tuesday, those not being overseen won't be Bush and Paulson, but Obama and whoever (I'll admit to being quite ignorant about Bernanke's future; Greenspan sat for so long that I've got it in my head that it's a permanent position, but that doesn't seem right).  So the vote switching might simply be because democrats believe Obama will use the $700 billion well, while they believed that Bush was just going to right Dick Cheney a check and send him to the mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-8857114024870271241?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/8857114024870271241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=8857114024870271241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8857114024870271241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8857114024870271241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2009/01/not-quite-long-but-surely-boring-and.html' title='Not quite long, but surely boring and pretentious.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-9219197412272605842</id><published>2008-12-24T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:35:32.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prop</title><content type='html'>I'm pleased to see that the cats at fivethirtyeight have continued to post, even with the presidential election done and over with.  They dropped this handy piece of analysis on an article the Washington Post published on Obama's stimulus plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/12/mommy-whats-environmentalist.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also inclined to agree with Jonathan Ichikawa's comment, "People who are not environmentalists are people who don't care about the environment. People who are not feminists are people who don't care about equal treatment of women," though would hasten to add that I don't think it's the author's intention to suggest otherwise.  Mr. Silver, on the contrary, seems to be pointing out that for a lot of people, "feminist" and "environmentalist" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; bad words, and that pieces like the one in the Post actively foster the ignorance that leads to this misconception.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-9219197412272605842?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/9219197412272605842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=9219197412272605842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/9219197412272605842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/9219197412272605842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/prop.html' title='A Prop'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3709989715817563974</id><published>2008-12-22T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T00:03:22.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God</title><content type='html'>In the spirit of &lt;a href="http://rutheregodwtf.blogspot.com"&gt;a blog I enjoy very much&lt;/a&gt;, I would like to take a moment to be thankful.  Thank God for those saints who shovel sidewalks.  I had to walk back to my place tonight to get clean clothes, and it sure was nice to not have snow caked to the sides of my pants.  Why do they even own snow shovels?  I may never know, but it sure is swell that they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3709989715817563974?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3709989715817563974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3709989715817563974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3709989715817563974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3709989715817563974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-god.html' title='Thank God'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-512501159213244795</id><published>2008-12-21T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:06:17.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LBaP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://longboringandpretentious.blogspot.com/"&gt;My alt. blog&lt;/a&gt; is officially up and running.  I couldn't sleep, so I wrote to myself about the posties.  Enjoy and please leave thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-512501159213244795?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/512501159213244795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=512501159213244795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/512501159213244795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/512501159213244795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/lbap.html' title='LBaP'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3643699794705144528</id><published>2008-12-20T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:16:56.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>It is a bit cold here.  Sure, not as cold as where you are, in all likelyhood, but it's hard to get used to.  The roads are icy, and the city lacks the equipment to do anything about it.  The first night almost everything closed early, but people are getting used to it I think, and stuff's opening up--though the Sip and Ship's been pretty busy the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, though, there's a winter storm warning, and we're expected to get 5-8 inches of snow in the city with the possibility of high winds and their attendant power outages.  I'm going food shopping soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I saw "Teeth" last night.  That is one quality movie.  Now to be sure, it's not for the faint of stomach, especially if your a man with a particularly strong anxiety concerning castration.  I'm going probably to write about it in my new blog :).  If I take the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3643699794705144528?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3643699794705144528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3643699794705144528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3643699794705144528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3643699794705144528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7073646702891567744</id><published>2008-12-18T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:13:43.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splitsville</title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna split things up a bit.  I like doing cute short posts, and I like doing nerdy extended diatribes.  So I'm going to keep PeatSpeak for the former, which will be the more personal and accessible (read: not boring) content, and I'm starting a new location for my more academic pursuits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;longboringandpretentious.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I haven't posted anything yet, so slow down there, Tex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7073646702891567744?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7073646702891567744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7073646702891567744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7073646702891567744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7073646702891567744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/splitsville.html' title='Splitsville'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-503914205230562110</id><published>2008-12-11T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:59:26.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Materially</title><content type='html'>I was just watching the Mike Huckabee interview on The Daily Show.  Go watch it first; it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back.  Huckabee, toward the end, says that words matter, and definitions matter, and he says this in defense of retaining a millennia old definition of marriage as a man and a woman for the purpose of reproduction.  Now I've rehearsed several times over, though perhaps not hear, some of the problems with this position, and I'll quickly recap them before getting to what I really want to say.&lt;br /&gt;1) As John points out, marriage has undergone nearly radical changes over the period during which it has retained its preference for heterosexuality.  Several well-known anthropologists find its origins in chatel slavery and abductions during raids.  On this point the opposition is willfully ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;2) There doesn't seem to be any great ideological or moral objection to the infertile marrying, and though surely those couples who choose to wait to have kids or not have them at all feel some pressure, great or small, from friends, family and strangers to get the job done, the idea of a ban on childless marriages would be a political non-starter.  On this point the opposition is willfully disingenuous.&lt;br /&gt;3) The history of the word or tradition and the normative telos of a union have no bearing on the effect of a homosexual marriage upon those not involved.  Since the tradition of marriage is one of change, including same-sex unions into the fold only breaks with tradition if one strategically distills tradition as seen above; and the union of Adam and Steve does nothing to keep the Mormons from breading; so the manifest effects of gay marriage are unrelated to the objections stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is a little tired, surely, and something you've already thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more interested in words and definitions mattering.  After all, regardless of the real history of marriage, what is at stake here is how it is defined (including how the construction of its history is defined).  I like to think that words do matter, but maybe I've been saying this backwards.  The feminism that I'm in love with, the post-structural feminism, is directly concerned with language's role in determining what we say is real.  My feminism is a feminism of definitions: the way we define words, and the way words define us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Huckabee martialling similar thoughts to defend his homophobia--a phobia that has its origins in part, I believe, in his decision that homosexuality is a choice--and I get worried about me.  The difference is, I've decided, that for Huckabee, words (are) matter.  But I think that Huckabee matters words--he is doing the opposite of what I want to do--and the campaign against marriage-as-love is a policing action to retain the right of the moral majority to the power into which it was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-503914205230562110?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/503914205230562110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=503914205230562110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/503914205230562110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/503914205230562110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading-materially.html' title='Reading Materially'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4179471521405848662</id><published>2008-12-10T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:08:59.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Musings.</title><content type='html'>Hi I'm Back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://catandgirl.com/archive/2008-12-09-cg0686elite.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this a lot lately [see comic].  I mean always.  Except I'm not so sure critical success is necessarily any better than popular success.  Success?  Maybe saying "self-appointed" resolves the issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4179471521405848662?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4179471521405848662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4179471521405848662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4179471521405848662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4179471521405848662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/12/midnight-musings.html' title='Midnight Musings.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5579612034381715584</id><published>2008-11-15T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:26:26.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Directions.</title><content type='html'>I'm tempted to take my dissertation away from minimalism, and toward phallocentrism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading through James Meyer's wonderful book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minimalism: Art and Polemics in the Sixties&lt;/span&gt;, and I've got to the section on Stella, Judd and Flavin's interview with Glaser.  The former two, who do most of the talking in the interview, are comparing themselves to earlier European geometric painters, such as Mondrian, in order to establish for themselves a new position with regard to wholeness.  Stella, apparently borrowing from Barnet Newman, says that Mondrian is all about compositional ballance, while his work (both Stella and Newman, and Noland apparently) makes use of symmetry, not to attain ballance (?) but to effect wholeness without recourse to composition.  (Composition seems to be a really big deal for these artists, as if the problem for art in the sixties was How do I remove my own taint from this piece?)  At no point is anyone, including Meyer, concerned with the possibility of creating art that isn't whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broadening this up to phallocentrism rather than minimalism studies explodes everything.  Cage is the first obvious direction, since his pieces seem only whole due to critical intervention.  then of course Pollack and Duchamp... but then it goes all over the place.  Laurie Anderson says in an interview that her pieces don't necessarily exist in a final version.  La Monte Young has several pieces that are still going on right now.  Debussy?  One wonders what the rhetoric surrounding chant was like.  Lutoslawski's concern with closed form, his characterization of integral serialism as open form...  But the need in the latter for constant coherence and perfect logic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5579612034381715584?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5579612034381715584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5579612034381715584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5579612034381715584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5579612034381715584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-directions.html' title='New Directions.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5321014164141566265</id><published>2008-11-14T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:56:56.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me fight oppression!</title><content type='html'>http://www.protectrighthandedness.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy is organizing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5321014164141566265?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5321014164141566265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5321014164141566265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5321014164141566265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5321014164141566265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/11/help-me-fight-oppression.html' title='Help me fight oppression!'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6152918068347849111</id><published>2008-11-04T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:43:52.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTsdZRJkwEc/SRALKZmfyhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KvFL0m8CYI0/s1600-h/46b04019063ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTsdZRJkwEc/SRALKZmfyhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KvFL0m8CYI0/s320/46b04019063ef.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264720237695060498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-6152918068347849111?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/6152918068347849111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=6152918068347849111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6152918068347849111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6152918068347849111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CTsdZRJkwEc/SRALKZmfyhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KvFL0m8CYI0/s72-c/46b04019063ef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-570694095400591245</id><published>2008-11-02T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:59:16.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao Hazzo.</title><content type='html'>I am no longer working at Hattie's Hat. No longer a professional dishwasher.  Saga, who rocks, saw me off in grand fashion, and I will miss, in spite of the unfortunate hours, that job.  Sleeping soon.  Gnight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-570694095400591245?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/570694095400591245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=570694095400591245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/570694095400591245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/570694095400591245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/11/ciao-hazzo.html' title='Ciao Hazzo.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1642823000322988708</id><published>2008-10-30T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:06:19.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another video</title><content type='html'>I've been asked to share this video with as many people as I can.  I don't believe anyone who reads me lives in either of the states in question, but you may know someone, and it's likely that some day similar laws will be proposed where ever you are.  I think this one is actually intended for those who aren't necessarily pro-choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YuC4gGSZ-yU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YuC4gGSZ-yU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1642823000322988708?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1642823000322988708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1642823000322988708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1642823000322988708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1642823000322988708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-video.html' title='Another video'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3821889070693411043</id><published>2008-10-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:05:04.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Ready</title><content type='html'>I heard someone on the bus repeating the TV today.  I was rockin way to far out to Felix, but even so I nearly said something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was saying that McCain will win the election because, come election day, we will see that America is just not ready for a black president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she might be partly right.  Maybe when push comes to shove, Americans won't vote for a black man, even while they might tell pollsters that they would.  But not "ready"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready is something you become after work.  You practice four hours a day for a year, and then you're ready for your concert.  You read your book, and you're ready for your book club meeting.  If Americans won't vote for Obama because he's black, that doesn't mean they're "not ready," it means they're racists.   You don't have to practice or study to eventually become not racist.  It's not a skill that's slowly acquired after years of diligence.  Now sure, a person can go, gradually, from being racist to being less-so.  But you don't, during the process, say, "Wait, I can't be friends with you, I'm not ready to treat a black person as a peer.  Give me a few more weeks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying things like "We're not ready" isolates and reifies the problem.  By presupposing a movement toward not-racism, we can overlook the personal need to actually move.  The rhetoric of racial preparedness borrows from the worst problems of Humanism by silently claiming that society is necessarily making progress, and that all that is required is patience.  So don't get too worked up about America being racist still, because it will all get better on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we need is not "We're not ready," but "Damn the racist bastards who fear a man for the color of his skin, for his religious beliefs, and for his parents' nationalities.  And damn the complacent collaborators who indifferently await a tomorrow they lack the compassion to build."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3821889070693411043?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3821889070693411043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3821889070693411043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3821889070693411043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3821889070693411043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-ready.html' title='Not Ready'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7824027242930389416</id><published>2008-10-26T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:35:51.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.losanjealous.com/nfc/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one with the little boy eating animal crackers saying "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7824027242930389416?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7824027242930389416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7824027242930389416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7824027242930389416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7824027242930389416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-best.html' title='The Best Thing'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6667327691667688546</id><published>2008-10-23T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:12:20.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God</title><content type='html'>There's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;café&lt;/span&gt; in my neighborhood that I like a lot.  It's volunteer run, organic, etc... seemingly a haven for exactly the sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;latté&lt;/span&gt;-sipping, west coast, vegetarian elitist that am I.  What's strange about it is that almost every conversation I overhear is about Bible study or church or some sort of thing.  Nearly every woman I've seen in here, regardless of age, is married (many of the men are too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you surely know, my relationship to religion has been mercurial.  The first moment that found me strongly distancing myself from Christianity was in reading Woolf's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Voyage Out&lt;/span&gt;.  Her dismissive attitude toward Christians, coupled with her progressive politics and dismal view on European society propelled me toward secularism in ways that Nietzsche could not have.  Subsequently, through a developing relationship with what is broadly referred to as French Post-structuralism--specifically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deleuze&lt;/span&gt;, Derrida and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Irigaray&lt;/span&gt;--as well as some of their American interpreters--&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spivak&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Buttler&lt;/span&gt;--my mistrust of religion has become more sophisticated (which is only to say, more complicated and better articulated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most briefly, I'm suspicious of the "flying phallus in the sky" theory.  It seems to me dangerous to presuppose a transcendent (sublime) authority that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rearticulates&lt;/span&gt;, on a higher level, just the sort of control and domination that perpetuates models of colonial and domestic violence.  I do not mean that God is necessarily an overtly abusive authority: clearly this is more the case in some Christianities than it is in others, and, following my unhealthy urge toward abstraction, I would like to momentarily erase these differences in the interest of thinking about Christianity more generally.  I do mean, however, that the relationship established between God and Man [sic] mirrors problematically the relationship between Man and his family.  God loves you unconditionally, but has laid out a detailed list of rules designed to restrict your behavior.  When you break these rules, you will be punished, unless you atone--that is, unless you re-prostrate yourself before the law.  God is discipline.  He is the machine in the Penal Colony.  He is the Father.  I paint with too broad a brush when I say that Freud's theory of the family, with all the Oedipal problematics, works just as well to describe religion as it does to explain family dynamics, but the clumsy tracing is illustrative, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underlying this is both my feminism and my anarchism--where my Marxism lies will need to be worked out still: are politico-economic equality and resource distribution contradictory?   Indeed it may be that my affection for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Irigaray&lt;/span&gt;-style feminism requires a sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Deleuzian&lt;/span&gt; anarchism.  Following Foucault, but with a greater attention to impossibility and nuance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Deleuze&lt;/span&gt; traces the genealogy of God in the West to the same problems of control (his word is fascism) that inform and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reinscribed&lt;/span&gt; by Plato and his descendants.  "God is a lobster."  God is the double-articulation of form and content.  I would go further and say that God requires as an epistemological foundation the segregation of matter and form/content, and that the way to (a post-humanist) ethics is through the deconstruction of the metaphysical dualism that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;undergirds&lt;/span&gt; far more than just our religions.  It expresses itself most crudely in discourses on authenticity (where is the real America?).  We might lament the divisive politics of the Right, but continuing to perform the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dualisms&lt;/span&gt; of religion makes us in some significant way complicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting out of hand a bit, and think maybe I should wrap it up.  (Aside: if you can't drink your tea without slurping, don't order tea in a shared space.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm looking to do here is explore a little why I'm disturbed by being around groups of religious people.  I think it worth clarifying, because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;supposedly&lt;/span&gt; antagonistic relationship between theists and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nontheists&lt;/span&gt;, that while I may lament and even occasionally lampoon the individual decision to adopt a theistic position, I don't see anything necessarily unethical about such a decision (anymore).  Indeed, so long as the theism is of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;unevangelical&lt;/span&gt; sort, it seems to me a personal choice, and surely only one of many that any given individual may make which necessitates complicity in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;phallocracy&lt;/span&gt;.  But, as Derrida has demonstrated, we cannot help but be complicit.  We ought to do what we can to strive for the ethical, but for each of us there will be certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;complicities&lt;/span&gt; which are strategic.  Thus membership in a church can also facilitate charity work and community development--though this last is itself problematic when the politics of religion help to define what a community is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strategy is what makes me uneasy in dismissing religion.  Examples both positive and negative of how membership in a religious community can facilitate activism and change can be found quite easily, and it seems to me that these resultant activities--which need not necessarily be traditionally classified as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;activisms&lt;/span&gt;--are what is of greatest importance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, I remain skeptical of the need for a religious base for any such activities, but having not participated in them myself, it would be too theoretical to dismiss them out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-6667327691667688546?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/6667327691667688546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=6667327691667688546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6667327691667688546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6667327691667688546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-god.html' title='Oh God'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-744879399148939422</id><published>2008-10-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T01:00:41.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Thing</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I'm preaching to the converted, but this is another good thing to share (this time via &lt;a href="http://feministing.com"&gt;feministing&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/53XnLUUL82k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/53XnLUUL82k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-744879399148939422?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/744879399148939422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=744879399148939422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/744879399148939422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/744879399148939422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-thing.html' title='New Thing'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7965142658738418128</id><published>2008-10-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:50:50.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things</title><content type='html'>Thing 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FiveThirtyEight has an interesting little &lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/2008/10/real-america-looks-different-to-palin.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on the cities visited by Obama and Palin lately.  The comparison is considered appropriate because Palin overtly referred to the cities on her agenda as "the real America."  Of course, as the author states, the racial and economic divergence between the campaigns (and from the norm) cannot be responsibly read without reference to strategy, but with strategy comes the content of the gesture.  The point carried implicitly in the article is that for Palin, "real America" is quite a bit whiter than America really is (and of course for Obama America is quite a bit poorer, though he isn't using the divisive rhetoric of validity that Palin uses).  To be fair, though, we should look at where Greensboro, the town she most explicity refered to as "real," lies on the chart (you have to look at Obama's chart to find it): Greensboro is only around 55% white, it looks like.  Of course, this doesn't do much to balance the fact that McCain and Palin tend to cater to whiter audiences, while at the same time slinging elitist populist rhetoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiM_UEjAlcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiM_UEjAlcQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7965142658738418128?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7965142658738418128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7965142658738418128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7965142658738418128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7965142658738418128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/stumped.html' title='2 things'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4085668433592172303</id><published>2008-10-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:03:28.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the beginning of Meyer's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Minimalism: Art and Polemics in the Sixties&lt;/span&gt;.  He points out something I should have been much more careful about in the recent past.  I've been busy defining the boundaries of minimalism, attempting to establish a base from which to draw a comparison to minimalist musics of various stripes.  Instead, I need to pay much closer attention--and starting with Meyer's book will help--to the relationships between specific minimalist artists and specific composers.  This is good and bad.  On one hand, it will require a much more detailed understanding of art history.  On the other, it will require much less philosophical theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4085668433592172303?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4085668433592172303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4085668433592172303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4085668433592172303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4085668433592172303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2167982609384119449</id><published>2008-10-11T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:55:58.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Why I Hate</title><content type='html'>I think perhaps the most overwhelming problem with popular music today is a misunderstanding over the difference between entitlement and loss, and between a tantrum and rage.  In this respect it seems perhaps that art does, in fact, imitate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song I was listening to when I started thinking along these lines is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Colorshow&lt;/span&gt;" by The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avett&lt;/span&gt; Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2167982609384119449?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2167982609384119449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2167982609384119449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2167982609384119449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2167982609384119449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-why-i-hate.html' title='On Why I Hate'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6747619079100128934</id><published>2008-10-09T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:41:51.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>What is a detail?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-117025636663167996</id><published>2008-10-04T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:13:03.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speculations</title><content type='html'>Some guy said he was gonna steal my french bread while I washing dishes (at work), but he decided not to because he thought I'd kick his ass for it.&lt;br /&gt;I said I'm a pretty gentle dude.&lt;br /&gt;He said "well, I guess you can't judge a book by its cover."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-117025636663167996?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/117025636663167996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=117025636663167996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/117025636663167996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/117025636663167996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/10/speculations.html' title='Speculations'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1798777741624548451</id><published>2008-09-17T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:10:40.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totes forgotted how much I love &lt;a href="http://www.margaretcho.com/blog/2008/09/17/im-a-christian-you-fuckers.html"&gt;Margaret Cho.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1798777741624548451?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1798777741624548451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1798777741624548451' title='0 Comments'/><link 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The last bit is the best bit, when she compares Debussy to Schoenberg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmWRttCo7lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PmWRttCo7lo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7410312510144494700?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7410312510144494700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7410312510144494700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7410312510144494700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7410312510144494700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/09/talking-head.html' title='Talking Head'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1989296708516337839</id><published>2008-09-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:30:48.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Maishe</title><content type='html'>It may be true that classical music education is done all wrong--and I mean to talk here only about classical music.  This is something that has been troubling people for quite a while.  (Keep in mind that I'm not much of a(n) historian.)  It used to be, way back in the medieval day, that composition was taught by rote.  There were certain interval progressions that were thought pleasing and proper, and a student would memorize hundreds and hundreds of these, and assembling them constituted composition (this was apparently also true of drawing and painting at the time--artists would learn to copy really well, not create new pictures).  By (post?)modern standards, this seems odd, but we ought to bear in mind that composition then was not seen as a creative endeavor--composers were not artists--but a technical skill.  Composers and painters, etc., were craftsmen (sometimes women, maybe). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently around the 18th century this started to change.  Surely this has to do with the development of Enlightenment aesthetics, about which I still know too little.  Kant's and then Hegel's notions of free play and artistic subjectivity (respectively) are useful historical focal points for the increasing emphasis on the creative subject--and subsequently the development of Romantic theories of genius--but ought not necessarily to be seen as sources, but also as reflections of these cultural changes.  All this is to say that, though I don't know enough about why, for some reason around Bach's time and a little later, composers were expected to be not craftsmen but artists, in what would come to be the Romantic sense of the word.  They were to create, not merely make.  (I think I'm over-blowing the difference a bit though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that Bach was not just a great composer.  He was *the* consummate keyboard improviser.  Legend has it that he was invited to Frederic the Great's court, where his son, C.P.E., was Kappelmeister, and just sat around improvising 5 voice fugues, including some to the theme of what later became &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Musical Offering.&lt;/span&gt;  Of course, we can't recover what he improvised, but the mere feat of improvising a fugue is unheard of nowadays.  According to William Renwick, however, this sort of behavior, was not as rare then as it is now.  Keyboard students were expected to be able to supply, in the act of performing, 3 upper voices to a pre-composed fugue bass, and this was considered to be an early step in education.  Such a complicated act, expected to be performed in real-time, would be beyond the capacity of all but the most tenacious undergrads, even were they given a month to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around this same time a conservative composer/educator named Fux (long U), penned his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gradus ad Parnassum&lt;/span&gt;, which advocated a much older approach to counterpoint.  This pedagogical technique has since become known as species counterpoint, and was used by, amongst others, Mozart, Beethoven and Brahms.  I won't make claims about the improvisatory skills of these composers (Schenker claims that they were in all cases great), but would like to emphasize the focus on counterpoint in their education and teaching, and in their compositional practice (Brahms continued to do species counterpoint exercises long after becoming a respected composer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these things have changed quite a bit.  No longer is keyboard improvisation (or even proficiency) incorporated into the curriculum in a serious way--not at either of the institutions I'm attended, nor in any sphere that I'm familiar with, though I know very few conservatory students.  Counterpoint was more or less jettisoned (according to Schenker) in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, as university programs sought quick and efficient ways to manufacture competent tonal composers on a large (classroom) scale.   Schenker, Schoenberg and schurely others have worked to reverse this trend, but it's clearly not taken so seriously now as it was by Brahms, for example.  Even heavily Schenkerian text books (and Schenker privileged counterpoint in his theories) will often dedicate only an introductory chapter of so to the subject of counterpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads in parallel motion to two points:&lt;br /&gt;1) Diminished interest in piano competency reduces opportunities for students to explore music in time with multiple parts.  Even those students focusing on a keyboard instrument in private lessons lose the opportunity to pursue music in a more theoretical setting, where harmony and counterpoint can be the focus, rather than expression and performance technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I don't think that it makes sense to teach species counterpoint simply because Beethoven studied it.  Certainly that would be one valuable avenue to understanding Beethoven's work, but it's not the only, or necessarily the best, way to get at music.  I think counterpoint is necessary because it fosters discipline and facility with musical language.  Learning counterpoint requires not only the ability to read music quickly, but the ability to compose simple lines in your head that adhere specific--if arbitrary--requirements.  In short, it is good practice of thinking music.  If one is interested in improvisation or composition, or simply in reading well, this is an efficient (and time-consuming) way to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at this step we need to interrogate a few positions.  What is the function of a university (undergraduate) degree in music (cynicism aside)?  Why would we want to teach improvisation or composition (why are they good things)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that strikes me about music undergrads is how much they complain about their course load.  Now, I expect that this happens in all departments, but let us suppose for a second that the situation is comparatively bad in music.  Reworking the curriculum to stress keyboard and contrapuntal proficiency (I am presuming the above critique to be correct) would require an enormous increase in the demands on students.  I don't think that there exists time in a 4-year institution even to begin properly the process of training competent composers and improvisers in the classical tradition.  I suppose that's why counterpoint was pushed aside in the first place: it's hard to take a room full of people and teach them music in a useful way... instead we aim to teach them about music.  Undergraduate education (and I think this is true of most fields) is about teaching people how not to embarrass themselves in their given field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I meant to put aside cynicism.  We would do well to remember that most undergrads are studying (classical) performance or (primary and secondary) education, and the pressures of learning these specific components of music are a large part of what prevent the institution of the above plan.  We might go a step further and suggest that entire approach to education is ill-suited to learning composition.  We really should start kids immediately with the mechanics of music while they're learning the rudiments of performance--and it should be taken seriously by parents, instead of seen as a tool to develop intelligence.  Too often, it seems, music is forced on children by philistine parents who are more concerned with producing cultured and accomplished offspring than with teaching their children music (of course this was equally true in Victorian times).  I'm getting side-tracked :) What I mean to say is that the amount of knowledge and facility required to improvise competently in a tonal (that is, common practice) musical language is attainable only through a program that does not suit itself well to the educational superstructure as it exists today.  There simply isn't enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if improvisation and composition are the goals, surely we are doing it wrong.  Even a conservatory setting, where the greatest performers are produced, falls short of this goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even assuming artistic expression is a positive ideal, we must keep in mind that there is more to expression than creating new series of notes.  Score interpretation is itself a creative act, valued highly enough that while few people are interested in composers nowadays, brilliant interpreters actually make pretty good money (look at me use the market to justify).  So my own performances aside, a skilled university student will actually put a great deal of expression and creativity into performing what we, out of habit, call somebody else's music.  This raises serious questions of authorship and propriety, which I think are dealty with best by dismissing them.  Should we really concern ourselves with whose work is more important in the creation of a musical event?  We do well to remember that Beethoven does not exist on paper alone; even if no one will play, we have to listen in our heads while we read the score.  So the act of writing new melodies is surely important (for some), but so too is the act of creating old melodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to suggest that Mike is belittling performers by saying they're not composers.  Nor do I mean to claim that my sight-reading is the same sort of creative event as a Glen Gould or Mitsuko Uchida performance (to pick two performers on opposite sides of the interpretation spectrum).  But I think it's a mistake to equate creation with composition and improvisation.   I find much more life in playing someone else's pieces than I ever did in writing my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is helping me remember that I'm not as smart as I was 3 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fivethirtyeight.com/"&gt;This is an interesting site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1989296708516337839?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1989296708516337839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1989296708516337839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1989296708516337839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1989296708516337839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-maishe.html' title='For Maishe'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7731114806891345835</id><published>2008-09-15T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:49:57.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressing Political Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://isbarackobamamuslin.com/"&gt;Is Barak Obama muslin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7731114806891345835?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7731114806891345835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7731114806891345835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7731114806891345835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7731114806891345835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/09/pressing-political-problem.html' title='Pressing Political Problem'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1640892369605057054</id><published>2008-09-02T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:52:40.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop and Hope</title><content type='html'>So I just watched the Colbert Report from last Thursday, and he had on a guest who wrote a book which the author summarizes as an explanation of why hip hop will never save black culture.  Why? because even in the "conscious rap" (remember: Kweli says he's not conscious, he's just awake) it's still just people sticking their middle finger up and complaining--which, for Mike at least, will recall a quotation closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show the first song on my pandora station was Gang Starr's "Robin Hood Theory":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_ZANhpYMBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l_ZANhpYMBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which opens by explaining the importance of educating the youth.  Now I don't want to engage here in a discussion of the benefits and dangers of religion, but this is pretty clearly a call to action, not a complaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of a single "conscious" rapper who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; discussed the importance of family and education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fj5T5FkGiUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fj5T5FkGiUw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1640892369605057054?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1640892369605057054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1640892369605057054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1640892369605057054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1640892369605057054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/09/hip-hop-and-hope.html' title='Hip Hop and Hope'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7311230938186500213</id><published>2008-08-31T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T15:58:06.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm rubber, he's glue.</title><content type='html'>This is funny to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/2008/08/27/condoms/index.html"&gt;http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/2008/08/27/condoms/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7311230938186500213?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7311230938186500213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7311230938186500213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7311230938186500213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7311230938186500213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-rubber-hes-glue.html' title='I&apos;m rubber, he&apos;s glue.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-4787706952702651406</id><published>2008-08-18T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T23:41:39.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One last Eco</title><content type='html'>So I finished the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foucault's Pendulum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;This is a book you should probably read.  It's long (+500) and the writing style is not particularly skilled (at least in translation), so it may not be your top choice for a fun read, but I think it's well worth the work.  It's not an action book, like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt;, to which I compared it earlier (and I may repeat some of that here, since I don't remember everything I wrote); instead, the layout of the book is one of immersion.  Most of the dialogue serves the same purpose as the internal narrative: to provide either historical background or the narrator's (and his companions') re-reading of history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this count as a spoiler?  I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you're super worried, you should stop, just in case.  I'm just gonna talk a little about the moral of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I was mostly right, or at least Umberto agrees with me.  After the climactic scene of the book, the narrator, Casaubon, reflects on what he's learned--in a chapter reminiscent of the end of most "South Park" episodes.  He talks at length on the importance of mystery, though, rather than revelation.  To me, this is a book about the construction of order to make sense of chaos: we create things like history and religion so that the things we do are important.  Whether we're instruments of God or Humanity (I'm looking at you, humanists), the adoption of a narrative for reality means that what I'm doing has meaning--what's more, as Belbo points out, since God and Humanity are transcendent categories (humanism is only a substitute negative theology), we need neither question our role in the narrative, nor worry about the utility of our actions: the lord works in mysterious ways, etc.  Indeed, the more esoteric the plot (the Plan, as Casaubon and Belbo come to name their re-reading), the less the hero--you--needs to worry about his/her meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make it sound like religion is Eco's primary target, nor do I mean to single it out for my own attack here.  On the contrary, one of the important lessons of this book is that religion is but one form of ordering, and turning to secular humanism only substitutes one god for another (this seems similar to the warnings against gynocentrism voiced by some feminists).  Eco also takes some time to recuperate Jesus, remembering that He said there's only one real rule, and that we can forget about the rest...and of course after this we rushed to fill the void. "What? That's it?  We've been waiting millennia [the plural eludes spell check] for the revelation and it's that simple?" And from there we proceed to invent something much more complicated.  From my point of view, this begets the creation of dogma; from Eco's point of view, this creates the further mysteries.  We might sum this last up with "the lord works in mysterious ways," but Eco is more specific, pointing at the Templars, the Rosicruscians, and the Illuminati, though I read these as largely metaphoric--I don't think he's really that concerned with why there is a subculture of occultism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My narrative is breaking down (the printed one).  There were some interesting passages I was gonna cite, but right now the idea of constructing a quasi-academic review is completely unappealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret is that there is no secret.  And we shouldn't expect that to come as a relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-4787706952702651406?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/4787706952702651406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=4787706952702651406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4787706952702651406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/4787706952702651406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-last-eco.html' title='One last Eco'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2458089557243943470</id><published>2008-08-14T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:17:24.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YHWH</title><content type='html'>YHWH&lt;br /&gt;YHHW&lt;br /&gt;YWHH&lt;br /&gt;YWHH&lt;br /&gt;YHHW&lt;br /&gt;YHWH&lt;br /&gt;HYWH&lt;br /&gt;HYHW&lt;br /&gt;HWYH&lt;br /&gt;HWHY&lt;br /&gt;HHYW&lt;br /&gt;HHWY&lt;br /&gt;WYHH&lt;br /&gt;WYHH&lt;br /&gt;WHYH&lt;br /&gt;WHHY&lt;br /&gt;WHYH&lt;br /&gt;WHHY&lt;br /&gt;HYHW&lt;br /&gt;HYWH&lt;br /&gt;HHYW&lt;br /&gt;HHWY&lt;br /&gt;HWYH&lt;br /&gt;HWHY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2458089557243943470?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2458089557243943470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2458089557243943470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2458089557243943470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2458089557243943470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/yhwh.html' title='YHWH'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5411837656347980073</id><published>2008-08-12T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T13:31:04.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>Looks like the Democratic party has altered a bit its rhetoric on abortion.  This is a cut-and-paste from feministing.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Via Kay Steiger at &lt;a href="http://www.pushback.org/2008/08/12/dropping-legal-safe-and-rare/"&gt;Pushback&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  It looks like the Democratic Party dropped the "safe, legal and rare" part of its platform on choice. The &lt;a href="http://www.queerty.com/wp/docs/2008/08/2008-democratic-platform-080808.pdf"&gt;new platform (PDF), &lt;/a&gt;which was just released, puts less of an emphasis on the controversial abortion reduction framework. The section on choice reads as follows: &lt;p&gt;"The Democratic Party strongly and unequivocally supports Roe v. Wade and a woman's right to choose a safe and legal abortion, regardless of ability to pay, and we oppose any and all efforts to weaken or undermine that right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Democratic Party also strongly supports access to affordable family planning services and comprehensive age-appropriate sex education which empowers people to make informed choices and live healthy lives. We also recognize that such health care and education help reduce the number of unintended pregnancies and thereby also reduce the need for abortions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is me again.   I would be excited to see this incorporated into actual governmental policies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5411837656347980073?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5411837656347980073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5411837656347980073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5411837656347980073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5411837656347980073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-8684397877067004844</id><published>2008-08-11T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:48:26.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dan and Umberto</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm the only one to see Dan Brown's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; as a watered down version of Eco's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foucault's Pendulum&lt;/span&gt;.  In fact, I internetted it, and found at least one blog article on the comparison, but it seemed likely to contain spoilers, and since I'm making my way slowly through the book, I thought I'd wait a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm coming to realize that there's more to this difference than density.  Sure, Brown is writing for a lazy audience, and his book reflects that: there's very little difficult content; his prose move smoothly, and after each puzzle is completed; the narrator comments on how ingenious the shadowy masterminds must be, leaving the reader with a sense of accomplishment, even though the puzzle probably wasn't solved before it's revelation in the text--indeed, if I remember correctly most of the puzzles lacked a crucial bit of information, the revelation of which was concurrent with the solving.  In contrast, Eco indulges in lengthy passages of dense historical monologue; drops untranslated phrases in Latin, French, German and Spanish (he's kind enough, at least, to transliterate Hebrew and Greek); and has a clunky, academic writing style (though the translator may be partly at fault).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These differences are surely important to my preference for the earlier text; Eco speaks in a way that presupposes my competence, and I get to pretend I'm smart because I'm reading a comparatively difficult piece of modern (I'm not sure this is the right word, but I'll defend it a bit below) fiction.  This is cosmetic.  I like Eco better because he makes me feel better about myself.  Reading Dan Brown is like reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hardy Boys&lt;/span&gt;, except without the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, I'm coming into a less vain reason to laud Eco's work above Brown's.  To explain, I would ask the question, "Why do I think these books were written?" I will leave aside cynical ideas about fame and wealth, arguing that any story would have done the trick for those.  Why write a fiction book about the occult history of European religion? (And in order to incorporate the breadth of Eco's work, I won't just say Catholicism.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the answer is different for Eco than it is for Brown, but I think the same historical narrative is in play.  One of Eco's characters (Lia) says that the reason people put bombs on trains is because they're looking for God.  Keep in mind this was written in 1988, before our particular, contemporary brand of chauvinism had equated terrorism with (Islamic) religious extremism--In Eco's book, a terrorist is as likely to be a communist or anarchist as s/he is to be a religious fanatic.  In fact, one of the points is that there isn't a difference.  Belbo (perhaps the story's protagonist/anti-hero) remarks at one point that very little distinguishes him as a scholar and editor from practitioners of heretical rites that he is observing.  Everyone is looking for order in the chaos.  The bomb is put on the train because, fundamentally, we all believe in synarchy, whether in the form of the illuminati or simply God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shorten, and to elide much of what's going on in my head (maybe I'll write something longer when I'm finished reading), the reason Eco wrote his book is to talk about, through metaphor, the philosophical/historical crises that surfaced in European thought from 1968 on.  It's not a mistake that that's when the story's narrator--Casaubon (a character from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/span&gt; who dies before completing his life's work: "The Key to All Mythologies")--meets Belbo, and gets involved with the publishing firm around which the story centers.  (1968 was an important year in European--particularly Parisian, but apparently also Milanese--academia, with students protesting, even getting in fights with police, about nearly everything.  It also is the year that Deleuze, Derrida, Foucault and several others all published some of their most important work.)  Out of the '68 riots came declarations of the death of the author, the death of history, the death of philosophy, etc.  The narrative fabric of European thought was torn asunder in a way that they thought to be irreversible--or perhaps they only had a political stake in hoping it would be irreversible.  As some tell the story--and it is always noted that it's ironic to tell the story of how stories can't be told truthfully--successive and increasingly violent and destructive armed conflict (that is, WWI and WWII, amongst other things) thoroughly undermined the ostensible benevolence of reason.  The Enlightenment claimed that through rational progress a better, happier world could be built.  The repeated bleeding of Europe--supposedly the most civilized and advanced part of the world--suggested that the Enlightenment was wrong; the increasingly public colonial violence of Korea and Vietnam (especially the latter) made it clear to the new generation of academics that something was terribly wrong with narrative history.  We've all been told that we must learn history in order to keep from repeating its mistakes.  What the members of the '68 protests claimed is that this is a lie, or that it's being co-opted by power and authority not to prevent mistakes, but to refine them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put more concisely, history is really a series (even that word is too suggestive) of events with no order or direction.  Marx and Hegel had theorized that there was a dialectical path history took, with a definite goal, which Hegel analogized to the personal quest for self-knowledge.  The atrocity of the second world war, and the continued systemic international violence of capitalist democracy, undermined rationalism, and called for something else.  Most of the still-read authors from '68 (and after, of course, since the good ones kept publishing) have simply (or convolutedly) argued that there is no system, no narrative, but that we, as Spivak says, "can't help but narrate."  Which is why we put bombs on the train, why we believe in gods, why we switch cause and effect--missing what for Lia is obvious: that mysticism is just our way of not looking at our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belbo--again from Eco's book--spends his life ashamed of not being the hero of his story.  This isn't painted in some eccentric modernist/existentialist way, but still effectively underpins all his actions.  Belbo was 10ish when the Fascists were fighting the Partisans (1943-45), and wasn't old enough to fight.  His whole life he's felt like a coward, always not taking the (absurd) opportunity to lay down his life.  He's not a white knight, and that devours him.  In order to turn life into the narrative everyone says it's supposed to be, he and Casaubon create the Plan.  I won't say any more about that, since it'd be spoilery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is we can read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foucault's Pendulum&lt;/span&gt; as a narrator narrating the story of how it's impossible to not narrate, even knowing that narrating is absurd and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; is a different matter.  But it succeeds because it's not a deliberate allegory.  Brown isn't trying to depict the urge to depict.  Indeed, Brown is exactly one of the things Eco is depicting: the uncontrollable lust for narrative.  Eco was writing about why stories like Brown's will always be popular, about why there will always be theories about the Illuminati, et al.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-8684397877067004844?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/8684397877067004844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=8684397877067004844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8684397877067004844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8684397877067004844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/dan-and-umberto.html' title='Dan and Umberto'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5359809879635506188</id><published>2008-08-10T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T03:56:13.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working late is a trip.  I hung out after-hours at the pub next door, and now it's 4 am and I'm supposed to sleep?  Biking home makes that hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The postmodernism thing.  In brief, since I can't really speak very well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Postmodernism as architectural style.  This is pretty straight forward it seems to me.  There is a modernist school of architecture (FLW, I believe) and a strong, more or less clearly defined international set of rules, and the emergence of a "post" ought not to be surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Keith Potter: Postmodernism as sampling.  Potter, writing about minimalism, samples lightly from Foster, who samples from Jameson, to establish postmodernism pan-generically as characterized by quotation in a more or less esoteric manner.  Questions like "Mahler?" and "Schubert?" are left open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Jameson himself.  For now, because it's 4 am, I'm skipping Foster (I've had too much Jameson for another Fosters).  Aside from Potter's interest in quotation, Jameson is interested in the "decentered subject," which he borrows in part from Barthes.  Spivak goes to town a bit on this, suggesting that the idea that the so-called postmodern subject--that is, you and I-- is decentered only in so far as the modern subject--your mom and dad--felt anxiety, etc.  That is to say, that Jameson is renaming already cataloged phenomena in the interest of presenting a break or rupture where there is in fact only a repetition or continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Lyotard.  Lyotard, though again Spivak shows some useful flaws, is perhaps the best account so far.  For him, postmodernism seems to be about the commodification (i'm done looking up spellings) of information.  This is only possible through the development of digital technology, and is a clear difference between contemporary society and the fin-de-siecle anxiety typified by high modernism.  The question looms: is it useful to talk about art in these terms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is the short version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5359809879635506188?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5359809879635506188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5359809879635506188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5359809879635506188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5359809879635506188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/working-late-is-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-1383690613882628285</id><published>2008-08-09T02:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T02:33:40.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After my second night shift.</title><content type='html'>This is sort of how I feel about me, and about most popular music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://picturesforsadchildren.com/index.php?comicID=172&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy Nate uses the term "global unconscious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might soon write a long one about my current thoughts on so genannte "Postmodernism."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-1383690613882628285?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/1383690613882628285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=1383690613882628285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1383690613882628285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/1383690613882628285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-my-second-night-shift.html' title='After my second night shift.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5690827002660350297</id><published>2008-08-05T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:28:22.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst</title><content type='html'>So I had maybe my worst thought yet ever so far today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at work, at the day job--which is the pleasant, nuclear-friendly atmosphere--and two mothers came in with their two sets of twins.  Not pleasant children.  They--perhaps 3 years old each?--clearly knew exactly where the limits lay.  They were more than a match for their escorts, and the escorts recognized this with frazzled toleration and appeasing sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought: I wonder if you can get just one abortion?  You know, like leave one of them in there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty hot day, for Seattle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-5690827002660350297?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/5690827002660350297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5690827002660350297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5690827002660350297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5690827002660350297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/08/worst.html' title='The worst'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-8423979477578339616</id><published>2008-07-22T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:46:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiggy Check</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a while, so I feel like I should post something.  I don't have much on my mind--kinda in an unwindy (long i) space.  I'm beginning my move to Greenwood soon, and look forward to having a new digs, and I've begun background readings on Schubert and sonata form, which have been interesting.  Gonna try to plow through a biography this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reading Eco's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foucault's Pendulum&lt;/span&gt;, which so far reminds me of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Da Vinci&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Code,&lt;/span&gt; if it hadn't been written by a cinder block.  The prose can be a bit dense at times, but that's what happens when your audience isn't a bunch of children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Torrie again for the first time in years (since our breakup).  It was interesting.  Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding a bike is a lot easier when the front tire has air in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-8423979477578339616?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/8423979477578339616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=8423979477578339616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8423979477578339616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8423979477578339616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/07/chiggy-check.html' title='Chiggy Check'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-5281494494595449745</id><published>2008-07-16T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:49:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>I love Margaret Cho.  You should watch all 8.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=5281494494595449745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5281494494595449745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/5281494494595449745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/07/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-7005572955505120222</id><published>2008-06-30T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:34:36.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could use $450 though.</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that I sold my barely working monitor to someone for $450 dollars, and then sat back and hoped that she didn't notice it was broken.  Of course, I knew she would notice, so I also tried to convince myself that I wasn't really sure it was broken, and that it ought to surprise both of us (her and me) if it didn't work for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-7005572955505120222?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/7005572955505120222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=7005572955505120222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7005572955505120222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/7005572955505120222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-could-use-450-though.html' title='I could use $450 though.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-276764788140212900</id><published>2008-06-25T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:21:38.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me get all gushy</title><content type='html'>[While it will be clear that there is a particular person who inspired me to think down this path, it should also be made clear that this isn't about anyone, nor is it meant to be a chronicle of my or anyone else's experiences.  "You" is meant, almost always, in a rhetorical sense, as is "me," to the extent that that is possible.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the first step has to be dealing with what it means to know.  I want, for present purposes, to divorce knowledge from meaning, the former being dynamic and indeterminate, the latter being negative and prescriptive.  Meaning comes from a "that means," which dictates the limits of the object, presenting an end result--I'm reading Nancy's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening&lt;/span&gt;, from which we might take that meaning is a result of hearing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entendre&lt;/span&gt;).  Knowledge, as I mean the term (sorry) here, is an intimate caressing, a dynamic exploration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, the two do not really exist separately--"as I mean the term," for example--and are both themselves each other: meaning is never so static as we mean it to be, nor does knowledge exhibit the flexibility I romantically attribute to it.  But the reason I want to tease them apart is to purify knowledge--I'm looking for the logos, I suppose--and in so doing I am implicated in a search for meaning, which has already begun by trying to avoid meaning.  In fact, I've considered starting this by not starting this way, since it is a bit of a track that I might not be tall enough to step out of.   So I'll leave off where we are, and willfully pragmatize.  Let's talk about knowing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for separating meaning from knowledge is allow for the non-existence of divinity/fate.  It is one thing to run in semantic circles and talk of chains of signifiers; nowadays it is hardly Earth-shaking to say words don't mean anything (in a concrete sense) but only point, more or less vaguely, at other words.  I don't want to talk of words, but of people (even if it is, as Bloom says Stevens says, " 'a world of words to the end of it' ").  I want to talk about knowing a person, and not about what a person means.  And we'll return to how the former bleeds into the latter, tearing a gash.  So I'll dismiss for now, strategically, that people mean anything.  We're not meant for each other; no one is meant for anyone or anything.  This isn't depressing; it doesn't mean there is no happiness or love, etc.  Indeed, it is the opposite of depressing: no fate means freedom to love as love happens, not out of necessity or obligation, but out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whom do we know?  I'm going to risk absolutes again, and say I know only one person.  In touching, there is feeling on both sides.  If I touch you, I feel what you feel like, but I don't feel what you feel.  You react, and I feel your reaction, but I don't feel what makes you react, and I don't feel why you react.  But, I do feel me feeling your reaction, and can feel how I react to your reaction and reacting.  You exist on the other side of a membrane that doesn't let messages pass.  The only membrane of which I can feel both sides is my own.  I can feel myself feeling myself, like two lips in Irigaray's metaphor, and can become my own site of knowledge.  What passes colloquially as knowing you is me getting to know myself better.   You, like everything, are radically exterior, and our mutual existences comprise of mutual alienations, the negotiations of which constitute the experience of knowing oneself.  In this conception, I have not moved beyond Schopenhauer's first sentences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It then becomes clear and certain to him that he does not know a sun and an earth, but only an eye that sees a sun, a hand that feels an earth; that the world around him is there only as representation, in other words, only in reference to another thing, namely that which represents, and this is himself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's love.  The preceding makes it impossible to talk about love.  First, because it follows necessarily that even if I know what love is, I only know what it is for me.  Love runs the risk of being the insufferable banality of the Universal.  Indeed, even in saying "love" I recapitulate the prescriptive role of Man, explaining to you the quest upon which you're meant to embark.  So I will step back from this just a bit, though will, for better or worse, retain the age-old narrative of woman/truth that will underpin most of what follows.  And in this respect, maybe talking about love along side an exploration of the limits of knowing is perfectly appropriate--or at least scrupulously self-interested.  Maybe I can sublimate after all; perhaps my longing for knowledge (and truth) is intimately interwoven with my longing for love, which is, for better or worse, directed toward a longing for woman.  But I won't get too Freudian here.  Suffice it to say that in searching for the truth about knowing, it can hardly be seen as coincidental that I must now turn to love, and that the problematic between the two orbits around knowing/loving a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a moment to be more specific about what I mean by love (there it is again).  Agamben says, and people grow tired of me reciting this, that we don't love for the particular: I love your eyes, your kindness, your lameness (his choice, not mine).  Nor, however, do we love for the universal: this is not a story of Universal Love, etc.  So while might love your flowing brown hair, or your mercurial, arresting eyes, I do not love you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; those (or in spite of them).  Nor would I love you for the sake of loving.  Love exists in such a peculiar, particular position that it seems best suited when it eclipses the rest of the lexicon and grammar.  Love.  And in so being, as if isolated but of course always with a tacit context (I've been assuming a subject/object complex, but that is primarily for rhetorical simplicity; there is no reason to presume that love needs only two, or even two), love presents the fallacy of the absolutism of the membrane that prohibits inter-subjective knowledge.  Love.  By erasing the two-way subject/object relationship of the verb, it is no longer clear where lines are crossing, which direction the intensities are flowing.   That is to say that love, by existing neither in terms of the specific nor the general, effects a re-evaluation of the limits of knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, at the risk of being a romantic, is the condition of knowing someone else.  But this is not to say that it is true that we can know someone.  I would suggest that these two conditions--love and not-knowing--exist in constant tension.  They are not extremes of a continuum, for to be so, we would then have to talk of degrees of love, and love would no longer be non-specific, nor non-universal: it would be both specific and universal.  To say that love is the extreme of a continuum is to suggest that one love could be replaced with another, in the interest of maximizing utility.  And though I have not loved much, I am sure I've never had one love that I would exchange for any other, under any circumstances.  The continuum with love on the horizon universalizes a "pure" love, and at the same time assigns a specific value to the less than ideal love you might experience at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a continuum, but also not a dialectical tension.  Love is not the negation of not-knowing.  The latter condition does not pre-exist the former, nor does it cease to function when love "comes along."  And most importantly, regarding the dialectic, there is no synthesis of the two opposed conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because of the non-dialectical tension between love and not-knowing that we bleed.  (I need to go to bed soon) When I love, I also still don't know--even while knowing.  This still-knowing in the face of not-knowing is not to be viewed as self-delusion.  That the two coexist is the condition of love: we both know and don't know each other.  This constant tension is what leads to jealousy, as well as to reasons for jealousy.  It can breed distrust, insecurity, and, in the opposite direction, a certain wanderlust: how do I know what I'm missing (if I don't even know what I have)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are trivial matters.  We will or won't work through or around cheating.  What is much more grave is the gash that is torn when love and not-knowing bleed together.  When loving and not-knowing become having-loved and (still) not-knowing.  When the ignorance resulting from the impossibility of inter-subjective experiences shocks the system and disrupts the knowing of love.  The sweet dissonance of the affair becomes the unconditioned dissonance of alienation--and not the continual alienation from one another we always feel, but a self-alienation.  The love that defied not-knowing now become the not-knowing of the self, as one must now wonder how or why one thought one knew, when clearly one did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, even as the gash bleeds, one must remember that even while one did not know, one knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm too sleepy to keep things straight, and will hopefully re-read this soon to see if I left anything out or got stupid :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-276764788140212900?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/276764788140212900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=276764788140212900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/276764788140212900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/276764788140212900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/06/look-at-me-get-all-gushy.html' title='Look at me get all gushy'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6259641399940411849</id><published>2008-06-23T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T19:13:00.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HRC'/><title type='text'>Race and Sex</title><content type='html'>I've been a little concerned about what I've been hearing about Clinton supporters getting angry about losing, and about some of them going so far as to threaten to vote McCain.  How could progressive women vote for a man who is openly anti-choice and calls his wife a cunt?  Via Feministing, I've come across&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/opinion/feature/2008/06/23/pumas/index.html"&gt; a great piece&lt;/a&gt; that helps to explain why some people are exactly that angry.  And more specifically, why many of them are angry at not just the good old boys, but at the good guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt that particularly intrigues me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Of course, the ease with which these kinds of stereotypes were bandied about suggests that it is women -- about to take your jobs and your college acceptance letters and your seat in the Oval Office and probably your penis! -- who are the most threatening to the established white male power structure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I think back to the relative treatments of Colin Powell and Condoleezza Rice.  In this case too, much more vitriol is spewed toward the woman than the man, and like the democratic primary, race is shown to be less flammable than sex.  I think this is fundamentally related to what Immortal Technique--and others, but him most recently for me--have said regarding racism and economic class.  He says, in &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=j7Vl0peys90"&gt;The Poverty of Philosophy&lt;/a&gt;, that while racism is still clearly active in America, class repression is much stronger--which is why he doesn't hate the white kid down the street, but only the politicians, et al. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we find in the Clinton/Obama race is the flip side of this.  A black man running for president is not threatening to the sophisticated chauvinist because it does nearly nothing to change the precedent of oppression as it exists.  With Obama's primary victory we can now say race won't keep black men out of political position, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; we can simultaneously ignore the very real economic barriers that continue to prevent most African-Americans from even leaving the ghetto, much less aspiring to any position of power.  In short, Obama is not threatening because he doesn't represent--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darstellung&lt;/span&gt;--the black man that racism fears.  Electing him will not empower those black people that racists fear because it will not upset the economic imbalance that structures racism. We might say that racism is benefiting from a well-ingrained paradox: electing Obama would be declared historic, because he represents an disempowered minority; but electing Obama is not threatening--and in terms of "progress" might not really be so historic--because he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; represent a disempowered minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clinton is quite a different story, because of the structural differences between sexism and racism.  Women as a class (?) are oppressed not by economic fiat but by social convention.  Women are not born to poorer families then are men, and don't grow up in more dangerous neighborhoods (excepting of course that, because of the epidemic of sexual violence, nearly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; neighborhoods are more dangerous for women).  The only thing that stands in the way of a woman and the presidency is sexism.   Of course it's harder for women to land extremely high-paying jobs--to appease non-feminists, this could be toned down to "less likely"--and such jobs make running for office much easier to do, if for no other reason than the increase in assets and connections, but the restricted access to such a market too is a result of sexism, not economic class.  So racism always acts in tandem with structural economic oppression, but sexism does not (I am finessing away, in unforgivable fashion, overlaps of sexism and racism).  As a consequence, electing a woman would do a great deal to undermine the institution of sexism; it would alter precedent and preference, which are the only things keeping women from the highest office.  Thus electing Clinton is threatening to chauvinism in a way that electing Obama is not.  Electing Clinton--or any woman, but I am inclined to say any &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; woman--would, in a very real way, upset the position reserved for women as a support and background, rather than as a leader.  And it would do so in relation to every bi-sexual encounter, where the only thing ensuring the subordinance of the woman is the precedent that she is by nature subordinate.  In that respect, voting for Clinton--policies aside--would have done much more to upset white male dominance than voting for Obama can do.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Policies aside&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have to hold on to is that another woman will come along, and that she'll actually be progressive.  Clinton is a point of ambivalence for me.  I want to vote for a woman, because sexism is habitual in ways that racism is not (because of the above), but Clinton demonstrated an impressive capacity to do things that made her completely unvoteforable.  The two things that spring to mind are the "gas tax holiday" and her habit of calling Obama "elite" and dismissing things she didn't like as "elite opinion."  (I'm irritated about anti-elitism and about conflating "elitism" and "elite."  Doesn't elite just mean better?  How can that be a bad thing?)  Why did she have to be such a bad candidate?  And will I ever be able to sort out her bad positions from the devil-mask painted for her by the sexist media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be sure, before I go, that it's clear that I'm not arguing that sexism is better or worse than racism, or that it's easier or more important to combat one or the other.  Both are rancid cancers that we will all die with, and I don't mean to make the abolishionist mistake of putting one struggle ahead of the other.  But exploring why the Man flamed Clinton in ways that He didn't flame Obama is important, especially since we all hope to go through this again very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-6259641399940411849?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/6259641399940411849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=6259641399940411849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6259641399940411849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6259641399940411849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/06/race-and-sex.html' title='Race and Sex'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-3564895926607830330</id><published>2008-06-19T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:33:38.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pints'/><title type='text'>3.5</title><content type='html'>It is a clear night tonight, and the city lights are bright.  The underbellies of the streams of jet exhaust are white against blue, and they carry with them the despair of unknowable distance and space.  Glancing north means knowing there is too much for me to ever matter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this is dreadfully banal.  What was fun about tonight is feeling this cliché turn around on itself so swiftly, as I remembered that that much space is a good thing.  Finite sets are as oppressive as infinite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-3564895926607830330?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/3564895926607830330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=3564895926607830330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3564895926607830330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/3564895926607830330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/06/35.html' title='3.5'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-6052023016735859166</id><published>2008-06-17T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:24:25.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;An eminent philosopher among my friends, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the serene light of science, has shown e this pregnant little fact.  Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be rubbed by a housemaid, will be minutely and multitudinously scratched in all directions; but place now against it a lighted candle as a centre of illumination, and lo ! the scratches will seem to arrange themselves in a fine series of concentric circles round that little sun.  It is demonstrable that the scratches are going everywhere impartially, and it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a concentric arrangement, its light falling with an exclusive optical selection.  These things are a parable.&lt;/blockquote&gt;--George Eliot, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlemarch&lt;/span&gt;, 182.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe what I like best about this is that it applies equally to religion as it does to science, but does not dismiss either in their essence.  Further, it cautions against all those who position themselves more moderately in the science/religion spectrum--though a linear ordering of disparate approaches replicates the same mistake against which we are warned.   We might read it as a critique of methodology, rather than ideology, though I would be reluctant to separate the two so cleanly.  Indeed, in many ways, particularly symbolism, Eliot prefigures Irigaray here, by suggesting that it is the light of reason--of the subject's gaze--that privileges certain ordered readings of the world while marginalizing others; in short, the light lets us ignore what Rorty calls "feminine messes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-6052023016735859166?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/6052023016735859166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=6052023016735859166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6052023016735859166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/6052023016735859166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/06/ge.html' title='GE'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-8890959015431932706</id><published>2008-05-26T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T11:09:06.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it turns out Cake covered Mahna Mahna.  I just heard it in a coffee shop, and am now doing some research.  I don't know where star wars comes into this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/06SL0DM4krM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/06SL0DM4krM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KC9FtLQJoGM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KC9FtLQJoGM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-8890959015431932706?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/8890959015431932706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=8890959015431932706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8890959015431932706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/8890959015431932706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-it-turns-out-cake-covered-mahna.html' title=''/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-48112560408964527</id><published>2008-05-21T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:33:31.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Lemonade.</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what to write here, but I feel that I am obliged.  I just took my first written exam, in which I was asked two questions, the first of which covered 3 topics (though only mentioned 2) and the second of which covered 2, as well as some extra-topicular material (namely, Schönberg).  The experience was strange.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaking was hard not to do, especially at first.  I was both excited by the encounter, and quite frightened about the slowness with which I comprehended the first question (which dealt with Deleuze and Guattari as well as the more complicated feminists I've been looking at).  While I have been too cowardly to review my writing, I fear it was somewhat inchoate.  I, in spite of myself, neglected to map out an outline, and the result is that, in my excitement, I occasionally lost my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the whole I think it was successful.  It seems to me that I demonstrated at least sufficient knowledge to pass, and I hope to have actually done quite well on the first question.  The second was more difficult to manage, since I am uncertain about how much the asker knew about the subjects.  I may have given too much background, I may have given too little.  In any event, there was undoubtedly insufficient analysis, but the nature of the quesiton, if I read the asking well enough, necessitated this outcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At any rate, it is done, and in Elena's hands now.  I need only wait until Friday, when I'll be asked anew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pee a lot when I work under pressure from home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-48112560408964527?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/48112560408964527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=48112560408964527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/48112560408964527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/48112560408964527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/2008/05/strawberry-lemonade.html' title='Strawberry Lemonade.'/><author><name>ThePeat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05389598497322836001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7182345667154863724.post-2899787291736426842</id><published>2008-05-18T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:16:19.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I crack me up (in my dreams)</title><content type='html'>So I had a dream last night.   Hillary Clinton was in Hawaii, and a bunch of kayakers were starting a race.  The race was started by getting in the kayaks at the top of the hill and riding them down to the ocean (which is not bad for the kayaks at all) where presumably they would then race in water.  What they didn't realize was that Clinton was in their path, and she got thoroughly run over by a bunch of kayaks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I said, "If I were already known as the first lady, I wouldn't go anywhere near a race."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7182345667154863724-2899787291736426842?l=ptere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ptere.blogspot.com/feeds/2899787291736426842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7182345667154863724&amp;postID=2899787291736426842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7182345667154863724/posts/default/2899787291736426842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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