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Phelpspotsbongsgate

In the continuing story of SNL reclaiming its cultural relevance, I think this week’s “Weekend Update” really did justice to Michael Phelps’ troubles with one of the world’s top producers of munchie food.

 

 

I’m sorry that this is causing trouble for Phelps, but I think he will ultimately come out as a more respected (i.e. honest, real) figure once this has died down a bit. Even if he sacrificed a few million dollars worth of endorsement deals, I’m sure he’ll keep doing all right for himself.

And in terms of endorsements, that bong rip was the second biggest unpaid endorsement deal of the season after Obama’s fight to keep his Blackberry generated as much as $50 million in free publicity for RIM. I wonder how much Roor would have paid for that picture.

In all seriousness, I think this is great news for American culture. With the president of the united states, the world’s most celebrated athlete, the mayor of new york….. et al. openly admitting to smoking weed, it is only more painfully obvious that our drug laws have serious problems. While the DEA is no longer arguing that smoking pot makes you crazy à la Reefer Madness its propaganda will have a hard time convincing people that pot will ruin your life with laziness and munchies. If the national public health services wanted to make a real difference on this front, maybe they would divert some of the drug war funding into youth obesity prevention or healthy food initiatives.

How to improve Morning mail

In my first BDH column today, I discussed how the new Brown policy restricting advertising in Morning Mail to events expecting more than 300 people harms student groups. Building the Critical Theory Project has shown me how important access to Morning Mail is for forming and organizing a student group. This policy will also harm university departments and organizations (e.g. the Curricular Resource Center, Career Services) trying to spread awareness of their programs.

Though I agree that Morning Mail got a bit long last semester, I think the harm caused by losing so much information about what is happening on campus far outweighs the benefits of a shorter daily email. The BDH was right in arguing that people who skipped the Morning Mail will probably not start reading it because it contains fewer announcements. If anything, the service will lose readers as its relevance to student life declines.

The digest at the top of the Morning Mail already provides readers with a quick way to scan the contents. If it’s getting too unwieldy, maybe there should be better editing of the submissions. Thought ALL CAPS does catch the eye when it’s used in the middle of a large block of text, it will only start an ugly Morning Mail arms race. In addition, the Morning Mail administrators could create some kind of “featured events” section that would separate and highlight the biggest events. This system would catch reader’s attention while maintaining everyone’s access.

And there might be more UCS or CIS could do to help organizations advertise to the Brown community. Morning Mail already has a pretty functional website, but it could be aesthetically improved. A blog format might actually work well, since entries could be organized by tags. The content could also be used to build the kind of personalized Brown home page that some other schools have. This idea was raised in last semester’s UCS poll.

Defining Torture

Bob Woodward’s article in today’s Washington Post includes the first Bush Administration confirmation of torture at Guantanamo. Susan Crawford, who was named convening authority of military commissions by Defense Secretary Gates in February 2007, went on the record:

“We tortured [Mohammed al-] Qahtani. His treatment met the legal definition of torture. And that’s why I did not refer the case” for prosecution.

Aside from an official admission of something everyone already knew, what is most interesting about this human rights embarrassment? I think we should focus on the definitional argument undergirding the administrative decision labeling these “abusive techniques” as too rough while other detainees’ experiences during stays at Gitmo and in foreign prisons after CIA rendition still remain undisclosed or unclassified as torture. Consider Crawford’s logic in deciding to call Qahtani’s treatment “torture” and halt prosecution:

Crawford, 61, said the combination of the interrogation techniques, their duration and the impact on Qahtani’s health led to her conclusion. “The techniques they used were all authorized, but the manner in which they applied them was overly aggressive and too persistent. . . . You think of torture, you think of some horrendous physical act done to an individual. This was not any one particular act; this was just a combination of things that had a medical impact on him, that hurt his health. It was abusive and uncalled for. And coercive. Clearly coercive. It was that medical impact that pushed me over the edge” to call it torture, she said.

 

Thus, the medicalization of torture. It is a biopolitical classification right out of Discipline and Punish. While the purpose of torture is to trigger a psychological breakdown (this was certainly accomplished: ”There is no doubt he was tortured,” Gitanjali S. Gutierrez, Qahtani’s civilian attorney, said this week. “He has loss of concentration and memory loss, and he suffers from paranoia.”) this definition sidesteps the psychic realm in favor of the more easily categorizable medical definition. Taken as the legally accepted category of “torture,” this policy would run into the same ethical problems as capital punishment, since doctors’ Hippocratic Oaths would seem to ban participation in torture. Were a licensed doctor’s medical opinion is required to render legally binding judgement on the limits of a prisoner’s human rights, these ethical dilemmas would become legal problems akin to the ones that caused the Supreme Court to issue stays on executions last year.

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War is Peace, Freedom is Slavery, Ignorance is Strength, Scion is Creepy

As the country works together to fight off depression this winter, we’ll have to do without the usual excitement of the circuit of over-the-top auto shows. Even the revered Detroit International Auto Show is struggling, as Nissan (whose new ads feature the tag line “You don’t just need a car, you need a car company“) pulled out of the event and all the other manufacturers are cutting back on parties, catering, and models. GM is even trading in the usual wood floors in its exhibit for less-costly carpet.

sheesh.

Against this backdrop, there seems to be one company – or rather one marque of the no-longer profitable Toyota Motor Corp - that is still “cool:” Scion. Personally, I find their cars pretty ugly and they’re not fun to drive (I’ve rented the xB a few times through Zipcar). Perhaps their only redeeming quality in my eyes is that ?uestlove drives one.

Currently, viral marketing is all the rage (Dodge is trying to ignore the reality of non-existent truck sales by putting together a viral “reality” show with some real Americans) but there remains nothing more powerful than when customers spontaneously adopt a brand personality.

This is where Scion gets really creepy (start at 0:30):


 

I saw this Orwellian ad at during the previews before Milk. I thought it was more than a little unsettling, especially since I had recently read a NYT article about the devotion of many “Scikotics:”

From its inception in 2003, Scion, a division of Toyota, has made rampant use of grassroots marketing to recruit owners like Mr. Wong — young, enthusiastic, industrious — to be the hot-rodders of tomorrow. Encouraged by Scion’s keenly directed flow of marketing dollars, which not only support car shows and track days but also hip-hop concerts, fashion shows and exhibitions of graffiti art, owners have formed close-knit social networks in the real and virtual worlds, where Mr. Wong is the very model of an alpha Scion citizen.

Asked in an instant messaging exchange whether he goes to Scion meets, Mr. Wong replied: “All the time. I have one tonight, one Friday, Saturday and Sunday this week.”

This fanaticism brings to mind Marx’s famous quip about Ideology “They do not know it, but they are doing it.” Scion has successfully engineered a product that is meant to be incomplete. By opening up their cars to easy modification, Scion has created a brand that captures customers’ imaginations because they can be unique after buying the car. Obviously this is a common tactic among brand managers, but the genius here is how Scion parlayed this feeling into a need to continually buy new parts, continually pour more money into the car.

I don’t think it should ever be surprising that advertising creates this kind of mentality, but it’s the fanaticism that really gets me. If you don’t believe me, check out the comments on that youtube clip.

I Hear Blago’s Innocent

My favorite part of the speech is when he quotes Rudyard Kipling.  


Not to worry Blago fans, I’m sure he’ll be a Slate columnist by spring time.

Lest We Forget: The Internet is a Series of Tubes

Thank you NJDG for pointing out my lapse into the mythology of an etherial Internet. We can never forget that the Internet is a series of tubes that require huge amounts of capital and largely unseen infrastructure. Indeed, the rising use of high-bandwidth streaming video and web apps is responsible for a serious evolution in electricity use. Behind every Google search, YouTube video, and Blogger post is a network of data centers that require the same amount of energy as a small city and the coolant systems akin to those of a nuclear power plant. The global nature of the Internet allows western users to enjoy the results of this processing power without having to build new coal-fired power plants in their own backyards.

 

Google's new, top-secret data center on the Columbia River

Google's top-secret data center on the Columbia River

Moreover, utopian claims about the democratic and intellectual potential of the Internet frequently gloss over the capital interests invested in our favorite sites and causes (Online organizing on Facebook, brought to you by CIA-backed venture capital, social-networking pioneers behind Obama’s $750m online fundraising juggernaut). This is why we need to keep theorizing the relationships between speech, politics and capital on the Internet.

BUT

My last post was talking about blogging from the perspective of a writer seeking to published his thoughts, along the lines of Andrew Sullivan’s piece. Thus, I was glossing over these issues of capital because for the aspiring (or successful) writer, the issue is about getting people to read your ideas. From this perspective, free web publishing tools (like wordpress) do free writers from some of their direct dependence on capital as it relates to the content of their thoughts. For example, I highly doubt that this would reach anyone outside of the SciLi bathrooms without the help of those tubes.

BLogic at nyt.com

Last night I was reading Andrew Sullivan’s piece on blogging as a literary form in the current Atlantic (in the dead tree edition no less, a format I now use almost exclusively in the bathroom). “Andrew” argues that blogging is to writing as jazz is to music: an improvisational form that at its best is a conversation moderated and organized by the blogger. His vision is utopic, to say the least, but I think that works; the piece is not trying to be a dispassionate analysis of the place of blogging in cultural production. It’s an explanation from someone who not only drank the Kool-Aid, but is mixing it. For anyone who has ever blogged, it’s obvious that linking is what really makes the medium unique. Hyperlinks add an additional dimension to writing that situate your piece as a nodal point in a rhizomatic mediascape. (This has also started to seep into “print” writing to great effect, I’m thinking of Frank Rich).

Sullivan:

But writing in this new form is a collective enterprise as much as it is an individual one—and the connections between bloggers are as important as the content on the blogs. The links not only drive conversation, they drive readers. The more you link, the more others will link to you, and the more traffic and readers you will get. The zero-sum game of old media—in which Time benefits from Newsweek’s decline and vice versa—becomes win-win. It’s great for Time to be linked to by Newsweek and the other way round. One of the most prized statistics in the blogosphere is therefore not the total number of readers or page views, but the “authority” you get by being linked to by other blogs. It’s an indication of how central you are to the online conversation of humankind.

  In the age of Google the proprietary algorithm holds (arguably the most) significant epistemological power, there is a radically different relationship between media sources. At its best, this new mediascape is network-based rather than supported by an infrastructure of capital (printing presses, distribution networks, exclusive access). The transition from the zero-sum game of dead tree media to the systematic connectivity of new media is a novel logic. That’s why I was really interested this morning to see the newest nyt.com feature since TimesPeople (which I don’t think anyone I know uses): Times Extra. Enabling this feature puts a dynamically-updated list of links to other sources below each headline. 

 

NYT Extra

NYT Extra

 

 

Seeing links to WSJ coverage on the NYT homepage is an example of how I think we can talk of a new logic. I’m under no illusions that little features like this will save newspapers, but they’re certainly not going to survive unless they understand the new rules of information. No paper can be an island.

Train Station Music

I like train stations almost as much as I dislike the climate-controlled, fast food lubricated, homogeneous environment of Airport Land. There are some great things to recommend train stations:

  • Location: Because airports are unsightly, large and polluting, they are always found on the outskirts of a city surrounded by gas stations, long term parking lots, and bland airport hotels. If there is anything else around, it’s because things have sprawled out that far. In contrast, (most) train stations are in the middle of a city. Perhaps the only nice part of traveling through NYC’s Penn Station is emerging from the ground in the midst of the city.
  • Atmosphere: Airports are like holding tanks for people. No one wants to spend time in an airport if they can help it; anyone who has been there long enough to look around cannot still be in a good mood. The air is too dry, the food is too greasy, the seats are too uncomfortable, and the security announcements are more than sufficient to bring on serious insanity. Classic train stations are frequently among the most interesting and pleasant public spaces in a city (and frequently one of the only indoor places to go for free). Grand Central is so nice that the oyster bar downstairs is Zagat-rated. Even in small towns or cities past their prime, train stations are frequently quite classy.
  • Security: I hate the TSA; airport security always puts me in a bad mood, even when its managed by the Swiss, whose agents are fairly described friendy, efficient, and respectful. No one stops you in a train station. My bag stays packed. I can show up right before departure without having to stand in line for a useless charade.

If there is a punctum for me in any great train station, it is the departure board. As a child, I always loved the scene in front of the LIRR departure board in Penn Station. After work, everyone stands in front of the board waiting for their train’s platform to be posted. Businessmen are standing there sucking a 40 with straw, kids are slumped on the floor, and you never fail to see someone you know. In the moments before a train is posted, every-day commuters start inching towards their predicted platform. After the announcement, there’s a mad dash to the stairs that presents a real trampling risk.

What has always stuck with me the most, however, is the board’s sound. I love the sound of an analog Solari & C. Udine split-flap display flipping through the destinations and times. After a departure, there’s an avalanche of activity as the whole display is shifted up a line. I really missed the clicking sound when the MTA replaced the old LIRR board with a new digital one, I think about the sound every time I’m standing there waiting to (hopefully) flop down in a train seat.

Today I spent some time in Boston’s South Station, another beautiful 19th century relic, while going to and from the Boston Museum of Science.

Boston South Station

Boston South Station

I spent a lot of time in that station traveling to debate in high school, and I always looked forward to eating the blackened fish from Cajun Cajun, perusing Barbara’s Bestsellers, and hearing the split-flap clicks echo off the high ceilings.  The authorities there must have recently acquired a new digital sign, which they hung between the older MBTA and AMTRAK split-flap models. While the two older signs are frozen in place – there’s an 11.59 MBTA to Providence that’s still waiting to depart – the designers apparently didn’t want to sacrifice the sound. The new board has a speaker on the side that plays a recording of the classic clicks whenever something on the digital sign changes. It’s certainly not the same, but I appreciate the pastiche.

John King Kong

Watch out for John King and his magic wall. He might use it to launch some missiles at you. Or replace the midwest with someplace more useful.

In all seriousness, CNN is totally ridiculous.

I Can’t Wait for Barack Obama to be President

Last night I watched both sides of the pending transfer of power. First, I saw Jon Stewart’s take on Bush’s G-20 performance. Bush constructed some brilliant metaphors to explain his current thinking about free market fundamentalism.

Then I watched this:

I can’t wait for the Obamas to move in.

The bad really seems so much worse after I’ve watched Barack. It will take a while for this to get old, if it ever does.

PS: Don’t miss Andy Rooney’s closing thoughts on journalism, an impassioned plea to remember the irreplacable value of newspapers.