Monday, August 22, 2005

My phone has numbers on it and every number has a name assigned to it. And the appearance of the number shows as the flashing of a name that translates into the possibility of a person. Is this what they call a proxy world?

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Before the rains...
Right below news on the Colombian plane crash in Venezuela

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Monday, August 15, 2005

It's Monday morning and it's time to whine. I've been at work forever and it's not going to change. Am juggling twenty seven deadlines and I do love it, I admit...but it sends me into regular bouts of panic and cluelessness. Spoke to A for an hour day before night and woke up having little recollection of it...all I remembered was a dreamlike sequence of things I couldn't remember. Reminds me of the time I used to have daily nightmares where my client would keep rejecting all our campaign designs and scream endlessly about how we were getting the corporate color all wrong...after everything had gone into print. To the lay reader, this might not seem like much....but to the minion on the lowest rung of the corporate ladder, it is no less than a call to harakiri...

Those days are a far cry from now, but this addiction to stimlus seems to be leading me down some strange paths everytime I begin to think that I'm over it...strange...and X is back on the my detriment and his ignorance...let the games begin.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Time to get started on the book review...

Basic impressions:

1. Why must we study technology as embedded in society when the fact is clearly acknowledged? What does ethnography do for theory that theory cannot do for itself?
2. What can be uncovered in the separation of technology as discourse from technology as act?
3.There is the attempt to politicize technology in a sense, to remove it from its sacrosanct chapel and move it down to where it is sullied and applied, sometimes in ways that it was not originally intended to. But that cannot be right... because that assumes that there is such a subject as technology that can be separated from the process of its use. If the premise is that technology is embedded, then it must remain amorphous just so that it can be understood as inextricable.
4. The essays are very interesting in the varied perspectives that they present and it is perhaps both the failure and the success of the book that they do not always come together. Failure because the avowed intent of the book is to present a united front; success because this very failure preserves the process instead of the thesis.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

I don't want to write, I don't want to work, I don't want to read, I don't want to eat, I don't want to sleep and I don't want to want.
Can I go home now?

Monday, August 08, 2005

To go or not to go...can I not have more options? Where the hell are all those in-between thingies when you need them?
After a very long time, my weeks have begun to separate out into days and weekdays and weekends. Enforced separation is sometimes not a bad thing. And all I am trying to say in the usual, convoluted, involuted jargon that has become part of everything that I think and do, is that I have a job.
What I would like to be: your private memory...
What not: your public find.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

The week threatens to be overwhelming. Things have to go into print, travel plans must be made and grant proposals attempted. Which is why all I did all weekend was cook and clean. House, hearth, kitchen and bathtub. It's all sparkling clean now and my refrigerator has food. Now if only there were a dog too...

But aspirational 'life would be complete if' images aside, I have a book to review. And I am not sure if I understand what 'New Technologies at Work' is seeking to theorize. I will...eventually... and I do have to read all of it, truth be told. But so far, it seems that the essays are trying to place technology in continuity with social practice and reconcile how talk about something threatens to run its course into what that things will eventually become (almost oracular and I will have more to say about that in the near future) with the lived practices of individuals using or being made to use that thing. In a reductive argument, all of it is but a way to ask, how do we live? Do we abandon old ways and rush headlong into anything new that comes along, adaptation fiends par excellence or are we but tricksters in the twilight zone between the then and the now or to use Levi-Strauss permanently embedded in bricolage? My answer would be a little bit of this and a little bit of that. In short, I don't know. And more importantly, what's theory got to do with it?
Why does one write? And I must warn you that my posts that start with a 'why' never go anywhere...if anything they go everywhere that you might not want to go. So getting back to the question, is it one of the many ways to pretend the ability to create or in the inverse, a way to stave of the eventuality of extinction? Is it communication or self-aggrandization or the aesthetic determinism of ' I have something to say that must be said'? Is it an entity with a life unto itself that must have a medium? Is it random and proababilistic or is it a necessary corollary to society and culture and historical continuity? As in did somebody show you how to write? Or do you write because you wanted to be somebody that did?

Next question: Why we we need to reproduce?

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Thank you know who you are and you know you make me happy...

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Time for the 'Oh I have a blog,so maybe I should ramble' update. Work goes on, life goes on and not a field-mouse shakes the grass. I have a job and I have two pending book reviews which will hopefully plump up my currently sparse résumé with appropriate publications.

Last week was a scare with my father driving through the torrents in B'bay. I have been constantly on the phone and mailing people hoping as hell that things are closer to normalcy than the headlines seem to indicate....fat chance though! The distance makes it easier to consider catastrophe as a 'faraway' occurence, but it only intensifies feelings of complete and total mis/ dis'connection'. Fingers and toes in permanent calisthenics.

On other fronts, have been kayaking every weekend and it definitely helps relieve stress, academic and otherwise. I live right by the lake and it's generally pleasant weather in the mornings. Watching ducks, turtles and good looking men sculling is probably an improvement over hegemonic panopticons.

On that note, it's time to get back to them...hasta mañana and happy living.