> All of this led to quite a vicious backlash against me personally, with countless angry comments about and directed at me across YouTube and social media, which included many death threats and threats of violence (although I should be clear that while these threats were numerous and graphic, I doubt any of them were “credible” from a law enforcement standpoint, i. e. I did not have actual reason to fear for my safety).
While I understand how, from the public perspective, you can be despised by the work and influence of powerful individual that can shape collective narrative and "destroy the things you love", I'm always a bit confused about death threats. I get this come from a vocale minority, not the majority of the mob, and maybe linked to a Flanderization of view on a public yet anonymous space that most often than not have no real will to be executed, but still, how you end up being that kind of a person ?
As cool it might get to badmouth the new generation and how everything is getting south, I have found more and more attempts to get back to a more convivial and humane approach to medias, especially of the literacy kind, with Reviews and Journals for niche audiences of peculiar aesthetic and intellectual values.
Granted, we've seen similar fashion in the past with blog, and then with the mailing list revival, which both quickly get preempted - commodified even - by the marketing squads that devitalize every new media by their unending eager to devour their techs and cloaca'd them into ad platform trend.
But it's my earnest feeling that the AI-ssistant behemoth, still quite roboto in its fake expertise and sanitized answers, could be easily defeated by the willingness for poetry and the new form language and our creativity would take to circumvent it.
We easily get sidetracked by boredom, but humans are creature hooked on authenticity.
80's Punks were the Tricksters of ancient mythology (eg. Coyote in amerindians culture), it always been the role of those at the margins of Society dealing with uncomfortable other realities, bringing liminal space into our collective consciousness. Punks are not dead, they (or more precisely their archetypal essence) have just shape shifted into another form we fail to recognize as we age while their prior shell have been consumed by mass media and commodification.
Chances are the future generation Punks are either that itch we can't quite name or out of our generational perception altogether.
I like to say we, as human, are all « shaman » : we're structuring chaos into order.
Any job is just that, it's a story, it's transforming & aggregating bits of the information field into another, surrounding it by meaning in the process.
I don't care if you work with computer, as a social worker or as a fisherman. You're just transforming bits mate.
I guess it's the logic behind the vaccine mandate fearmongering. If one would want to reduce the population maybe the easiest method would be a stochastic approach by injecting at random a malicious agent affecting health or reproduction globally. Of course it would mean we do have such an agent and we know how to control it, which I doubt, but it's sound (and kinda painless).
Oil is a hell of a drug for civilization, and I'm not sure how we will willingly tune off of it, unless we chose a radically different economical organization.
But as many I am kind of hopeless as it seems competition, which fuel this need, is at the core of mankind (or at least the leading West)'s mentality.
« At » is correct here, it's a descriptor of "where", here "remotely".
Nietsche's « Beyond Good And Evil» in french would be "Par-delà le bien et le mal" or "Au delà du bien et du mal". In this example, the "where" is beyond.
The Domino's pizza tracking bits is a funny one for those whom had read Snowcrash, where a whole earlier section of the book is about the advancement of the pizza delivery industry.
I don't know, it seem to me the 90s had a very dystopian view of future Pizza Hut.
« The Deliverator stands tall, your pie in thirty minutes or you can have it free, shoot the driver, take his car, file a class-action suit. The Deliverator has been working this job for six months, a rich and lengthy tenure by his standards, and has never delivered a pizza in more than twenty-one minutes. [..] Pizza delivery is a major industry. A managed industry. People went to CosaNostra Pizza University four years just to learn it. Came in its doors unable to write an English sentence, from Abkhazia, Rwanda, Guanajuato, South Jersey, and came out knowing more about pizza than a Bedouin knows about sand. And they had studied this problem. Graphed the frequency of doorway delivery-time disputes. Wired the early Deliverators to record, then analyze, the debating tactics, the voice-stress histograms, the distinctive grammatical structures employed by white middle-class Type A Burbclave occupants who against all logic had decided that this was the place to take their personal Custerian stand against all that was stale and deadening in their lives: they were going to lie, or delude themselves, about the time of their phone call and get themselves a free pizza; no, they deserved a free pizza along with their life, liberty, and pursuit of whatever, it was fucking inalienable. »
While I understand how, from the public perspective, you can be despised by the work and influence of powerful individual that can shape collective narrative and "destroy the things you love", I'm always a bit confused about death threats. I get this come from a vocale minority, not the majority of the mob, and maybe linked to a Flanderization of view on a public yet anonymous space that most often than not have no real will to be executed, but still, how you end up being that kind of a person ?