Saturday, June 29, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Answer: None whatsoever. How many people who don't exist didn't get to shop at Sears yesterday?
(Aside from the absurd spectral fantasy image of a fetus filibustering the Texas senate...)
OOO moment: in her intro Felicity Ford said "Thanks to the city of Brussels for all the sounds."
These sound artists and scholars are very contemplative.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
Thursday, June 20, 2013
For some reason Dark Ecology wants to be written in small trickles, like the coffee that comes out of that bloke's mouth in Mullholland Drive...
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I hate to break it to you, people trying to promote forcing English to be the official language of the USA. But English isn't actually a language. That's why it's so effective as a language! It's a creole.
I don't mean pidgin forms of English. I mean all English is a creole. It's a kluge of other tongues, heavy on nouns imported wholesale from everywhere. And very low on rules (if there are any). Various Germans tried desperately to impose some in the eighteenth century, to little effect.
So you can walk into your local drugstore and say "Two packets of gum, an ounce of smack, this jar of sunscreen and some Twizzlers please." It's designed for trading, namely, for exchange between different races and cultures. It's designed for long lists of objects...
Forcing people to be proficient in English is a fantasy--there is no such thing as proficiency in English! Because English is not a language. So you can be Sarah Palin--face it Chomsky, there is empirical proof that generative grammar does not inhere in brains!
Personally I would explain this by saying that the masseur kneaded my channels quite a bit, and that the synergy between the subtle body and the physical body got reset. Put me back in my body--the bad day was to do with Intellectual Stuff (never a good thing--we should be paid danger money!).
When you meditate and all that, you begin to realize how the physical body, and physical objects in general, are a bit of a miracle. Just basic "gross" bliss (as Rinpoche would put it), what an extraordinary thing.
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
This was an awful lot of fun. C.S Soong is a genius at his job. It airs at noon pacific time.
Against the Grain on Pacifica Radio airs on KPFA 94.1 FM in the San Francisco Bay Area and beyond, and on KFCF 88.1 FM in Fresno and California's Central Valley. It also broadcasts worldwide via kpfa.org.
The random citation check indicated that everything was as perfect as it could be.
This book is semiotically the shortest I've ever written at about 76000 words. But it won't be physically the shortest. With the color insert and index it will be about 220 pages. The press has nice big margins too.
Just out! With an essay by me on Barad, Irigaray and objects.
If you want to get into trouble, do write about Irigaray!
What I'm going to do today is drive to school with my small people and print it up. This also gives me a chance to do my ritual: the random citation check.
When I get proofs I choose at random several citations to check. If they are correct, I assume that the others are correct: they have of course been doubled and triple checked at previous stages.
Monday, June 17, 2013
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
"A popular Communist Party-backed newspaper...has urged China’s leadership to milk Snowden for information rather than expel him, saying his revelations concern China’s national interest."
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Maitri Space Awareness (look it up)
What it's like to be dead, Tibetan style
The only trouble are the police like guards, who insist you not walk near the boundary of the work. It's like having someone poking at you at a concert, insisting that you be silent. It's private property gone mad. It has nothing to do with the nonconceptual immensity of Turrell's work, and Turrell himself is an enormously good humored man.
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
The book you should read is Nicholas Royle's Veering. It's really really good. Incredibly readable. Funny. Bursting with insights. It models how cool deconstruction can be, without arcane sentences.
I'm really into it. I started reading it when Nick gave me a copy, and I haven't been able to put it down.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
I'm writing a piece on plexiglass chairs for Marina Zurkow's Petroleum Manga project.
And Olafur Eliasson (have been a fan for a long time now) has just asked me to write something for a book he is doing.
I'm writing something on Irigaray and ecology for The Journal for the British Society for Phenomenology. It is called “This Biosphere Which Is Not One.”
I'm writing something on the elements and the elemental for Jeffrey Cohen.
I'm writing an essay on dark ecology for Tom Bristow (hi Tom!).
I'm writing on “Ecology” for Claire Colebrook, and another similar title for Imre Szeman and Patricia Yaeger.
I'm writing something that encapsulates The Ecological Thought for EarthLines journal.
I'm revising something on climate change (I prefer "global warming") for diacritics.
I'm revising something on Buddhism and objects for Ian Bogost and Levi Bryant.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Last year Graham and I were in an unofficial competition with Zizek for who could do more talks. I did 36. Graham did 45. Slavoj did 51, so I guess he is the winner!
This year I won't have done so many. More like 25 I think, all told.
"Neither the Cenozoic nor any of its formally recognized epochs are named after a species, a geological force or an event. They are all named after faunal composition."
Precisely. There are logical and epistemological problems with such classifications, as geologists (with whom I've spoken) have observed. These have to do with the (false) conception of time as a linear series of now-points.
The fault the reader observes is in fact a virtue. It would be better to name periods along the lines of the Anthropaocene, as I've argued at Chicago (talk mp3 posted here). This is because geological/ecological time is a series of concentric temporalities whose boundaries are catastrophes, such as oxygen (the "Bacteriocene").
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
This is the point at which one hopes desperately that the book one just copy-edited works out. For $14, the going rate on amazon, it doesn't half have a lot of color illustrations.
Rituals are an aesthetic attunement to a thing. As such they fall into the closure/death part of my OOO theory of causality. Grief and eating are two moments in a continuous process. Rituals open me up to eating and help to close me down to grief. Rituals ease my sincerity in that they lubricate my interaction with another entity.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
I'm obviously on the editorial board with Graham and Jane inter alia.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Our slogan will be Not One, and Not Two. Duality!
And while you're thinking about that, here is Psychic Warriors ov Gaia, which my host Adrian Ivakhiv and I agree is pretty dope. And the inspiration for my title. “Dust.”
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
A baby vomits curdled milk. She learns to distinguish between the vomit and the not-vomit, and comes to know the not-vomit as self. Every subject is formed at the expense of some viscous, slightly poisoned substance, possibly teeming with bacteria, rank with stomach acid. The parent scoops up the mucky milk in a tissue and flushes the wadded package down the toilet. Now we know where it goes. For some time we may have thought that the U-bend in the toilet was a convenient curvature of ontological space that took whatever we flush down it into a totally different dimension called Away, leaving things clean over here. Now we know better: instead of the mythical land Away, we know the waste goes to the Pacific Ocean or the wastewater treatment facility. Knowledge of the hyperobject Earth, and of the hyperobject biosphere, presents us with viscous surfaces from which nothing can be forcibly peeled. There is no Away on this surface, no here and no there. In effect, the entire Earth is a wadded tissue of vomited milk.
The Kantian meme has propagated through scholarship and opinion very well: evidence is precisely the dislike of the term "Anthropocene," which names a time that began exactly when Kant was writing.
I see these two facts as what Adorno would call two halves of a torn whole that don't add up together.
Speculative realism gets a strange boost from the debate about this term. Scholars who are not aware of what has happened in philosophy are now having to grapple with the same sorts of issue: whether or not we can access it, there is a reality that is mind independent and (human) culture independent.
The intensity of the allergic reaction against this idea underlies the reaction against the term "Anthropocene."
The quilting point is precisely the human insofar as the human is now a geophysical force on a planetary scale. We are now compelled to see ourselves as actors in and on the real, not simply correlators or measurers or perceivers or PR people.
The term "Anthropocene" reinserts what was unconscious back into humanities scholarship: the human as a real agent, in the real. And in an awkwardly PC way: who can deny that modernity was toxic, at this point?
Checking the grammar
Checking the spelling
Checking the argument
Checking the overall feel of the thing
It's tough as you have to gear in and out of these modes. It's like having to use a manual transmission.
For some reason I got quite depressed because of the intensities of these modes and the difference between the intensities. A simple walk to the supermarket sorted that out though.
This was a strangely easy book to write. It took fifteen days altogether, working from 9 or 10 to 4 or 5 sitting in the café at the student union at UC Davis. It's weirdly together.