OK Computer

11 09 2008

Or not.

I was going to go with a couple of Poi Dog Pondering references (Tall & Building) for this post, but then—surprise!—the browser went poof. So Radiohead again.

I can go for about ten minutes before second-best browser (first-best browser was uninstalled, due to memory issues) ducks out back for a pack of cigarettes and never returns. Sometimes it says something like Hey, the application aljfd has failed before it waves itself away; other times it slinks silently into the night.

Oh yeah, this computer knows it’s about to be sent across the cyber sea (in its handsome computer briefcase!), unlikely ever to be recalled to duty, and is sabotaging itself with every bit of its being.

I respect that. Obnoxious, but I’m all in favor of the die-on-your-feet than live-on-your-knees ethos.

Still, no mercy. As soon as the new is in, old is out.

As for Tall/Building(s), I was walking with my friends and coworkers (Job3) around the Wall Street area, and mentioned that even though I knew New Yorkers (and I am one, now) were supposed to look down or straight ahead, I loved to look up.

How could I not, especially in the financial district, with all these magnificent old buildings erected by long-dead capitalist rotters? Fuck that, L. said. I look up all the time. Me too, said S. S. grew up on Long Island, and L.? I dunno, he could be a native New Yorker. Anyway, they didn’t care about the tourist-New Yorker distinction. And we all agreed that while we may not have liked what happened (or still happens) in these buildings, we’re glad that this area hasn’t been Times Squared.

So why not look up? There’s so much to see!

(And no, no lessons please. This is only meant literally.)





Karma police

9 09 2008

So I have sent out e-mail to a few (erm, more than a few) friends telling them about this blog.

I want readers.

But but but, I worry about readers who know me. Caught.

I want to be read, but not caught. To reveal without being revealed.

Yeah, I know: good luck with that.

My only hope is that my invited readers do not, in fact, read this.

So one way I deal with this neurosis is to badger these same readers into writing their own blogs. Come on! I say, write something! (Don’t leave me hanging out here all alone!)

Then I calm down, and say, What the hell. And I want my friends to write for the same what-the-hell reasons. And I want to hear what they have to say.

So what the hell. Start a blog. Post sketches and films and photos and weird and wonderful bits of whatever.

It’s only life.





Anywayz (again)

8 09 2008

I swear to god my computer knows it’s going to be replaced.

After landing a third job, I decided it was okay—even though it’s really not, financially—for me finally to get a new computer. It should arrive in the next two weeks.

So my 8-year-old computer knows—it KNOWS!—that I used it to find its replacement. It rendered itself pretty much unusable for a couple of days, forcing me to uninstall a couple of programs, and now it’s been sending me ominous messages.

Yes, I’ve saved everything on an external hard drive. But I worry: will it co-opt the peripherals, too?

It’s going to be a long two weeks.





Anywayz

8 09 2008

C. is FINALLY finishing a big job, so I hope this means she’ll be able to create her blog sooner rather than later. Yeah, lady, I’m a-waitin’!

I’m reading John Rawls’s Political Liberalism, in part because it’s at least somewhat related to a course I’m teaching, and partly to get at the issue Lucretia raised some time ago: how to deal with those who demand respect for claims you, in fact, don’t respect.

And I will talk about this, but first, I have to say how much I dislike reading philosophers on politics. Contemporary philosophers, I mean: those who have to nail down every last damned point before they can even begin their argument. (Nevermind that in the process of the nailing they are, in fact, shaping the argument. Some acknowledge this, some don’t.) It’s not that I don’t appreciate the work, or that I don’t think it’s not, on some levels, necessary. But it sure ain’t sufficient, and to a non-philosopher like me, it’s tiresome.

I know, I know: as a political theorist I should bow my head in before the clearly superior philosophy, and I should be ashamed—ashamed!—to admit my boredom with the perspecuity of the philosophical presentation. But I don’t and I’m not.

This isn’t a slam on philosophy generally. I took up John Caputo’s Radical Hermeneutics awhile ago (along with some other stuff), as well as the work of Gianni Vattimo, and I’d really like more time to get back to their stuff. Their work on the theology of the event and weak theology, in particular, is fascinating. And I’d like to read more Bernard Williams and Thomas Nagel and more names than I can conjure on this Sunday evening.

But not about politics. It’s not that philosophers or economists or psychologists can’t or shouldn’t discuss politics—I’m a big believer in cross-contamination—but however acute they are in their analyses, I’m unwilling to yield the field to them. Yeah, there’s a bit of boundary patrolling going on, but there’s also something to be said about studying politics as a subject unto itself, and not merely as an adjunct to another subject. In short, I think boundary crossing works best when there are, in fact, boundaries.

Politics is largely a mess. Philosophy, arguably, is about cleaning up messes. Good for them, but I prefer the mess.





Ain’t no love

2 09 2008

Finally, a frame of mind in which to respond to a comment from Lucretia (about my last bit on Nussbaum).

BUT FIRST: I gotta say something about the whole Sarah/Bristol Palin thing. Damn! I feel bad for the girl. She’s seventeen, knocked up, and a week ago she was probably freaking out about what her classmates were going to say or were already saying about her pregnancy. Now, for reasons that have little to do with her, she’s worldwide news. That’s tough. I hope the people around her (and her boyfriend) are as supportive as they say they are.

As for her mom? I don’t like her politics. No need to say much beyond that.

Okay, on to the question of nonbeliever respect for the religious, especially when the religious show so little respect for the nonbeliever. On August 26, Lucretia asked

‘It’s such a common notion in our culture, probably in Western culture as a whole – maybe all human cultures? – that we have to respect people’s religious beliefs. I find I’ve absorbed this idea without quite knowing where it came from.

Why do we have to tiptoe around other people’s quirky, bizarre, or moronic ideas? Particularly when, if a religious nut knows you’re an atheist, he feels perfectly free to declare open season on us?’

I’ve been batting this question around for awhile, and I think I’ve got the beginnings of a response to it. And, ironically, Nussbaum, in Women and Human Development, helped shape part of my response.

The first part, that which to which Nussbaum’s discussion of political liberalism contributes, is the notion of respect for persons. One can reject or accept this notion, but it’s a pretty standard precept of modern philosophical-liberal thought. We are free and equal beings, individuals with distinct desires and personalities, and endowed with sufficient reason to pursue our own, individual ends. (This is a bit of a mash-up of liberal thought, but, again, not an unreasonable one; similar kinds of notions anchor many human rights declarations & charters, for example.)

Anyway, as free, equal, and distinct beings, the ends we choose for our lives ought to be left up to each of us. That is, whatever meaning we assign to our lives, including whether that assignment includes a supernatural element or not, is up to each of us.  Unsurprisingly, this means we are likely to choose different meanings, different ends. Some are so discomfitted by this plurality of outcomes that they seek to favor some meanings and outcomes over others, to say, in effect, that no rational person would choose these lesser ends.

Nussbaum argues, rightly, I think, that one can’t have it both ways: either you allow for respect for persons to choose their own lives, or you don’t. (There are issues about the conditions for choice, and choosing for others, especially children, but that’s a separate topic.) She distinguishes political liberalism from comprehensive liberalism, such that under conditions of political liberalism one creates the conditions for choice of ends, whereas under a regime of comprehensive liberalism, one seeks to shape those ends, to favor some over others.

Another, shorter, way to put this is to state that I will respect your ability to choose your own way, and you will respect my ability to choose my own way. Reciprocity.

This works, I think, as a formal model of respect, especially as regards respect among strangers, and as creating a kind of space against an overlord (government, religion) which seeks to choose our ends for us.

But while such formal or process-respect can help remind one not to trample on another’s ability to choose, it’s incomplete. It doesn’t get at that deep frustration over lack of respect for the choice of ends. In other words, while Nussbaum would like to bracket off discussions of ends (and which, in the context of her larger argument about constitutions and states, makes a great deal of sense), the issue of ends-respect remains.

And it is much harder to deal with, because we connect the ends a person has chosen with that person herself. In other words, it’s personal. So Lucretia’s question looms: why respect shitty ideas? why respect shitty beliefs which belittle the nonbeliever?

Don’t.

That, finally, after many years of trying to square my principled belief in respect for persons with the batshit things we believe in, is my answer. I will maintain my respect for you as a human being, but not so much for you, personally. If you believe menstruating women are polluting and to be avoided, if you think black people are inferior to white people, that Jews run the world, if you think anyone who doesn’t believe exactly as you do isn’t worth as much as you, then expect the ridicule you so richly deserve.

This sounds, hm, if not contradictory, at least, not right: Aren’t I, after all, expecting others to believe exactly as I do? Aren’t I saying dissenters to my view aren’t worth as much? No, and yes. No, insofar as I distinguish between the formal- or process-respect and personal- or ends-respect. I’m not saying you don’t get to believe what you do, or that you deserve less protection of the law than anyone else. You should never lose the respect owed to you as a human being, or, to put it more politically, as a citizen.

But we are not simply citizens, not simply occupants of the formal-human-being role. We are also individual personalities, with our own desires and flaws and beliefs, and to state that we can have whatever beliefs we want, but that we ought not take them so seriously that we form judgments in relation to them, is to miss something vital to our humanness.

You can go on and think I’m going to hell because I don’t pray or don’t pray to the right god or don’t pray to the right god in the right way—and you can say you condemn me out of love—but why on earth would you expect me to respect a position which denigrates me? If you judge me because of who I sleep with or how I sleep with that (consenting) person, why should I, who don’t think this matters to anyone but me and that other person, take your side against my own?

If the only way to respect your view is to belittle myself, well, I ain’t respectin’ your view.

I respect absolutely your right and ability to hold whatever views you choose, but I don’t necessarily respect those chosen views.

And this is where it gets funky, because we tie a person’s views to our own view of that person. If you hold to views I find abhorrent, I’m not going to respect you. And given that I think respect IS important, that bothers me a bit. But I also have a fairly wide range of views outside of my own which I find worthy of respect, so I’m not too worried that I’m going to whittle my interactions down to people who are just. like. me.

That could, and does, happen, of course: align with me, or be gone. And if that happens too often or infects too much of our civic life, that could be problematic. But on the personal level, well, who we want around us is going to vary from person to person. Some want family near, others, far. Some seek many friends and colleagues, and others choose to cultivate a few. Whatever. The point is, we use our judgment in determining who we want around, and, on a personal level, that’s as it should be.

Hm. I think I’m still missing a piece of a response to Lucretia. I’ve talked about a kind of constitutional or generic respect for persons, and about intimates, but what about those strangers or acquaintances with whom we interact in the social sphere? More acutely, what about those demands from citizens for respect for their views? Not generic persons, not friends, but fellow-travellers in the polity, in the social sphere? How do we meet demands for respect for mutually-exclusive beliefs? Ah. I thought I captured this in the idea of creating space against an overlord, but I didn’t: this is how we treat one another within that space.

Getting at that is gonna have to wait. It may be a matter of reiterating respect for you, but signalling disagreement with your beliefs. But I don’t think that’s sufficient, either.

Damn. And I thought I had a handle on this. Maybe not.





Gravel

1 09 2008

It’s odd to have people I know in physical life read and respond to me in cyberlife. Not bad, no, but odd, as in curious.

Hm. That doesn’t sound right, either. More like, here’s an opening to conversation which we may not have in person or over the phone. We approach one another differently: both more oblique and more direct.

Ah, the words are evading me. It is something I wonder about in passing out my URL—or, actually, not passing it out. I’m willing to put myself out there as the writer of absurdbeats, but I’m circumspect about my identity beyond the blog. To let people who know me know I write this discomfits me.

But then why write publicly, if not to risk? I worry about my two manuscripts. I want them published, but I also worry, omigosh, people I know might read this. What will they think of these stories? What will they think of me? My stories aren’t autobiographical, but I did write them; do they reveal something about me that I’d rather keep out of sight?

Well, sure, on a very basic level: can I write, or not. But beyond that, and beyond the primitive psychological readings (‘This suggests an xyz personality with clear indications of mno traits.’), a kind of interpretive discernment of how I think or what draws me in or something like that.

Dammit! I really wanted to respond to a couple of my (few) comments and I can barely string a sentence to its end.

Okay. I had a crappy run today and finished it, nonetheless, so I can have a crappy post, and finish it, nonetheless (the response to comments will have to wait). So: I don’t want to reveal anything I don’t want to reveal. It’s okay if I tell you abc about me, but I don’t want you to figure out abc about me. Even more, I don’t want you to figure out efg about me when I haven’t yet done so.

Now, if you’re wrong about efg, no problem: you got nothin’ on me. But if you’re right, you’ve got a bead on me, and even if you mean me no harm, still.

I. Do. Not. Like. This.

Yeah, control issues. At least I know that.