Archive for December, 2007
More reading for the holidays
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Now that you’ve finished Martin Cruz Smith’s Stalin’s Ghost, may I suggest something in a non-fiction, grand-theme, deeply thoughtful, wonderfully written treatise. Something that takes on the big question, specially, how market societies manage to work as societies.
May I recommend The Bourgeois Virtues by Deirdre McCloskey.
My favorite quote so far:
But the assault on the alleged vices of the bourgeoisie and capitalism after 1848 made an impossible Best into the enemy of an actual Good. (2)
References
McCloskey, Deirdre. 2006. The Bourgeois Virtues: Ethics for an age of commerce. Chicago: University of Chicago Press. Order it here.
Orphan objects: new markets, new cultures
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Here’s what I got from my sister for Christmas. It’s her best gift ever. (Click on the object to make it larger.)
I know it looks like an 25 year old prescription bottle. That’s because it is. It was issued on December 20, 1979 by Dr. Allman through Folkestad’s Pharmacy in Lincoln City, Oregon. It contained Tranxene, an anxiety medicine.
The gift is a puzzle. My sister is saying, "What happened here? Who was this guy?" And it’s a good challenge because there are lots of particulars. The patient, the doctor, the pharmacy, the place and the time are all specified. My sister found something tagged with enough information to make historical detective work possible…but not easy. My sister sent me a message in a bottle, someone else’s message…in a prescription bottle.
She is responding to my new hobby. A couple of summers ago, I had found a passport for a German beautician called Erna Schonwald. Using the internet as my new historical decoder ring I was able to access the Ellis Island website, a publication of the East Point Oysters Company in Washington, the Seattle phone book for 1923, historical details on the Cobb Medical Building built in Seattle in 1910, and the 1930 census.
As a result, I was able to determine that Erma arrived in the US in 1923, sponsored by her brother Phillippe, a physician, who had arrived the year before with wife, children and servant in tow. Erna went to live in Seattle where she worked for her brother as a book keeper, and lived with a woman called Ariston Schwertner. I posted these results and actually made contact with one of Erna’s descendants. (I am still waiting for her to take receipt of Erna’s passport.)
I think I know what happened. My sister was at a garage sale or a yard sale. She found the prescription bottle in a pile of junk, and thought, "this will drive him crazy." So far so good.
What’s changed? The internet makes each of us an amateur sleuth. There are lots of resources out there. The fact that I could find a Seattle phone book from the 1920s on line struck me as absolutely miraculous. But there is no reason why every phone book for every year for every city shouldn’t be available eventually. The resources are going to get steadily better. And this means small efforts at sleuthing will bring ever greater results. And that means that the internet will begin to satisfy the satisfaction threshhold of more and more people. And that means that many more people will participate. And that will incent even more people to digitize phone books, and perhaps even create a sleuthing market of the kind that has sprung up around genealogy.
That change makes for another change. A whole set of objects should suddenly return to scrutability, as it were. Erna’s passport that is something any good historian should have been able to make speak. But with internet research instruments at our disposal, a vast set of objects will be capable of speech. Passports, prescription bottles, books with plates in them, school scribblers, wallets, purses (assuming some identifiers), cell phones with data still inside, computers (assuming the same), clothing with names sewn in, automobiles, houses. There’s a lot out there.
And what happens then? People would begin to restore historical details to objects, and in some cases restore the objects to owners or the ancestors of owners. They could give them to museums. Or they could build magnificent personal collections that attract interest from other collectors, the historical community, and the museum world.
Or, we can imagine a "catch and release" program, that encourages me to document my prescription bottle, tag it with the information I discover about it, and then return it to the year sale circuit. There is something like this already in the form of Geocaching, where objects are being tagged with GPS coordinates. I like the idea of a garage sale in which some of the objects come with data attached.
A market will surely form, both a market for information that makes tagging orphan easier and a market for objects themselves. Surely the better tagged an object is, the more valuable it becomes. We can imagine a big piece of the eBay market raising on this tide. And a culture, too. We are on the verge of many more objects and many more people entering the curatorial world. (Or perhaps I have that the wrong way round.)
Naturally, this raises questions of privacy. The prescription bottle I got from my sister was once filled with an anxiety medication. Which tells us volumes about the person to whom it was prescribed. I have blocked out his name, because, well, maybe he doesn’t want all the world to know he was suffering anxiety in the late 1970s. (Though, I think it’s fair to say we all were. I carried a brown paper bag with me everywhere I went.) Are we entitled to retrospective privacy? Tough one.
References
McCracken, Grant. 2006. What I did on my summer vacation (or, "May I have your passport, please?") This Blog Sits at the Intersection of Anthropology and Economics. August 22, 2006. here.
McCracken, Grant. 2003. Tag, We’re it. This Blog Sits at the Intersection of Anthropology and Economics. January 05, 2003. here.
The American flag
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Seth Butler has put an exhibit on-line called Tattered. It offers 51 photographs that investigate what Butler calls the "identity, misuse, commodification and desecration of the American flag."
The stars and stripes have ended up in some very strange places: eye glasses, coffee cups, lawn ornaments, pool filters, sports equipment, "I’m with stupid" t-shirts, wheel covers, beef jerky packages…it’s a long list.
I understand Mr. Butler’s concern for desecration. The rules of flag use are frequently abused in my little part of Connecticut. Flags are allowed to fall into a state of disrepair. They are even allowed to fly in tatters. They are flown at night without illumination. They are allowed to touch the ground. They are improperly folded and stored. They are treated as boat house decorations.
I’m always appalled. Even if we don’t care about the flag, the fact that it is something for which people have given their lives, leaves us with no choice. We must treat it with respect. And if we do revere the flag, well, maybe we can get off our butts and bring our flag in when it rains. I’m just saying.
But indignation is not the presiding emotion with which I looked at Butler’s exhibit. Eventually, I was filled with something more like astonishment. The stars and stripes in Tattered can be read as American exuberance, ingenuity, imagination, and irreverence. What can happen to the flag has happened to the flag. I couldn’t help wondering whether Americans were ever more American than when taking their flag, um, lightly.
Butler gives us an American flag not so much desecrated as busting out all over. Isn’t this apt? What better way to give voice to a country that says tradition that must bend to the user, that even icons will be malleable, that even sacred things must enter the secular hurly burly of everyday life? Reinvention, if there is a defining idea of and for American culture, I think this might be it.
Disrepair and neglect, there is no defense for these. But the rest, the hand warmers, book marks, and beach towels, we may think of these as the flag on shore-leave behaving irrepressibly, irresistibly, irresponsibly and satisfyingly in-character. Other nations insist on a more reverent approach, well, that’s their problem.
References
The Seth Butler Tattered exhibit can be found here.
Acknowledgments
The image above is photograph number 28 in the Tattered exhibit. I thank Seth Butler for permission to use an image from this wonderful exhibit.
Home for the holidays with Stalin’s Ghost
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Everyone needs a novel close by for the holidays. It’s our respite in the event of family hostilities, sensory overload, caloric excess, or the horror of being away from work.
Of course, a religious holiday doesn’t mean a mental holiday. We need a novel that’s soaked through with good choices, from theme to setting to event to dialog to character to drama to every…last…word. We want a book in which all these choices build orchestrally to an "away" experience so intense that we look up from our novel to discover…we were reading a novel.
My recommendation is Stalin’s Ghost by Martin Cruz Smith. It is a catalog of brilliantly successful choices. It’s thoroughly excursive, if that’s a word. You travel well and far, well protected from the perils of Christmas, Hanuka (still lingering in its effects), Kwanzaa, and time away from work.
You can buy Stalin’s Ghost from Amazon.com here.
eBay as a marketing tool
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Making new things intelligible, that’s the job of marketing. This is when people in product development labs reach out to planners, advertising creatives, strategists and, even anthropologists, and say,
"We get what this does. How do we others to get what it does."
This morning I was impressed by a marketing device from Nanosolar. Nanosolar has just announced the manufacture of the world’s first printed thin-film solar cell in a commercial panel product. This cell has low-cost back-contact capability. Nanosolar can now sell solar panels for as little as $.99/Watt. Nansolar panels can deliver 5 times the current of any other thin-film panel on the market. This is "an intensely systems-optimized product with the lowest balance-of-system cost of any thin-film panel."
Ok, you lost me somewhere around "back-contact." It’s not that I am stupid. It’s not that I’m not listening. It’s not that I can’t image what an innovation like this might mean to the world. I get that this break-through could materially change the life chances of millions of people. So hat’s off to Nanosolar. There ought to be a fire boat in New York harbor celebrating right now. Seriously.
The problem is that the more I learn about the innovation, the more my attention begins to wander. Something about "systems-optimized" and "balance of system cost," I think. This language makes me blink rapidly and then eventually loose control of the focal plane altogether. I just end up staring.
It’s a real marketing problem. At the very moment, I am introduced to innovation, it begins to move away from me.
So Nanosolar did something really clever. (Something else really clever.) They put one of their solar panels on eBay. Now there is no chance that I am going to buy this panel. The current bid is $10,300.00. (Honey, you’ll never guess what I got at auction!) But the fact that I could buy a panel somehow makes it thinkable. Oh, it exists in the world. Oh, its circulating in the economy. Oh, it about to be the center of an auction drama. Oh, I could own it. All of these things make this grand innovation more particular, more real. I turn out to be pretty bad at grasping the significance of this new solar panel in general. But a single solar panel on auction, this I can grasp.
It looks like Nansolar will sell the panel. They have 83 bids at this writing. But the auction will have created much more value as a way to send this brilliant innovation sailing out into a world that needs it so badly. In this case, eBay works not so much a way of selling an innovation as a way of marketing it.
References
Roscheisen, Martin. 2007. Nanosolar Ships First Panels. December 18, 2007. here.
For the ebay auction site, go here.
Holiday essay question: what’s a doggy-woggy?
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Philosophy is famous for lively exam questions. My favorite is: "Does this count as a question?" (One student answered, "Yes, if this counts as an answer.")
I don’t know that anthropology has a tradition of good exam questions. We’re too earnest, too dutiful.
But that can change. In the present issue of New York Magazine, Jacob Rubin tells us about a wonderful experiment he did recently in Union Square. He went up to strangers and asked a favor. The object of the exercise: to see how forthcoming New Yorkers would be.
One of the questions Rubin asked is:
"Would you watch my dog while I run into the health food store and buy yogurt?"
One New Yorker fell to bended knee, and exclaimed,
"Look at you, Mr. Doggy! Aren’t you a doggy-woggy?"
So that’s my exam question.
A man approaches a woman in Union Square and asks, "Would you watch my dog while I run into the health food store and buy yogurt?"
She falls to her knees and says to the dog in question, "Look at you, Mr. Doggy! Aren’t you a doggy-woggy?"
Please unpack.
For non-anthropologists, "unpack" means supply the cultural assumptions that are (probably) at work here. We would expect students to supply underlying cultural notions that would help a visitor from Indonesia (or Mars, for that matter) to grasp what happened in Union Square.
I am hoping this wouldn’t be necessary but we could add questions like the following:
Who is the speaker addressing? Why the "Mr."? What’s a "doggy-woggy"? What’s with the honorific (Mr.) and the diminutive (doggy-woggy)? Conversations carry assumptions, and assumptions construct the people conversing. How does this speech construct these speakers?
Ok, here’s the deal. In the spirit of Russell Davies’ I hereby post this question. Submit your answer to me at grant27 [at] mit [dot] edu. You answer should be less than 800 words. The due date for answer is January 5, 2008. (Thanks, Juri.) I will prize answers that find a sweet spot between power and precision. The winning answer will be posted at this website. The prize will be a gift token from Amazon.com for $100.00 and something commemorative. I might ask John Deighton to help judge the answers. He’s especially good at this sort of thing. Russell, too, if he’s willing. Actually, come to think of it, I might post the best three answers and let This Blog Sits readers decide. We shall see.
You may pick up your pencils…wait for it…now!
A man approaches a woman in Union Square and asks, "Would you watch my dog while I run into the health food store and buy yogurt?"
She falls to her knees and says to the dog in question, "Look at you, Mr. Doggy! Aren’t you a doggy-woggy?"
Please unpack.
Reference
Rubin, Jakob. 2007. Because we’re not actually that rude. New York Magazine. December 24-31, 2007, p. 66.
A culture in question
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When does the anthropologist know that the culture is question is really in question?
When key players, players with incumbency and great advisers, throw up their hands and say, "I dunno. Things are changing. And we can’t say how."
I am no guarantee that a movie is going to be a success. … The audience has become smart about stars. So it’s chaos out there now. Nobody has any idea why people are going to see a movie. Nobody knows what’s going to be a hit or what’s going go be irrelevant. There are no new models. The new paradigm in Hollywood is that there is no new paradigm. (Tom Hanks in the current issue of Entertainment Weekly.)
Now, we could be listening to a celebrity who wants to express reticence or apology for the current project (in the case, Charlie Wilson’s War). Or this may merely reflect Hollywood’s puzzlement over the failure of recent war movies (The Kingdom, Rendition, In the Valley of Elah, Lions for Lambs, A Mighty Heart).
But if we are hearing a deep indeterminacy in the world of Hollywood, something remarkable is upon us. After all, Hollywood is good at listening, good at responding to the moment, good at finding a way to speak to shifting taste and preference of Americans, whatever these tastes and preferences are. If Hollywood has lost the thread, something’s up.
There are three possibilities:
1) tastes and preferences are in transition. And, God knows, this happens. Trends make their way through our culture. One Easy Rider and all bets are off.
2) tastes and preferences are now indiscernible. They are out there. But our powers of pattern recognition are modest and we can’t see them.
3) tastes and preferences are so disaggregated that a mass medium like film making can no longer count upon the mass audiences needed to manage an acceptable return on an investment of $ 100 million dollars. (This is the average cost of a Hollywood film. I’m sure Charlie Wilson’s War was much more.)
You choose.
References
Svetkey, Benjamin. War Games. Entertainment Weekly. December 21, 2007. pp. 29-37, p. 37.
Fire foxes, fire eagles, fire dogs: myth in a new media world
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This morning I found myself thinking about Fire Eagle, the new GPS status casting site coming this fall from Yahoo. What, I wanted to know, is a "fire eagle"?
Then I start thinking about Firefox. I remember the first time I heard this term, I thought "what?" and then it settled without further complaint into consciousness. "Firefox." I had no idea what it meant. But I got finally that it meant something, and decided finally that it meant quite well.
And then "fire dogs." This is an in-home technology advice service offered by Circuit City. They are trying to catch up to Best Buy, and the spectacularly successful innovation created by Robert Stephens in 1994 called Geek Squad.
Now, "fire dogs" is I think a metaphor from the fire house. A fire dog is the Dalmatian that rides to the aid of humans in need. As in "Sparky the fire dog."
But Firefox? And Fire Eagle? These might be a a nod in the direction of Joss Whedon and his TV series, the underground hit, called Firefly (Fox 2002). Except that fireflies actually exists, we have seen them, we know exactly what they mean. Or this may be an American construction lost on a Canadian anthropologist.
As a naming strategy, I think I see what’s happening here. A Firefox and a Fire Eagle are counter intuitive in exactly the right proportions. These names resist comprehension but only just. They are counter intuitive, but not unintelligible. In the first moment of exposure, we don’t quite get them…and this prevents them from washing over us and out into that sea of forgettable branding and marketing. Comprehension is held up just long enough for the new name to lock into memory. As branding becomes more subtle, we will see more and more of this.
Firefox and Fire Eagle sound a little like mythical creatures, the sort of thing we might hear about from the mythic worlds of North American aboriginals, classical Greece, or ancient Scandinavia. And this works too. Natural creatures with supernatural powers, this makes sense. Ordinary creatures with extraordinary powers. Mythic creatures that make periodic appearances in the human world.
Later in the morning, I read that NBC is returning some $10 million to advertisers, because it failed to make its audience numbers.
CBS chief research officer David Poltrack says the four major broadcast networks have seen live viewing decline 8% for households and viewers. "Viewers currently are skipping about 60% of commercials during playback…"
Viewers choosing whether to watch ads? A way of recording whether and when they do so? A network giving money back? Marketing being held to account? Lord in heaven, our world is changing. Many of the old bets are off.
And the Fire-prefix came rushing back for an encore in consciousness. Our world is quietly in crisis. We are watch old institutions like advertisers and networks forced to change the very nature of how they do business. We watching as the new media work their way through our customs and our culture. It’s inexorable and sometimes devastating.
Maybe this is why a mythological naming appeals to us. It is a little as if we have been returned to a mythical world, or a human world shot through with mythical interventions. As our world is turned upside down by the new technologies, it does begin to feel like a place occupied by creatures capricious and unpredictable, spectacular but often unintelligible, sometimes intervening on our behalf but just as often unkind to our kind. If we were to put a face to the digital revolution, maybe this it: hybrid creatures with fantastic powers engaging in spectacular interventions in the human world, but rarely possessed of anything more than a casual interest in human welfare. Yes, I believe that does resemble my world. You?
References
Anonymous. 2007. NBC pays out to advertisers over ratings shortfall. WARC. December 14, 2007.
Status casting and persistent friends
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Status casting. What a lovely term. We know what it means at a glance. It is process by which we let the world know of our existence, our condition, our location, our intentions. Twitter, Facebook, Jaiku, Dopplr, MySpace, all of these allow us to status cast.
I first heard this term from Marc Davis. I heard Marc speak a couple of weeks ago at the MIT C3 "Futures of entertainment" conference. This is one wonderfully smart, well informed fella, and I sat there thinking, why is this the first I am hearing of him? At Jerry Michalski’s get-together, I heard a guy called Christian Crumlish, Yahoo’s "pattern detective," and thought the same thing.
Is there something in Yahoo culture that insists on hiding its lights under a bushel? Does this corporation work under deep cover? If Yahoo is smart enough to hire people this talented, why isn’t it smart enough to publicize them? They "add value" like crazy and some of the credit should go to the company that sustains them.
Forget Yahoo. Doesn’t the world distribute more successfully than this? Isn’t that the point of all these new networks? Davis and Crumlish are exactly the guys the new technologies should help us find. These are status-casts I would like to follow. Apparently, our status-casting still has some considerable way to go.
Anyhow, Marc says he heard "status casting" from Leonard Lin, the co-founder of Upcoming.org. I sent Leonard an email asking where he heard it. He’s now checking. (Thank you, Christian for Leonard’s address.) Here’s the latest as of December 19, 2007: Leonard and Edward Ho recall using the term "status casting" while working together in the summer of 07. They make no claim to being the originators of the term, and suppose that it was in wide circulation.
When we status-cast, we’re a little like animals. As I argued in my post on the "puzzle of exhaust data" I suggested that one way to think about exhaust data was to treat it as phatic communication. (In humans and other animals, phatic communication consists in non-verbal gestures and small, sub-linguistic noises. Murmurs, shouts, groans, all of these are phatic.) We can say that tiny posts on twitter are phatic, too. You may not care that I am "feeding my cat." But knowing this tells you I exist, my location, my condition, my, er, status. Twitter data are not "exhaust data" precisely because they serve this locational purpose.
When we status-cast, we are also a little like machines, like those brave little Mars probes phoning home periodically before they eventually disappear from view. It’s a good metaphor, I think, because we live in a world so reckless with risk and dynamism that it is probably wrong to assume that our friends and acquaintances are safe and sound. Maybe it’s just me playing the fretful Canadian, but I worry about people.
I mean, I haven’t talked to Tom Guarriello in a week or so. How is he? What about the Russell Davies who is, I believe, away and offline? What about Jan Chipchase, the hardest working man in anthropology, the James Brown of the social sciences. This guy is on the road almost all the time. I am still not sure what happened to Geoffrey Frost, the man who saved Motorola, but I think it had something to do with the punishments of life of the road, life in a fast lane. (There but for the grace of…)
But you don’t have to be on the road to be in harm’s way. The subprime debacle puts us all at risk. Any one of us could find our livelihoods disappearing out from under us. In the old days, you could make assumptions about the persistence of someone’s good fortune. In the old days, we could make some enduring assumptions about Buddy’s well being. These days even Buddy’s career is the plaything of unpredictable events and global forces.
I like the idea of people throwing off signals, casting their status, phoning home. I mean, it’s a cruel world out there. There’s lots of chatter in our world about persistent virtual worlds. At the moment, I’m more concerned with persistent friends.
References
McCracken, Grant. 2007. How Social Networks Work: The Puzzle of Exhaust Data. The Blog Sits at the Intersection of Anthropology and Economics. July 19, 2007. here.
My favorite Martian
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In the late 1980s, I was, for a year, installed at Massey College. For exercise, I would play catch on a field near the college with a Massey student called Mathew.
One day Mathew’s girl friend came out to watch us play. After awhile, the dreaded question:
"Can I try?" she asked.
Mathew and I didn’t mind showing off while a woman watched us with rapt admiration. But having to share the game with someone who probably thought throwing a football badly was somehow "cute," this was annoying.
Gallantly, we obliged her. After about 12
throws, Julie had mastered throwing a football with her right hand so well that her mechanics were perfect. And I mean flawless. She started at zero. The first throws were abysmally bad. She was, in the language of the traditional childhood taunt, throwing "like a girl." By throw "6," her form was dramatically better. By throw "12," it was, as I say, perfect. She was now throwing like she had never not thrown a football.
This was a little daunting for Mathew and me. We had spend our childhoods learning to throw. And it took months (years, actually) to be good enough to escape the taunt that we threw "like a girl." Manfully, we played on, but it was now clear we’d be very lucky to throw like this girl.
Well, it got worse. Julie wondered if she could throw with her left hand, and sure enough, in a dozen throws, she was once more perfect. By this time, Mathew and I were bordering on humiliation. Julie had managed to reproduce the key accomplishment of our childhood in about 15 minutes.
Julie was a student at Massey too. Occasionally, she would sit down at the College grand piano and favor us with a little well formed Mozart. This was when she wasn’t taking classes in electrical engineering, I think it was. Julie was just good at everything.
I wasn’t surprised a few years later that she had been chosen to be part of the Canadian space program. She flew on Space Shuttle Discovery from May 27 to June 6, 1999 as a crew member of STS-96. The crew performed the first manual docking of the Shuttle to the International Space Station.
Are Canadians proud of her? You might say. Ms. Payette has honorary degrees from Queen’s University (1999); University of Ottawa (1999); Simon Fraser University (2000); Université Laval (2000); University of Regina (2001); Royal Roads University (2001); University of Toronto (2001); University of Victoria (2002); Nipissing University (2002); McGill University (2003); Mount Saint Vincent University (2004); McMaster University (2004); University of Lethbridge (2005); Mount Allison University (2005).
But there’s another side to the story. There is, who knew, a Canadian government agency dedicated to protecting nation’s self esteem. It took a long look at Julie and decided that the nation had a choice. It could suffer the presence of someone who was going to make everyone look bad all the time, or it could get her off planet as soon as possible. I believe, there was a small minority who felt that Ms. Payette was perhaps not human at all, and the wisest course was to "send her back where she came from."
As it turned out, Ms. Payette was only off planet for 9 days, 19 hours and 13 minutes, but everyone, especially Mathew and me, breathed a sigh of relief.
Dexter versus Parents Television Council
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CBS is planning to use Dexter to fill the programming hole left by the writers’ strike. (Dexter is a Showtime series now in its second season.) The Parents Television Council thinks this is a bad idea, claiming CBS is driven by "corporate greed" and that Dexter turns a serial killer into a hero.
This is the sort of thing that gives the Right a bad name. Dexter is not a celebration of violence. It does not encourage us to admire a serial killer. Only a knucklehead or an opportunist would suppose otherwise.
Dexter offers an absorbing what-if study. What if, it asks, evil were domesticated for good. It tells the story of a young man who kills animals without remorse. His adoptive father, a policeman, understands that he has a choice: to turn his son in or put this pathology to a useful purpose. He chooses the latter course, effectively creating a "secret weapon" in the war on crime. His son is a monster who now kills monsters like himself. His pathology is now a thing of discipline and purpose used against pathologies that have no discipline or purpose.
So there is something sociologically interesting about Dexter. But it is also a chance for moral self scrutiny. We are startled to find ourselves empathizing with a man who has no idea what empathy feels like. We catch ourselves briefly rooting for a guy who is a monster, plain and simple. Dexter is not a celebration of violence, but a chance for us to contemplate it and our response to it. (The NBC’s series Life is a second opportunity of this kind.) (Have another look at the poster for the show [above]. I believe that’s what they mean by the phrase, "dead hand of competence.")
Somehow one feels contemplation is not a strong suit at the Parents Television Council. I wondered whether the people at Parents Television Council watch television. Do they actually have a television? Now that popular culture is our culture, and now that programs like Dexter and Life take on "big questions," it is time to treat the likes of Parents Television Council as they philistines they manifestly are.
References
Hibberd, James. 2007. Parents Television Council Denounces CBS’s ‘Dexter" Plan. Ad Age. December 5, 2007. here.
The Wire prequels (“On the midnight shift, I am rarely sober”)
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Big news this morning for fans of good television.
The Hollywood Reporter reports "The Wire" is issuing 3 short films produced by creator David Simon. These "prequels" are now available at Amazon.com. They are free. (Click here.)
Have we seen Amazon used as the delivery mechanism in this way before? Another channel opens! Have we seen prequels used in this way? The transmedia project expands!
References
McCracken, Grant. 2004. Complexity on TV. This Blog Sits at the Intersection of Anthropology and Economics. September 15, 2004. here.
McCracken, Grant. 2004. Pop Culture Lifts Off. This Blog Sits at the Intersection of Anthropology and Economics. December 15, 2004. here.
Wallenstein, Andrew. 2007. ‘Wire’ plus in VOD vignettes. The Hollywood Reporter. December 5, 2007
Inverting order?
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At Thanksgiving, my sister-in-law suggested that we all give to charity instead of giving to one another. Some of us will use the new philanthropic technologies to do this: Donors Choose.com or one of the micro credit loaning sites.
What has happened here? Gift giving in North America is becoming more general and philanthropy elsewhere is becoming more specific. What used to be really vague is now particular. What used to be really particular is now quite vague. We have relocated the particular, sent it off shore.
Yesterday, I heard about something called micro arbitrage. This is investment activity by people who detect a stock on the upswing. They buy this stock and hold it for… a couple of seconds. (That’s what the … signifies in this case.) For them day trading is like an ice age. They make tiny fractions of time pay handsomely and they do.
We have seen other instances of this hyper differentiation. The death of mass culture and the rise of plenitude makes for lots of little social and cultural distinctions. The possibility of niche marketing does something like the same. Customization everywhere means that we now make distinctions where before we could or would not. Some part of the world, the local world, is parsing ever more finely. Blogging has replaced 10,000 journalists with 1,000,000 journalists.
This is a kind of inversion. At the top end of things, globalization collapses differences, making countries once very different from one another more and more alike. And the bottom, finer distinctions become ever finer.
I am not sure I am ready for this. I am still working on the old typologies, trying to master the old architectures of knowledge. If what we are saying is that we now will generalize where once we were particular and particularize where once we were general, well, I am not sure I’m following you.
References
Wikipedia on microcredit here.
Kindle II
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Product testing continued over the weekend, and the Kindle continued to please.
The happiest surprise was the images that appeared unbidden on the screen. What looked like images of Audubon birds, Jane Austen, Oscar Wilde and Harriet Beecher Stowe. I think these must be 19th century engravings used here because they are out of copyright. But they work beautifully on this screen in black and white and grey. And there is something wonderful about this ghostly image making an apparitional appearance, suddenly just there on the screen.
The Kindle is a little funny to handle. There are buttons on both sides, so it’s hard to grasp firmly without activating functions unintentionally. I ended up taking Jerry Rice "soft hands" approach, holding it gently in both hands. (Note to self, for God sake, update your sports comparisons.) I ended up taking a Lynn Swann "soft hands" approach. Better.
The screen is great for reading. I spend some time reading in bed with the Kindle propped up against a pillow. This works well. No more having to fight the binding to keep the book open. You can turn on your side.
Whispernet is surprisingly robust, working for someone who lives as I do in a small town in Connecticut where cell service is sometimes spotty. I ordered Cymbeline and it was there waiting for me minutes later. Whispernet even delivers Gmail and that makes it a nice back up for my Sony Ericsson 810 was continues to be an almost complete frustration in this regard.
I’ve ordered more books. I ordered A Whole New Mind by Daniel Pink. Now this is a sale made by Kindle. Which is to say I’m not sure there is enough value in Pink to pay $35.00 or whatever the list price is. (It might be worth this and more, but at this point, without reading further, I just can’t say.) But $9.00 I will pay. $9.00 is a chance I am prepared to take. I haven’t started Stalin’s ghost by Martin Gruz Smith or Lost Light by Michael Connelly, but I am glad to have them as respite against flight delays. O’Reilly’s Radar is my only blog so far and it reads a little awkwardly on this screen.
My Cymbeline is a Folger Library edition. Everything that is usually supplied by the Folger is stripped out, word definitions, introductions, and the table of contents. I only paid $3.00 for it, so perhaps I shouldn’t complain. On the other hand, if I were the Folger Library I would be unhappy. (The culprit appears to be the digital republisher Digireads.)
I am reading Adam Smith, The Wealth of Nations. This works very well. The Kindle has a way of keep track of exactly where one is. Normally, a book of this size and this authority would leave me a little intimidated. But the Kindle makes it possible to to proceed by small steps and perfect increments, and in the process to dwell on each passage. I am relieved the forced march, and given the opportunity to absorb things more particularly. Maybe that’s just me, but if it isn’t the medium in this case really is shaping the message.
My big complaint: reading with a Kindle is like reading through plate glass. I can’t get at or repurpose anything I find in The Wealth of Nations. I can clip it for internal purposes. I can make a note. But I can’t move these off the Kindle into a blog posting say. I don’t mind if Amazon wants to protect value with DRM. But notes belong to me. They are value I have created for myself. There has to be some way to capture and repurpose them for my purposes.
I stand corrected. Thanks to a comment by Jared, I had another look on my Kindle. There are two My Clippings file. I only saw the mbp version, which is not readable. But there is a second that is. So the OTHER thing I like about the Kindle is the fact that it lets me transport my notes from Kindle to other media.

