The other day I stumbled upon an interview Der Spiegel had conducted with Slavoj Žižek a few months back that has provided me food for thought over the last few days. Below are some choice excerpts from the article that will hopefully provide a couple others with mental sustenance as well.
Žižek: The European leading culture is the universality of Enlightenment within which individuals view themselves through this universality. That means you have to be capable of dispensing with your characteristics and to ignore your particular social, religious or ethnic positions. It's not sufficient to tolerate each other. We need to have the ability to experience our own cultural identity as something contingent, something coincidental, something that can be changed.
Žižek: The universal individual is very much a reality in our life. Apart from apples, pears and grapes, there should be a place for fruits as such. I love the beauty of this platonic idea. People belong to a specific group, but at the same time they are part of a universal dimension. I don't remain the same throughout the course of my life, but I do remain me. A community is not closed either. A person can leave one and join another. Our identity is made up of several identities that can exist successively and in parallel.
SPIEGEL: Is unbridled individual hedonism the only thing we have with which to oppose this fundamentalism?
Žižek: No, for two reasons. The first is that our opponent isn't really religion. Zivko Kusti, a Croatian Catholic nationalist priest, declared Catholicism to be a symbol of the fact that people aren't prepared to renounce their national and cultural legacy -- "the whole Croatianness." This statement makes clear that it is no longer an issue of faith and its truth, but rather a political-cultural project. Religion here is just an instrument, an indicator of our collective identity. It's about how much public one's own side controls, the amount of hegemony "our" side exerts. That's why Kusti approvingly quotes an Italian communist who claims, "I am an atheist Catholic." That's also why Norwegian mass murderer Anders Breivik, who himself is not very religious, referenced the Christian legacy as a foundation of European identity. The second reason, which is even more decisive, is that the unbridled personal freedom of choice fits in excellently with today's capitalism in the sense that the global social and economic process is becoming more and more impenetrable. Individual hedonism and fundamentalism are mutually driving each other. You can only effectively combat fundamentalism with a new collective project of radical change. And there is nothing trivially hedonistic about that.
SPIEGEL: Who determines what is contingent and what is substantial? For an orthodox Muslim, the headscarf is not contingent, it is substantial.
Žižek: Therein lays the explosive problem. The girl, the woman must decide on that in a self-determined manner. In order for her to be able to do that, she must be freed of the pressure of the family and community. And this is where the emancipatory violence applies: The only possibility for autonomy is uprooting, tearing one's self out of the community's pressure to conform. That's why one of my heroes is Malcolm X. The "X" stands for uprooting. It didn't drive him to search for his African roots. On the contrary, he saw it as a chance to attain a new universal freedom.
SPIEGEL: You welcome this violence?
Žižek: I accept this violence because it's the price for true contingency and the liberation of the self. It's like a sadomasochistic sex game. Those involved can participate in all the perversions. At any time, though, everyone has the right to say, "Stop, that's it, I'm stopping and leaving." Progress in Western democracy consists of constantly expanding the scope of universality and, by doing so, also diversifying the freedom of choice between contingent decisions. But contingency does not mean triviality. Our most valuable collective achievements are contingent -- they come out of nowhere and break with our substantial identities.
Link: <http://m.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/a-1023506.html#spRedirectedFrom=www&referrrer= >
2015년 8월 9일 일요일
Egyptian Women, and the World Really
"As long as they lack a basic desire to escape the familiar, it's unlikely they will change anything fundamental about their lives."
This fucking statement.
In a long, long article written by the New Yorker's always engaging Peter Hassler, this statement is just one of a grip of concise and candid observations quoted from one Chinese expat concerning the fundamental challenge of making a living in Northern Egypt, selling lingerie.
This statement was directed towards Eqyptian women - specifically regarding the lack of a multi-shift female workforce due to local (religous) customs - but the reason why it was uttered in the first place is a universally relatable one. Anyone who has envisioned a better way of doing things or has thought that they could solve a really big problem IF only one seemingly simple thing were different, but lack the means to readily rectify that one thing should absolutely be able to relate to the speaker of the above statement.
What's really thought provoking about the above statement for me though is this: as frequently as we confront limits to progress or barriers to implementing better ways of living, the probability that the 'they' in the above statement could refer to oneself or one's specific in-group must be equally as likely. The riddle of progress is a constantly shape shifting gate keeper that keeps the future seperate from the status quo. Before trying to solve the riddle, we need to ask ourselves which problems we too are complicit with and/or a part of.
If you have a few minutes and appreciate good fucking writing about interesting fucking topics check out Hassler's New Yorker piece here : http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/08/10/learning-to-speak-lingerie.
This fucking statement.
In a long, long article written by the New Yorker's always engaging Peter Hassler, this statement is just one of a grip of concise and candid observations quoted from one Chinese expat concerning the fundamental challenge of making a living in Northern Egypt, selling lingerie.
This statement was directed towards Eqyptian women - specifically regarding the lack of a multi-shift female workforce due to local (religous) customs - but the reason why it was uttered in the first place is a universally relatable one. Anyone who has envisioned a better way of doing things or has thought that they could solve a really big problem IF only one seemingly simple thing were different, but lack the means to readily rectify that one thing should absolutely be able to relate to the speaker of the above statement.
What's really thought provoking about the above statement for me though is this: as frequently as we confront limits to progress or barriers to implementing better ways of living, the probability that the 'they' in the above statement could refer to oneself or one's specific in-group must be equally as likely. The riddle of progress is a constantly shape shifting gate keeper that keeps the future seperate from the status quo. Before trying to solve the riddle, we need to ask ourselves which problems we too are complicit with and/or a part of.
If you have a few minutes and appreciate good fucking writing about interesting fucking topics check out Hassler's New Yorker piece here : http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/08/10/learning-to-speak-lingerie.
2015년 8월 4일 화요일
Hoverboards and stuff
Arrived at work here in muggy downtown Seoul abnormally early (even for me) this morning so I booted up my pc and opened up Bloomberg, AVC.com, TheStartupBible.com, longform.org and a couple other go-to sites to catch any new updates as per-usual.
Luckily I had time to get used to the new changes made to the layout and fucking font on Bloomberg (they made it super small and fine; younger demo?) so could spot this impossibly alluring piece of copy: Here's How the Lexus Hoverboard Actually Works, Buckle up: History is gonna change. Journalistic boner right?
Anyways, what struck me - and I think this point nails very concisely both the opportunity and the challenge that anyone who is alive today faces when trying to go solo in search of fame and/or fortune - was the answer the piece provided to the question of 'Why would Lexus spend all that time and money to create something so one-off (at least for now) in the first place?'
Answer: It's never been as challenging as it is today to rise above the rest and turn heads.
Read the full article on Bloomberg.com here : http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2015-08-04/here-s-how-the-lexus-hoverboard-actually-works
Luckily I had time to get used to the new changes made to the layout and fucking font on Bloomberg (they made it super small and fine; younger demo?) so could spot this impossibly alluring piece of copy: Here's How the Lexus Hoverboard Actually Works, Buckle up: History is gonna change. Journalistic boner right?
Anyways, what struck me - and I think this point nails very concisely both the opportunity and the challenge that anyone who is alive today faces when trying to go solo in search of fame and/or fortune - was the answer the piece provided to the question of 'Why would Lexus spend all that time and money to create something so one-off (at least for now) in the first place?'
Answer: It's never been as challenging as it is today to rise above the rest and turn heads.
Read the full article on Bloomberg.com here : http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2015-08-04/here-s-how-the-lexus-hoverboard-actually-works
2015년 8월 3일 월요일
Leading Vs. Managing
Read a brilliantly concise comparison that explains the nuanced differences between leading and managing on Fred Wilson's blog a few weeks back that has stuck with me. Hope it is sticky enough for those of you who cast thoughts in to the big pond of business theory from time to time.
Leading is charisma, strength, communication, vision, listening, calm, connecting, trust, faith and belief.
Management is recruiting, retaining, delegating, deciding, communicating and above all executing.
(Read the full post here: http://avc.com/2015/07/leaders-and-executives/)
Leading is charisma, strength, communication, vision, listening, calm, connecting, trust, faith and belief.
Management is recruiting, retaining, delegating, deciding, communicating and above all executing.
(Read the full post here: http://avc.com/2015/07/leaders-and-executives/)
2015년 7월 30일 목요일
Peaches & Roses
Tread lightly all ye whose lives claim be nothing but peaches and roses.
Remember that you can die choking on a pit and get cut to hell by any of those thorns.
Remember that you can die choking on a pit and get cut to hell by any of those thorns.
2015년 6월 30일 화요일
Seoul City
The city I reside in has 10 million inhabitants and thus has earned the designation of 'Mega City'. Every city is unique, but broadly speaking there seems to be two seperate species: Inclusive Cities like those found in many Western countries (i.e. melting pots) and Exclusive Cities like those found in North East & South Eastern Asia where the dominant-historic inhabitants or the 'Locals' generally do not readily absorb 'Others'. My city represents the latter. As I myself am an 'Other', it is interesting to note that there are a quarter of a million other Others of which 77% or a little over 200,000 are Chinese or ethnic Korean-Chinese; 11,000 are from the USA with another 4,000 hailing from Canada, Australian or Western European countries. There is a sizable Eastern Bloc/Central Asian/Russian contingent in addition to significant numbers of Others from India and South East Asia.
As an Exclusive City, there are a few noteworthy phenomena worth pointing out. Firstly, there are the multiple diasporic groupings of each Other group that pocket the city. There are unofficial (i.e. real) China Towns situated adjacent to the Konkuk University and Sinlim Metros; ethnic Korean-Chinese and Joseon (i.e. North Koreans) occupy a significant area around Sinlim Metro Station; long-term American expats - mainly Korean-Americans, other US citizens and Military but also not a small contingent of Canadians not to mention the ever increasing diverse group of Muslims and Africans - reside within the Yongsan District of Central Seoul south of Namsan especially concentrated within the neighborhoods of Itaewon and Noksapyeong; Russians and Russian speaking Central Asians can be found in large numbers around the West End of Dongdaemun Market; more ethnic Korean-Chinese Joseon as well as SE Asians in particular also gather en masse on the weekends up around Hyehwa Metro Station. What these clusters of diasporic groupings result in are restaurants, bakeries, lodging, miscelaneous services and a myriad of shops catering specifically towards each specific Other group. As a last note, a massive influx of Chinese tourists has resulted in sections of Seoul - specifically nearby the metros of Hongik University and Chungmuro (Seoul's Old Hollywood) - becomming short-term Chinese diasporas of sorts.
The other point that I can't stress enough is the dynamic amalgamation inherent within Exclusive cities exhibited by the fact that these Other clusters are largely ignored by Koreans - until they aren't. They are self-contained and largely - if unconsciously - self-supporting groupings containing elements of key specialized and unique marketplaces; yet they lack any formal unity and are essentially composed of individuals whose only commonality resides in the fact that they share the same Otherness. In the case of Itaewon and Noksapyeong, the unique food scene and culture on offer have ignited an explosion of interest from Koreans. This example highlights the under-recognized potential of all the diasporic groupings within the city. At the same time it must be stressed again - and despite being a common human phenomenon it seems to be overlooked more often than not - that the tastes, wants and needs of Koreans very rarely all line-up with Others, and vice versa. This aspect in particular musn't be viewed as a short-comming, but instead should be thought of as a key piece of strategic intelligence that any group - Korean or Other - must always be cognizant of. For example, a foreign dish or food item like the churro is traditionally enjoyed in certain countries in very specific contexts - contexts that may not be easily translated within Seoul or Korea - but by creating a familiar context for the Korean consumer, as the recent explosive success garnished by the Street Churro brand has with it's up-scale-lite cafe concept, the curiosity that a foreign idea or concept naturally arouses can be augmented by an order of magnitude.
If I may however, I would like to delve back down to those groups of Others residing within this City of Ours, focusing particularly on the neighborhoods of Itaewon and Noksapyeong. It is supremely interesting to note that when it comes to the success of Street Churro in Korea - the most conspicuous evidence of which can be gleamed at the beginning of of an alleyway within Noksapyeong on any given day, night or weekend - is the antipathy it arouses from the Other residents. Why this is noteworthy is simple: This very traditional ex-pat and US military personnel haunt had been for years neglected by typical Koreans for the most part - owing to various reasons - and most importantly within the last 10 years as a result of comparatively low rent and a large population of Others it has been a place where overseas Koreans and long-term expats have been able to safely and openly experiment with various entrepreneurial ventures centering mainly around eateries and brew-pub-style bars. Very simply, a conspicuous community of Others seemed to be taking root and with that a pride began to form - a pride not unlike that which citizens have when it comes to their home towns and countries. The success of places similar to Street Churro - lightning rods of Local attention and new traffic - while of course presenting new oppurtunities in the form of ever larger swarms of consumers, also brings with it the con-joined threats of sky-high rent and thus the inescapable demand to bring in higher and higher sales; this last point of course implying the need to cater to the Local consumer more which inevitably leads to the alienation of the original group of Others and (re?)amalgamation into the Local reality.
This is the current state of affairs as it concerns the continued development of both Noksapyeong and Itaewon neighborhoods. Of course, differences and similarities there are many even between these two halves of the same whole. For instance, the back alleys of Itaewon behind Yongsan District Office, well off of the main thoroughfares, are experiencing a renaissance of sorts as a large number of small shops are setting up business bringing with them totally new foods and attitudes to what was before just a desolate path leading to the Hill of Homo and Hooker. That said, the bearing of both neighborhoods is identical and is inclining towards a shared conclusion. The best example of what that inclined bearing portends can be readily seen through the neighborhood of Sinsa and specifically Garusu Street; put simply a culturally hollow yet still - owing to the images and perceptions still held by many stemming from the long-forgotten original neighborhood that first earned it notoriety and attention in the first place - self-sustaining commercial wasteland with rents that only the largest companies or wealthiest patrons can afford. This phenomenon, that is, Korean-style gentrification if you will, appears to be an unassailable fact of life for those residing within Seoul. While to many this fact will present itself as an impending doomsday when they too will be forced out of their life-long residences or small shops to make way for a new Angel-in-us coffee shop, to me at least this is yet another key piece of strategic urban intelligence that one must always have in the back of their mind.
Across this verbose - if not convoluted - overview laid out above, a very important distinction should have been noted by any reader who has made it to this point; in contra-distinction to a typically unified diasporic community of Others, the Itaewon and Noksapyeong neighborhoods - specifically the diasporic community residing therein - experienced the beginnings of a unification underpinned by the formation of a mutually shared pride based in large part on the contrastingly different - dare I say rebellious flouting of Local tastes and norms associated with the Local - food scene and attitude toward living and working. To make it clear and re-emphasize the point, a tangible thread has been strung through this hitherto simple collection of individual actors thus earning it the graduated character of a community!
As an Exclusive City, there are a few noteworthy phenomena worth pointing out. Firstly, there are the multiple diasporic groupings of each Other group that pocket the city. There are unofficial (i.e. real) China Towns situated adjacent to the Konkuk University and Sinlim Metros; ethnic Korean-Chinese and Joseon (i.e. North Koreans) occupy a significant area around Sinlim Metro Station; long-term American expats - mainly Korean-Americans, other US citizens and Military but also not a small contingent of Canadians not to mention the ever increasing diverse group of Muslims and Africans - reside within the Yongsan District of Central Seoul south of Namsan especially concentrated within the neighborhoods of Itaewon and Noksapyeong; Russians and Russian speaking Central Asians can be found in large numbers around the West End of Dongdaemun Market; more ethnic Korean-Chinese Joseon as well as SE Asians in particular also gather en masse on the weekends up around Hyehwa Metro Station. What these clusters of diasporic groupings result in are restaurants, bakeries, lodging, miscelaneous services and a myriad of shops catering specifically towards each specific Other group. As a last note, a massive influx of Chinese tourists has resulted in sections of Seoul - specifically nearby the metros of Hongik University and Chungmuro (Seoul's Old Hollywood) - becomming short-term Chinese diasporas of sorts.
The other point that I can't stress enough is the dynamic amalgamation inherent within Exclusive cities exhibited by the fact that these Other clusters are largely ignored by Koreans - until they aren't. They are self-contained and largely - if unconsciously - self-supporting groupings containing elements of key specialized and unique marketplaces; yet they lack any formal unity and are essentially composed of individuals whose only commonality resides in the fact that they share the same Otherness. In the case of Itaewon and Noksapyeong, the unique food scene and culture on offer have ignited an explosion of interest from Koreans. This example highlights the under-recognized potential of all the diasporic groupings within the city. At the same time it must be stressed again - and despite being a common human phenomenon it seems to be overlooked more often than not - that the tastes, wants and needs of Koreans very rarely all line-up with Others, and vice versa. This aspect in particular musn't be viewed as a short-comming, but instead should be thought of as a key piece of strategic intelligence that any group - Korean or Other - must always be cognizant of. For example, a foreign dish or food item like the churro is traditionally enjoyed in certain countries in very specific contexts - contexts that may not be easily translated within Seoul or Korea - but by creating a familiar context for the Korean consumer, as the recent explosive success garnished by the Street Churro brand has with it's up-scale-lite cafe concept, the curiosity that a foreign idea or concept naturally arouses can be augmented by an order of magnitude.
If I may however, I would like to delve back down to those groups of Others residing within this City of Ours, focusing particularly on the neighborhoods of Itaewon and Noksapyeong. It is supremely interesting to note that when it comes to the success of Street Churro in Korea - the most conspicuous evidence of which can be gleamed at the beginning of of an alleyway within Noksapyeong on any given day, night or weekend - is the antipathy it arouses from the Other residents. Why this is noteworthy is simple: This very traditional ex-pat and US military personnel haunt had been for years neglected by typical Koreans for the most part - owing to various reasons - and most importantly within the last 10 years as a result of comparatively low rent and a large population of Others it has been a place where overseas Koreans and long-term expats have been able to safely and openly experiment with various entrepreneurial ventures centering mainly around eateries and brew-pub-style bars. Very simply, a conspicuous community of Others seemed to be taking root and with that a pride began to form - a pride not unlike that which citizens have when it comes to their home towns and countries. The success of places similar to Street Churro - lightning rods of Local attention and new traffic - while of course presenting new oppurtunities in the form of ever larger swarms of consumers, also brings with it the con-joined threats of sky-high rent and thus the inescapable demand to bring in higher and higher sales; this last point of course implying the need to cater to the Local consumer more which inevitably leads to the alienation of the original group of Others and (re?)amalgamation into the Local reality.
This is the current state of affairs as it concerns the continued development of both Noksapyeong and Itaewon neighborhoods. Of course, differences and similarities there are many even between these two halves of the same whole. For instance, the back alleys of Itaewon behind Yongsan District Office, well off of the main thoroughfares, are experiencing a renaissance of sorts as a large number of small shops are setting up business bringing with them totally new foods and attitudes to what was before just a desolate path leading to the Hill of Homo and Hooker. That said, the bearing of both neighborhoods is identical and is inclining towards a shared conclusion. The best example of what that inclined bearing portends can be readily seen through the neighborhood of Sinsa and specifically Garusu Street; put simply a culturally hollow yet still - owing to the images and perceptions still held by many stemming from the long-forgotten original neighborhood that first earned it notoriety and attention in the first place - self-sustaining commercial wasteland with rents that only the largest companies or wealthiest patrons can afford. This phenomenon, that is, Korean-style gentrification if you will, appears to be an unassailable fact of life for those residing within Seoul. While to many this fact will present itself as an impending doomsday when they too will be forced out of their life-long residences or small shops to make way for a new Angel-in-us coffee shop, to me at least this is yet another key piece of strategic urban intelligence that one must always have in the back of their mind.
Across this verbose - if not convoluted - overview laid out above, a very important distinction should have been noted by any reader who has made it to this point; in contra-distinction to a typically unified diasporic community of Others, the Itaewon and Noksapyeong neighborhoods - specifically the diasporic community residing therein - experienced the beginnings of a unification underpinned by the formation of a mutually shared pride based in large part on the contrastingly different - dare I say rebellious flouting of Local tastes and norms associated with the Local - food scene and attitude toward living and working. To make it clear and re-emphasize the point, a tangible thread has been strung through this hitherto simple collection of individual actors thus earning it the graduated character of a community!
2015년 5월 20일 수요일
2015년 4월 28일 화요일
2015년 4월 26일 일요일
We Are Astro Travellers
It's a joyous day!
Let us find the sprit in man, and travel; to the unknown.
To think because we are here in the present, it hasn't just started; this is comming - reality - out of the unknown, out of the nothingness. And we are going to go on into the infamous; into the celestial.
We are what you call Astro Travellers. So we are travelling from dimension to dimension.
If one man die, all men dead; and one man live, all men live.
Tell the ranks!
One dog, one cat, one goat, one fowl, one moon, one sun; it had to be multi purpose in order to sustain energy and life. So you have black, blue, green, pink, yellow, river, sea, mountain, birds, dogs - Man.
Everything is travelling on such. Everything is relative.
The car, the money.
Everything is connected to the universe.
So whether you are one person that does not realize how vulnerable we are within the changes of time, the earth will not disappear my brethren.
Because I and I!
~ Parts Unknown, Jamaica
Let us find the sprit in man, and travel; to the unknown.
To think because we are here in the present, it hasn't just started; this is comming - reality - out of the unknown, out of the nothingness. And we are going to go on into the infamous; into the celestial.
We are what you call Astro Travellers. So we are travelling from dimension to dimension.
If one man die, all men dead; and one man live, all men live.
Tell the ranks!
One dog, one cat, one goat, one fowl, one moon, one sun; it had to be multi purpose in order to sustain energy and life. So you have black, blue, green, pink, yellow, river, sea, mountain, birds, dogs - Man.
Everything is travelling on such. Everything is relative.
The car, the money.
Everything is connected to the universe.
So whether you are one person that does not realize how vulnerable we are within the changes of time, the earth will not disappear my brethren.
Because I and I!
~ Parts Unknown, Jamaica
2015년 4월 19일 일요일
Re-do
Walking across once well worn floors,
now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for
time to leave them be,
and so I leave.
In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap,
I channel my 李白, illuminating the shared gap
between τέχνη and ροίησις,
whilst violence rages beyond the borders that keep us.
Pittering late afternoon rain patters the city,
blanketed in mist amidst the howl of all things windy
from whence
time has slipped past since.
The last gasps of breath escape persed lips, vision fading before
brothers of other shores
destroy and claim amore;
waves crashing, stealing fore.
Swirling silent it spins, blackness blanketing its evermore,
nothing to be heard for nothing is forevermore;
time sleeps, no stir, no beat,
and so I leave.
李白 : Li Bai
τέχνη : Techne
ροίησις : Poïesis
now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for
time to leave them be,
and so I leave.
In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap,
I channel my 李白, illuminating the shared gap
between τέχνη and ροίησις,
whilst violence rages beyond the borders that keep us.
Pittering late afternoon rain patters the city,
blanketed in mist amidst the howl of all things windy
from whence
time has slipped past since.
The last gasps of breath escape persed lips, vision fading before
brothers of other shores
destroy and claim amore;
waves crashing, stealing fore.
Swirling silent it spins, blackness blanketing its evermore,
nothing to be heard for nothing is forevermore;
time sleeps, no stir, no beat,
and so I leave.
李白 : Li Bai
τέχνη : Techne
ροίησις : Poïesis
2015년 4월 18일 토요일
Standing Out
Logos is common to all; but most live as if they each have a private reason. Does this have to remain so?
Perceiving and re-cognizing both what is, along with where the 'what is' has come from and everything that the 'what is' has left behind in time is standing out of Logic.
Living and acting as if being alive as woman or man in time - the 'what is' - is the result of a series of random events is standing in Logic.
Most fritter away their time floating within the all pervasive current of Logos. It is only the few who stand out of it that can make the attempt to divert the flow hither or thither by reflecting their hearts. Do things still have to remain this way?
Perceiving and re-cognizing both what is, along with where the 'what is' has come from and everything that the 'what is' has left behind in time is standing out of Logic.
Living and acting as if being alive as woman or man in time - the 'what is' - is the result of a series of random events is standing in Logic.
Most fritter away their time floating within the all pervasive current of Logos. It is only the few who stand out of it that can make the attempt to divert the flow hither or thither by reflecting their hearts. Do things still have to remain this way?
2015년 3월 7일 토요일
ex hupothesoeos anankaion
"All power exists only in its expression."
Ontologically, power is "inwardness." Freedom is combined with power. For power that is more than its expression is always freedom.
"Beside freedom stands necessity."
Necessity is the resistance that free power encounters. The resistance that free power encounters is itself freedom. The necessity is the power of what has been transmitted and of those who are acting against one. By excluding many things as impossible, it limits action to the possible.
Ontologically, power is "inwardness." Freedom is combined with power. For power that is more than its expression is always freedom.
"Beside freedom stands necessity."
Necessity is the resistance that free power encounters. The resistance that free power encounters is itself freedom. The necessity is the power of what has been transmitted and of those who are acting against one. By excluding many things as impossible, it limits action to the possible.
2015년 2월 28일 토요일
2015년 1월 2일 금요일
2014년 11월 16일 일요일
That Laugh
That laugh, oh man~~ that laugh.
Crisp autumn afternoons, relaxed hand-clasped walks through Jeong-dong and that laugh!
Caught in a Dali-esque golden frame of wind blown leaves on Nam-san and man~~ that smile!
Quixotic scene of old and new Jung-gu apartments with us just loungin' above, staring boy~~ at those eyes!
Carried to the altar in our loves warm embrace, we stand and hold hands, I love you and oh~~ that laugh!
Crisp autumn afternoons, relaxed hand-clasped walks through Jeong-dong and that laugh!
Caught in a Dali-esque golden frame of wind blown leaves on Nam-san and man~~ that smile!
Quixotic scene of old and new Jung-gu apartments with us just loungin' above, staring boy~~ at those eyes!
Carried to the altar in our loves warm embrace, we stand and hold hands, I love you and oh~~ that laugh!
2014년 11월 10일 월요일
2014년 10월 29일 수요일
2014년 10월 27일 월요일
Semantic Satiation
The cross-roads of epistimeological history lay not in the re-thinking of every-thing - a particularly blockheaded Brockman-esque thought - but in what may very well be considered the ultimate bellicose act conceivable; the forgetting of everything to namelessness.
2014년 9월 11일 목요일
2014년 9월 9일 화요일
Home
I hope, that anyone who feels that they are alone in any crowd, can find brethren and sisters within this little world we have right here.
I hope every mother fucker that visits this space aspires to be a FM member. Because you will be able to create the content that expresses who you are, and as such speak to others who share such likes and change their lives accordingly.
More 'yous' than you think exist.
I hope that what you create changes more than what I wrote; you will change more than the world.
The future: be you.
Welcome home.
I hope every mother fucker that visits this space aspires to be a FM member. Because you will be able to create the content that expresses who you are, and as such speak to others who share such likes and change their lives accordingly.
More 'yous' than you think exist.
I hope that what you create changes more than what I wrote; you will change more than the world.
The future: be you.
Welcome home.
2014년 8월 31일 일요일
Opened Door
Wow. You didn't think you would see her again. After that night.
That night. You could hear her breathing grow heavier; almost gasping. Your lips on her scented neck. Her long, silky hair tickling the nape of yours, whilst her hips thrust against your searching hand. And then, then the frightened click click click of her heels on loose asphalt is all you are left with. Running, she rounds the corner onto Forbes, and disappears.
Now, she is standing in your doorway for a first time. Office hours last another 45 minutes, but you order her to her knees, with the door left open.
That night. You could hear her breathing grow heavier; almost gasping. Your lips on her scented neck. Her long, silky hair tickling the nape of yours, whilst her hips thrust against your searching hand. And then, then the frightened click click click of her heels on loose asphalt is all you are left with. Running, she rounds the corner onto Forbes, and disappears.
Now, she is standing in your doorway for a first time. Office hours last another 45 minutes, but you order her to her knees, with the door left open.
2014년 7월 28일 월요일
Fuckin' Isotopes
The sky is full of smoke
And fuckin' isotopes.
Do I sit back and toke
Because I haven't hope?
Now: so dope, so dope.
And fuckin' isotopes.
Do I sit back and toke
Because I haven't hope?
Now: so dope, so dope.
2014년 6월 15일 일요일
Something
On a mild, mid-summer's morning, awakening in the penthouse suite to a panoramic view of the morning calm, he feels a cold sweat begin to spread up his body and nip at the nape of his neck.
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"Sir, shall I take your order?" Snapping out from the velvety fog of distraction he briefly glances at the menu cover, and rotely rattles off the same combination of dishes he always has: A++ Hanwoo tartare to start followed by a sardine sashimi, light on the pepper. Shaking his head softly as the waitress sprints back to the pass, he raises his arm, platinum watch scraping lovely against the wooden beads of his Buddhist bracelet, and begins to massage his temples, eyes closed tight. Aside from his beating Swiss heart, the world fades from view and again he falls into that warm gray sphere of nothingness. The clatter of the first course being laid out snaps him back to reality; and then he sees her.
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"Sir, shall I take your order?" Snapping out from the velvety fog of distraction he briefly glances at the menu cover, and rotely rattles off the same combination of dishes he always has: A++ Hanwoo tartare to start followed by a sardine sashimi, light on the pepper. Shaking his head softly as the waitress sprints back to the pass, he raises his arm, platinum watch scraping lovely against the wooden beads of his Buddhist bracelet, and begins to massage his temples, eyes closed tight. Aside from his beating Swiss heart, the world fades from view and again he falls into that warm gray sphere of nothingness. The clatter of the first course being laid out snaps him back to reality; and then he sees her.
2014년 6월 9일 월요일
2014년 6월 1일 일요일
Novel Idea
They say that the Industrial Revolution began in the first mines. Today, all that could be mined is ours. But now all the mines are in our skies. The year is 2033. Technological advancements dealing with mineral extraction and the capture and resolidification of spent combustible fuels that began some 10 years or so ago coalesced early last year. Following the United Nations admonitions, each individual nation signed up for energy independence. Due to the beneficent 'G' Corporation, the first and last supra-national corporate entity, every country has received it's very own A.I.R. PP a.k.a. Atmospheric Impurity Re-uptake Processing Plant (or Air Purifying Plants as they are sold to the masses) and with that the guarantee that through hard work any dream can become reality.
2014년 5월 15일 목요일
Words on tap
What are you doing? Or, what are you really doing? And, what do you really want to be doing?
Walking across once well worn floors, now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for time to leave them be, and so I leave.
In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap, I channel my 李白 and illuminate the secret affinity between τέχνη and ροίησις, all the while violence rages outside and past the borders beyond...
What are we doing? Or, what are we really doing? And, what will we be (really) doing?
Walking across once well worn floors, now brittle and frail, their creaks shriek for time to leave them be, and so I leave.
In dark basement, beer in hand, words on tap, I channel my 李白 and illuminate the secret affinity between τέχνη and ροίησις, all the while violence rages outside and past the borders beyond...
What are we doing? Or, what are we really doing? And, what will we be (really) doing?
2014년 4월 29일 화요일
2014년 4월 17일 목요일
2014년 4월 16일 수요일
Fuckwitedness
A day with dangerous levels of air pollution is like a tornado heading your way. While you can't really avoid it, you're better off staying indoors (in the basement or preferably a storm cellar in the event of a tornado) as opposed to walking outside into it.
2014년 4월 13일 일요일
명동 불금의 어느 외국인 관광객 이야기
불금이 끝나갈 새벽 12시 무렵 그들의 눈빛이 우연히 마주친다.
3명, 모두 중동이나 어디 아세안 나라 출신으로 보이는 미인들.
근데 이거 뭐지?
외국인 관광객 중심인 명동거리 입구 앞에서 택시를 잡으려고 하는 그들은 택시를 못잡고 헤매고 있다.
헐.
이미 몇번이나 잡으려 했나 본데. 택시 하나가 속도를 늦추며 태워줄 듯 한데 마지막 순간에 (왠지) 승객의 낯선 외모에 엔진을 심하게 밟아 빨리 도망가버린다.
승객이 없었는데도 말이다. 아휴 답답하다.
이러니 그들은 얼마나 더 답답할까.
다음에 더 용기(?) 있는 택시가 다가서더니 한국말로 어디까지 가느냐라고 기본적인 질문을 던진다.
처음 한국을 방문한 그녀들 (국빈이라고 하자) 에게는 아무 말도 없이 무시하고 지나가는것이나 다름 없는 말이지 않는가.
양쪽은 잠잠히 침묵하며 서로가 서로를 그냥 쳐다보고 있었다.
이 순간에 내가 나섰다. 그들이 가려는 목적지를 파악하고 기사한테 우리말로(한국말로) 당당하지만 실망섞인 말투로 이렇게 말했다.
'아저씨, 여기서 유턴해서 남산 1호 터널으로 가시고 한남대교 건너시면 신사사거리에서 우회전하시고 한 300미터 이후 오른쪽에 ㅇㅇㅇ관광객호텔에서 세워 주십시오. 아저씨, 잠시 교류 중인 저희 나라 국빈들을 잘 부탁드립니다.'
아 아~예 알겠습니다라는 말이 당황한 기사 입 밖으로 나오자마자 난 앞으로 우리 나라를 방문한 국빈을 더 잘 챙겨달라는 의미를 실어 내가 뒷문을 세게 닫았다.
몇분 뒤에 인천공항으로 향하는 공항버스를 타고 이 나라를 영원히 떠났다.
3명, 모두 중동이나 어디 아세안 나라 출신으로 보이는 미인들.
근데 이거 뭐지?
외국인 관광객 중심인 명동거리 입구 앞에서 택시를 잡으려고 하는 그들은 택시를 못잡고 헤매고 있다.
헐.
이미 몇번이나 잡으려 했나 본데. 택시 하나가 속도를 늦추며 태워줄 듯 한데 마지막 순간에 (왠지) 승객의 낯선 외모에 엔진을 심하게 밟아 빨리 도망가버린다.
승객이 없었는데도 말이다. 아휴 답답하다.
이러니 그들은 얼마나 더 답답할까.
다음에 더 용기(?) 있는 택시가 다가서더니 한국말로 어디까지 가느냐라고 기본적인 질문을 던진다.
처음 한국을 방문한 그녀들 (국빈이라고 하자) 에게는 아무 말도 없이 무시하고 지나가는것이나 다름 없는 말이지 않는가.
양쪽은 잠잠히 침묵하며 서로가 서로를 그냥 쳐다보고 있었다.
이 순간에 내가 나섰다. 그들이 가려는 목적지를 파악하고 기사한테 우리말로(한국말로) 당당하지만 실망섞인 말투로 이렇게 말했다.
'아저씨, 여기서 유턴해서 남산 1호 터널으로 가시고 한남대교 건너시면 신사사거리에서 우회전하시고 한 300미터 이후 오른쪽에 ㅇㅇㅇ관광객호텔에서 세워 주십시오. 아저씨, 잠시 교류 중인 저희 나라 국빈들을 잘 부탁드립니다.'
아 아~예 알겠습니다라는 말이 당황한 기사 입 밖으로 나오자마자 난 앞으로 우리 나라를 방문한 국빈을 더 잘 챙겨달라는 의미를 실어 내가 뒷문을 세게 닫았다.
몇분 뒤에 인천공항으로 향하는 공항버스를 타고 이 나라를 영원히 떠났다.
2014년 4월 1일 화요일
Cherry Blossoms
Cherry Blossoms seem to engender a near mythical appreciation. They are the definitive message bearer to the masses that the long, hard Winter has fallen to the sudden, surprise, early thrust spear of Spring. The blossoms themselves will lead any casual observer to those memories - or fantasies for those as-yet-uninitiated - of youth when one first becomes aware of the opposite sexes surfeit of supple, unblemished smoothness. This in turn is also, apart from being the place of their actual origin, probably what leads many to associate the blossoms with Japan and its culture.
That said, many other countries as well, including South Korea and the United States, have unofficial periods wherein the blooming of these trees is announced, celebrated and enjoyed by its citizenry. These celebrations are more natural in that they are informal and lacking governmental or organizational auspices - which is to say that they do not take place within a conspicuous human enframing. It is nature itself that calls to man as it were, to come hither to catch a glimpse of perfection, which if the blossom itself is any indication only occurs in youth. Those so lucky to actually witness that moment, and it really is The Moment when the blossoms are in full bloom - and by full bloom I am not talking about the early, awkward stages of blooming when their skinny, pointed limbs are all too clearly visible and I am especially not talking about the later stage when the ugly, green leaves, the body hair if you will, poke through the perfect skin of blossoms that just form a complete, seemingly impenetrable orb of angelic whiteness around those awkward limbs - is to be bestowed with and at the same time burdened by Truth. And it is probably for this reason why many will simply pay it no mind and miss it altogether.
We lateborn, unfortunately, are no longer able to readily receive Truth let alone begin to comprehend it. Just try asking yourself what you believe Truth is or means. A few mental stuttering starts heading nowhere, probably followed by an anecdote of modern usage that goes something like the following: truth is something agreed upon, ideally based on fact, and that upon hearing or reading usually elicits a "Yeah, (I think) that is true" or something to that effect. Or maybe those of you who hail from institutions with latinate mottos (full disclosure: the motto of my alma mater, Korea University, is 'Libertas, Justitia, Veritas') will pay heed to the fact that Truth as spoken today in most romantic languages at least, derives from the Latin 'Veritas'. (The etymological origins of 'truth' as spoken in English, it should be noted, shares a closer affinity than we would like to admit with 'faith' and even 'loyalty', which is food enough for thought itself). That said, I don't know of anyone who actually knows let alone can indicate how exactly Veritas was thought of when it was still part of a living vernacular.
Veritas was not an original, thoughtful construct in Roman times, however, it was the translation of the Greek 'Aletheia' into Roman thought and as a result this thoughtful Greek Word has been brought into our modern language in an equally violent manner being called 'Truth'. To put it simply, the Greek word speaks of an "unconcealedness" or literally "the state of not being hidden". Moving fore, treading closer to the danger, and not for the mere purpose of highlighting etymological similarities, although such similarities cannot be said to not exist, I would like to briefly touch upon 眞理 or Zhenli or 진리. There are probably many ways to think through this word, or set of characters, and the argument could probably be made as to whether one should even try to think through the couplet or instead focus on one character at a time or even if such an attempt should be made at all!
Shall we not at least try to take a leap, perhaps even a leap of faith towards what may be true? A good place to start along a way to thinking, generally, is through the thoughts of an actual thinker. Regarding '眞', Zhuangzi (莊子) has already thought this character through as meaning 'Every-thing as it is' or '있는 그대로' in Korean. The second character, a compound of the radicals 玉 + 里, that when taken in isolation respectively indicate a precious gem and a village. Together, nowadays, when combined the resulting '理 ' is translated as either 'control' or 'logic', but these translations, especially the former, are ex post facto derivations. Derived from what? In both cases, the original gem and village denote the 'explicit implicitness' or the concealed nature of both objects. In the case of a precious gem, actually what is emphasized and always apparent first is the rough stone with the gem itself being unseen and only revealed later. A village is always only a village, and an area only comes to be called a village by virtue of the inhabitants that often exist in obscurity, or concealedness therein. So to be clear, the aspect of control that the above character has come to embody happened after, and only after the rough exerior of the gem or the nameless inhabitants of a village were forgotten in the sense that it became so simple to control the attaining of the gem itself or the groups of contained people.
The above attempt at beginning to think through '眞理', which now that it is safe to say is an approximation of Truth in both Chinese, Japanese and Korean, was given solely as food for thought. In this moment the matter at hand, however, is Cherry Blossoms. Cherry Blossoms, as mentioned at the outset, tend to evoke associations of Japan and its culture. As a matter of fact, the Japanese have for centuries made it a practice to picnic or sojourn under blooming Cherry Blossoms. In their traditional poetry, Cherry Blossoms were expressed reverentially by the single character denoting all flowers '花' for more than a millennia and some centuries. Why? Well, I guess, since '花' is composed of '艹' a radical simply demarcating something as a plant and '化' symbolizing man becoming man from man, then the Japanese must therefore have had an original, intimate experience wherein the Cherry Blossoms, and particularly Cherry Blossoms in full bloom came to represent not just plants that become unconcealed from out of the concealement that exists and is protected within plants which they in turn again appear within, but also that opening into what is concealed in man that allows man to become unconcealed as such. Or were you asking why Japanese picnicked beneath Cherry Blossoms in full bloom? Or did I answer that question too?
Unconcealedness needs concealedness. What is concealed is therefore no less true than what is unconcealed. The long, hard Winter that is now forgotten, out of sight and mind, has allowed the Beauty of Unconcealment to shine forth in full bloom by concealing itself. Does the poetry of the Japanese mean as much when they employ '花' to represent Cherry Blossoms? Who can say? Some light may befall our blind struggles fore if we remember poetry has always been Song. Laudes is the Latin name for songs. Laudare is a eulogy or praise. Maybe the ancient Greek myths were just long poems that were singing, praising, eulogizing, remembering what has been and thus what could be again and Japanese Poems are myths along the Same vein. If so, and even if not, I like to think of Cherry Blossoms as our Myth of Life, a life that may oft be forgotten, but will always be remembered, if not knowingly.
P.S. The Japanese call and know 'word' as 言葉 or petal(s) of saying...
That said, many other countries as well, including South Korea and the United States, have unofficial periods wherein the blooming of these trees is announced, celebrated and enjoyed by its citizenry. These celebrations are more natural in that they are informal and lacking governmental or organizational auspices - which is to say that they do not take place within a conspicuous human enframing. It is nature itself that calls to man as it were, to come hither to catch a glimpse of perfection, which if the blossom itself is any indication only occurs in youth. Those so lucky to actually witness that moment, and it really is The Moment when the blossoms are in full bloom - and by full bloom I am not talking about the early, awkward stages of blooming when their skinny, pointed limbs are all too clearly visible and I am especially not talking about the later stage when the ugly, green leaves, the body hair if you will, poke through the perfect skin of blossoms that just form a complete, seemingly impenetrable orb of angelic whiteness around those awkward limbs - is to be bestowed with and at the same time burdened by Truth. And it is probably for this reason why many will simply pay it no mind and miss it altogether.
We lateborn, unfortunately, are no longer able to readily receive Truth let alone begin to comprehend it. Just try asking yourself what you believe Truth is or means. A few mental stuttering starts heading nowhere, probably followed by an anecdote of modern usage that goes something like the following: truth is something agreed upon, ideally based on fact, and that upon hearing or reading usually elicits a "Yeah, (I think) that is true" or something to that effect. Or maybe those of you who hail from institutions with latinate mottos (full disclosure: the motto of my alma mater, Korea University, is 'Libertas, Justitia, Veritas') will pay heed to the fact that Truth as spoken today in most romantic languages at least, derives from the Latin 'Veritas'. (The etymological origins of 'truth' as spoken in English, it should be noted, shares a closer affinity than we would like to admit with 'faith' and even 'loyalty', which is food enough for thought itself). That said, I don't know of anyone who actually knows let alone can indicate how exactly Veritas was thought of when it was still part of a living vernacular.
Veritas was not an original, thoughtful construct in Roman times, however, it was the translation of the Greek 'Aletheia' into Roman thought and as a result this thoughtful Greek Word has been brought into our modern language in an equally violent manner being called 'Truth'. To put it simply, the Greek word speaks of an "unconcealedness" or literally "the state of not being hidden". Moving fore, treading closer to the danger, and not for the mere purpose of highlighting etymological similarities, although such similarities cannot be said to not exist, I would like to briefly touch upon 眞理 or Zhenli or 진리. There are probably many ways to think through this word, or set of characters, and the argument could probably be made as to whether one should even try to think through the couplet or instead focus on one character at a time or even if such an attempt should be made at all!
Shall we not at least try to take a leap, perhaps even a leap of faith towards what may be true? A good place to start along a way to thinking, generally, is through the thoughts of an actual thinker. Regarding '眞', Zhuangzi (莊子) has already thought this character through as meaning 'Every-thing as it is' or '있는 그대로' in Korean. The second character, a compound of the radicals 玉 + 里, that when taken in isolation respectively indicate a precious gem and a village. Together, nowadays, when combined the resulting '理 ' is translated as either 'control' or 'logic', but these translations, especially the former, are ex post facto derivations. Derived from what? In both cases, the original gem and village denote the 'explicit implicitness' or the concealed nature of both objects. In the case of a precious gem, actually what is emphasized and always apparent first is the rough stone with the gem itself being unseen and only revealed later. A village is always only a village, and an area only comes to be called a village by virtue of the inhabitants that often exist in obscurity, or concealedness therein. So to be clear, the aspect of control that the above character has come to embody happened after, and only after the rough exerior of the gem or the nameless inhabitants of a village were forgotten in the sense that it became so simple to control the attaining of the gem itself or the groups of contained people.
The above attempt at beginning to think through '眞理', which now that it is safe to say is an approximation of Truth in both Chinese, Japanese and Korean, was given solely as food for thought. In this moment the matter at hand, however, is Cherry Blossoms. Cherry Blossoms, as mentioned at the outset, tend to evoke associations of Japan and its culture. As a matter of fact, the Japanese have for centuries made it a practice to picnic or sojourn under blooming Cherry Blossoms. In their traditional poetry, Cherry Blossoms were expressed reverentially by the single character denoting all flowers '花' for more than a millennia and some centuries. Why? Well, I guess, since '花' is composed of '艹' a radical simply demarcating something as a plant and '化' symbolizing man becoming man from man, then the Japanese must therefore have had an original, intimate experience wherein the Cherry Blossoms, and particularly Cherry Blossoms in full bloom came to represent not just plants that become unconcealed from out of the concealement that exists and is protected within plants which they in turn again appear within, but also that opening into what is concealed in man that allows man to become unconcealed as such. Or were you asking why Japanese picnicked beneath Cherry Blossoms in full bloom? Or did I answer that question too?
Unconcealedness needs concealedness. What is concealed is therefore no less true than what is unconcealed. The long, hard Winter that is now forgotten, out of sight and mind, has allowed the Beauty of Unconcealment to shine forth in full bloom by concealing itself. Does the poetry of the Japanese mean as much when they employ '花' to represent Cherry Blossoms? Who can say? Some light may befall our blind struggles fore if we remember poetry has always been Song. Laudes is the Latin name for songs. Laudare is a eulogy or praise. Maybe the ancient Greek myths were just long poems that were singing, praising, eulogizing, remembering what has been and thus what could be again and Japanese Poems are myths along the Same vein. If so, and even if not, I like to think of Cherry Blossoms as our Myth of Life, a life that may oft be forgotten, but will always be remembered, if not knowingly.
P.S. The Japanese call and know 'word' as 言葉 or petal(s) of saying...
2014년 3월 27일 목요일
Blinding Effluvium
Blind:
All this motherfucking pollution,
Effluvium:
All wants, desires; E Pluribus Unon.
All this motherfucking pollution,
Effluvium:
All wants, desires; E Pluribus Unon.
2014년 3월 25일 화요일
2014년 3월 23일 일요일
An Old Man and his Old Dog
As we came to a stop in front of Embassy Row, enjoying a shallow respite before crossing the Han, I glanced over to my left and saw them. They were about to walk over the crosswalk, but wavered as if they were waiting for something, or someone. Despondently, resigned to being alone for yet another day, they took off as only an Old Man and Old Dog can do. Slowly. The Old Man took the lead early and never relinquished it. Behind, gingerly the Old Dog struggled valiantly to keep up, pushing his creaky limbs harder than he had in years through the leg holes in his brand new red pleated, nylon jacket. Looking ahead, towards something, the Old Man's eyes sat staidly, sunk within sockets entombed by two coke bottle lenses. As we began to lurch forward, I craned my neck to watch the Old Man and Old Dog fade from view. They were continuing fore; slowly, shakily, but surely.
2014년 3월 20일 목요일
Lewis Mumford
In society man faces himself and realizes himself; and in a free society...each citizen has an oppurtunity to plumb all his potentialities: the specialized fragments are re-united in the whole man.
사회에서는 인간 자체가 타인이랑 생활하면서 자기 자신을 마주볼 수도 있고 자기 자신을 인식할 수도 있다. 개방사회 (free society)는 시민들에게 각자 본인의 가능성을 그들의 한계까지 시도할 수 있는 기회를 제공한다. 그러므로 개방사회에 이제까지 전문화된 혼재되어있는 개인 각자는 시간이 지남에따라 완전한 하나의 인간으로 재성장할 수 있는것이다.
사회에서는 인간 자체가 타인이랑 생활하면서 자기 자신을 마주볼 수도 있고 자기 자신을 인식할 수도 있다. 개방사회 (free society)는 시민들에게 각자 본인의 가능성을 그들의 한계까지 시도할 수 있는 기회를 제공한다. 그러므로 개방사회에 이제까지 전문화된 혼재되어있는 개인 각자는 시간이 지남에따라 완전한 하나의 인간으로 재성장할 수 있는것이다.
2014년 3월 18일 화요일
You Know You're Homeless When...
A faint ruffling ~phew phlew~ stirs your senses in the early morning only to become aware of a damp coldness rockhard against your left cheek. An intoxicatingly unpleasant odor then...you open your eyes. A pigeon, greasy from the city slime and less one leg, approaches your face.
2014년 3월 17일 월요일
Landmine in the Present
This is not Fallujah. Nor is this anywhere in the Middle East or any other high-conflict, war-torn area. This is the epicenter of our future world, today. Of course I am speaking of Northeast Asia. Granted, tensions among these neighboring countries are not as low as they should be; but then again no one has knives at one anothers throats. Aside from the unsavory mix of memories regarding past war-time atrocities that tend to receive the most lip-service today, there is also the sloppy bowl of spaghetti politics that currently exist wherein conflicting ideologies and future objectives are disjointedly tied up amongst themselves and set at a low boil. Then there is the whole North Korean issue, but that is more of a red herring - in my honest opinion - than anything else at this particular moment. That said, what if there existed an invisible landmine, buried by no-one following WWII and forgotten by everyone?
Yesterday was a beautiful day; on paper. Blue skies with a high of 18 degrees, Spring finally peaked out from behind the changing room curtain, much to her chagrin. You see, the atmosphere was saturated with poison smog laden with ultra-fine and fine dust. However, that was not enough to stop people from breaking out of their winter caves to enjoy the nominally great weather enmasse. Only a few or so individuals could be seen wearing any mask let alone the very specific mask that I was wearing that prevents one from inhaling the fine and ultrafine particulate matter. Maybe this is because no one watches the news. Or because the news seems to downplay the deadly seriousness of this ish. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that unless you live up on the 18th floor and can see the extent of the stagnant effluvium stretching out for kilometers and kilometers around, nothing really looks amiss from ground level other than the fact that things are a bit hazy when you look out into the distance.
Looking ahead...who does that anymore? Live in the moment, man. YOLO. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave. And other pea brained, dimwitted, cowboy-ish American sentiment parroted around the world seem to explain why this is so. But let's think forward a bit, shall we? As all the Kurzweilian Village Technolidiots are apt to do, let's suppose the course we are on is unalterable. Populations will continue to grow, albeit at lower rates due to the lowered birth rate in this part of the world. Still the base population will be massive with several densely populated megalopitan areas. Consumption growth will follow at either an equal, slower or faster rate depending on the trajectory of per capita GDP. The crude, polluting factories of today that share much of the blame in terms of creating and accelerating the production of domestic and regional pollution will no doubt be substituted in favor of hi-tech factories that spew forth less pollution quantitatively, but will instead add a richer diversity of heavy metals to the atmosphere.
One need look no further than Suwon City, home to massive Samsung Electronics semi-conductor plants to get an indication of our future. It's not so much the direct pollution from such factories that is such an issue, although to be sure it can be at times,¹ but the sum total of related externalities from the conglomeration of staff and workers required to run such operations and their own externalities such as energy consumption and transportation emissions, that when scaled up to meet the future trajectory of Chinese growth and global demand should give everyone reason for pause. To be sure the endemic energy shortages that South Korea experiences every summer and 30~40% of the toxic smog plaguing Seoul as of late have their origins in the insane cooling demands of the factories and citizenry as well as the clogged arteries of Seouls transport system and it's own factories dotting the eastern coastline respectively.
Like yesterday and the pardox of the deadly nice weather, the impact of the shitty smog isn't always readily apparent. It begins with the unseen inocuous self-limiting of behavior by a minority who are keen to the potential ramifications of staying outside too long and/or not wearing a mask. Slowly but surely awareness will grow and spread. People, most likely infants and young children, will develop respiratory or skin related diseases at higher rates than average or worse, be born with certain defects similar to those born to mothers who smoke through pregnency. Unfortunately many will need to be personally affected before they feel the need to take action. Maybe it will happen on one of those early, unseasonably hot stretches of spring or early summer. A week straight of dangerous levels of yellow sand tainted fine dust smog lingering past its usual early spring schedule will imprison the citizenry, bringing their collective anger to a boil. Then on the fifth or sixth day something will just snap and a hitherto unimaginable violence will be unleashed upon the Chinese embassy. In self-defense numerous Koreans will be shot dead and the anger will both intensify and be redirected inwards at the South Korean government due to their impotence in dealing with the problem for so long...
Possibly, but who is to say how things will unfold? That, however, is the nature of old forgotten landmines. No one knows that they lay here or there until it is too late. This, to be clear, is not owing to mans inability to predict the future nor is the essential unknown that is wrapped around the future and its impregnability to speculation to be blamed. No one wants to know because no one wants to admit to the possibilty that such a deadly future feature is already embedded in their collective present. Fuck the cowboys and their myopic concept of an unpredictable future that they in turn interpret to mean that they have full license to make a shit show out of the present. It's not about the future, it's about the right now and the landmine we are all blindly burying.
¹ http://m.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=20130215000728
Yesterday was a beautiful day; on paper. Blue skies with a high of 18 degrees, Spring finally peaked out from behind the changing room curtain, much to her chagrin. You see, the atmosphere was saturated with poison smog laden with ultra-fine and fine dust. However, that was not enough to stop people from breaking out of their winter caves to enjoy the nominally great weather enmasse. Only a few or so individuals could be seen wearing any mask let alone the very specific mask that I was wearing that prevents one from inhaling the fine and ultrafine particulate matter. Maybe this is because no one watches the news. Or because the news seems to downplay the deadly seriousness of this ish. Or maybe it has more to do with the fact that unless you live up on the 18th floor and can see the extent of the stagnant effluvium stretching out for kilometers and kilometers around, nothing really looks amiss from ground level other than the fact that things are a bit hazy when you look out into the distance.
Looking ahead...who does that anymore? Live in the moment, man. YOLO. The future doesn't belong to the fainthearted; it belongs to the brave. And other pea brained, dimwitted, cowboy-ish American sentiment parroted around the world seem to explain why this is so. But let's think forward a bit, shall we? As all the Kurzweilian Village Technolidiots are apt to do, let's suppose the course we are on is unalterable. Populations will continue to grow, albeit at lower rates due to the lowered birth rate in this part of the world. Still the base population will be massive with several densely populated megalopitan areas. Consumption growth will follow at either an equal, slower or faster rate depending on the trajectory of per capita GDP. The crude, polluting factories of today that share much of the blame in terms of creating and accelerating the production of domestic and regional pollution will no doubt be substituted in favor of hi-tech factories that spew forth less pollution quantitatively, but will instead add a richer diversity of heavy metals to the atmosphere.
One need look no further than Suwon City, home to massive Samsung Electronics semi-conductor plants to get an indication of our future. It's not so much the direct pollution from such factories that is such an issue, although to be sure it can be at times,¹ but the sum total of related externalities from the conglomeration of staff and workers required to run such operations and their own externalities such as energy consumption and transportation emissions, that when scaled up to meet the future trajectory of Chinese growth and global demand should give everyone reason for pause. To be sure the endemic energy shortages that South Korea experiences every summer and 30~40% of the toxic smog plaguing Seoul as of late have their origins in the insane cooling demands of the factories and citizenry as well as the clogged arteries of Seouls transport system and it's own factories dotting the eastern coastline respectively.
Like yesterday and the pardox of the deadly nice weather, the impact of the shitty smog isn't always readily apparent. It begins with the unseen inocuous self-limiting of behavior by a minority who are keen to the potential ramifications of staying outside too long and/or not wearing a mask. Slowly but surely awareness will grow and spread. People, most likely infants and young children, will develop respiratory or skin related diseases at higher rates than average or worse, be born with certain defects similar to those born to mothers who smoke through pregnency. Unfortunately many will need to be personally affected before they feel the need to take action. Maybe it will happen on one of those early, unseasonably hot stretches of spring or early summer. A week straight of dangerous levels of yellow sand tainted fine dust smog lingering past its usual early spring schedule will imprison the citizenry, bringing their collective anger to a boil. Then on the fifth or sixth day something will just snap and a hitherto unimaginable violence will be unleashed upon the Chinese embassy. In self-defense numerous Koreans will be shot dead and the anger will both intensify and be redirected inwards at the South Korean government due to their impotence in dealing with the problem for so long...
Possibly, but who is to say how things will unfold? That, however, is the nature of old forgotten landmines. No one knows that they lay here or there until it is too late. This, to be clear, is not owing to mans inability to predict the future nor is the essential unknown that is wrapped around the future and its impregnability to speculation to be blamed. No one wants to know because no one wants to admit to the possibilty that such a deadly future feature is already embedded in their collective present. Fuck the cowboys and their myopic concept of an unpredictable future that they in turn interpret to mean that they have full license to make a shit show out of the present. It's not about the future, it's about the right now and the landmine we are all blindly burying.
¹ http://m.koreaherald.com/view.php?ud=20130215000728
2014년 3월 14일 금요일
Hearing Simplicity, Simply Saying
Can anyone hear their own voice as others hear it? Along a similar vein, how many people hear their own voice when they write? Of that written voice - that literary voice - how many people actually hear that? Questions abound today for me, it seems.
People listen to people. People don't pay attention to phonies, fakes and fraudsters; intentionally that is. To rephrase: People listen to people who are human. Being human means not to be phony, fake or feigning ones real intentions. Kendrick Lamar says it best: I'm not the next pop-star, I'm not the next socially aware rapper. I am (a Human fucking being over dope-ass instrumentation) Kendrick Lamar.¹
People who are listened to must have something to say. How they say that something is important. Important means to be heavy, to be weighty. Not like a rock that you can feel weigh down your pocket; more like a boulder that is leaning against you and you against it. What is important for me may not be for you, not because it isn't important for you too, but rather you just can't or don't feel it the same.
How can I make others feel what I say? Most importantly, how can I make the masses feel what I say and maybe even eager to feel what I say? Many may say Ethos, Pathos and Logos, the three pillars of Aristotelian Rhetoric, are key, but such explanations are half-measures. Instead let's listen to someone who embodies the aforementioned rhetorical appeals: I know some rappers are using big words to make their similes curve but my simplest shit be more pivotal. I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals...²
There is an indescribable weightiness inherent within simplicity. Simplicity begs to be heard. One must strain to hear what is simply said. In this sense simplicity speaks. In it's own way, simplicity is the hardest complexity; the weightiest of all. So then is complexity or difficulty or speciality less important than simplicity?
What is commonly held to be complex or difficult or specialized is not complex or difficult or special, essentially. They are simply confusing or misleading. Confusion is in it's own way simple because there is always a reason at root for such a confusion to arise. But, it is not direct. It is not simple. Therefore, a distance exists that must be traversed in order to get to the root simplicity. Sometimes the root to simplicity is easy or hard and sometimes it is known or remains unknown. There remains always a relation.
Most if not everybody wants to be heard. Only a minuscule minority are ever truly heard, and of that group an even smaller percentage penetrate the hearts and minds of the many. It is that later group I too am struck by and feel compelled towards. I can't help but feel that what and how they speak is anything other than simple.
So why can't I simply speak simplicity?
¹ Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Ab-Souls Outro feat. Ab-Soul"
² Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Poe Mans Dreams ft. GLC"
People listen to people. People don't pay attention to phonies, fakes and fraudsters; intentionally that is. To rephrase: People listen to people who are human. Being human means not to be phony, fake or feigning ones real intentions. Kendrick Lamar says it best: I'm not the next pop-star, I'm not the next socially aware rapper. I am (a Human fucking being over dope-ass instrumentation) Kendrick Lamar.¹
People who are listened to must have something to say. How they say that something is important. Important means to be heavy, to be weighty. Not like a rock that you can feel weigh down your pocket; more like a boulder that is leaning against you and you against it. What is important for me may not be for you, not because it isn't important for you too, but rather you just can't or don't feel it the same.
How can I make others feel what I say? Most importantly, how can I make the masses feel what I say and maybe even eager to feel what I say? Many may say Ethos, Pathos and Logos, the three pillars of Aristotelian Rhetoric, are key, but such explanations are half-measures. Instead let's listen to someone who embodies the aforementioned rhetorical appeals: I know some rappers are using big words to make their similes curve but my simplest shit be more pivotal. I penetrate the hearts of good kids and criminals...²
There is an indescribable weightiness inherent within simplicity. Simplicity begs to be heard. One must strain to hear what is simply said. In this sense simplicity speaks. In it's own way, simplicity is the hardest complexity; the weightiest of all. So then is complexity or difficulty or speciality less important than simplicity?
What is commonly held to be complex or difficult or specialized is not complex or difficult or special, essentially. They are simply confusing or misleading. Confusion is in it's own way simple because there is always a reason at root for such a confusion to arise. But, it is not direct. It is not simple. Therefore, a distance exists that must be traversed in order to get to the root simplicity. Sometimes the root to simplicity is easy or hard and sometimes it is known or remains unknown. There remains always a relation.
Most if not everybody wants to be heard. Only a minuscule minority are ever truly heard, and of that group an even smaller percentage penetrate the hearts and minds of the many. It is that later group I too am struck by and feel compelled towards. I can't help but feel that what and how they speak is anything other than simple.
So why can't I simply speak simplicity?
¹ Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Ab-Souls Outro feat. Ab-Soul"
² Lamar, Kendrick. Section.80 "Poe Mans Dreams ft. GLC"
2014년 3월 13일 목요일
Blink
Standing on the precipice, with the horizon at it's widest looking out wondering what will unfold upon it, he stares starry eyed. I push him off.
After years sojourning in the academe constructing scaffolding to support her left-leaning intellectual conception of new Marxish thought, she climbs atop. I topple the structure.
Returning to the shanty town after dumping last nights vile concoction of food scraps and feces in the dried out river basin she pauses, and sighs. I burn the village down.
Having erected the tallest phallus, its tip penetrating the clouds, the contractor rides the elevator to the top, and smiles. I initiate its implosion.
Sitting here typing this while nothing happens around me, I continue typing, while being swallowed by the nothing. And then I blink.
After years sojourning in the academe constructing scaffolding to support her left-leaning intellectual conception of new Marxish thought, she climbs atop. I topple the structure.
Returning to the shanty town after dumping last nights vile concoction of food scraps and feces in the dried out river basin she pauses, and sighs. I burn the village down.
Having erected the tallest phallus, its tip penetrating the clouds, the contractor rides the elevator to the top, and smiles. I initiate its implosion.
Sitting here typing this while nothing happens around me, I continue typing, while being swallowed by the nothing. And then I blink.
2014년 3월 12일 수요일
Piercing Thought
I can only hope that one day, one thought may, if given one opportunity, pierce the conciousness of our collective society.
2014년 3월 10일 월요일
2014년 3월 4일 화요일
크림반도, 꿈 같은 나의 크림반도
어렸을 때 나에게는 꿈이 있었다. 매일 밤 고된 하루로 무거워진 눈꺼플이 내려앉자마자 난 그 꿈속으로 떠나게 되었다. 거기가 어디이였냐면 바로 크림반도.
말 그대로 달콤한 크림으로 만들어진 곳. 머리 위에 솟아치는 높은 하늘부터 발 밑 부드러운 풀까지 다 크림으로 조성된 곳이었다.
말 그대로 달콤한 크림으로 만들어진 곳. 머리 위에 솟아치는 높은 하늘부터 발 밑 부드러운 풀까지 다 크림으로 조성된 곳이었다.
내가 비록 어렸을지라도 일찍부터 꿈과 현실의 차이가 뭔지 알았기에 꿈은 꿈대로 남긴채 유년시절을 보낸 난 이제 성인어른이 되었다.몇일전 뉴스를 보던 중 특집뉴스를 듣자마자 감짝 놀랐다. 내 꿈이 현실이 되었기 때문이다.
놀랐던건 나뿐만 아니 다른 사람에게도 똑같은 꿈이 있었다는것이다. 더구나 나보다 더 빨리 그 땅을 찾아낸 사람이 있다는 사실을 그 방송을 통해 알았다는것이다.
그분은 바로 세상에서 운이 제일 좋은 푸틴 왕이다! 그리고 그 분이 바로 내가 거의 30년동안 원했던 크림반도를 자기 혼자만 독점하고 싶어서 지난주에 점령했다는 소식이다.
놀랐던건 나뿐만 아니 다른 사람에게도 똑같은 꿈이 있었다는것이다. 더구나 나보다 더 빨리 그 땅을 찾아낸 사람이 있다는 사실을 그 방송을 통해 알았다는것이다.
그분은 바로 세상에서 운이 제일 좋은 푸틴 왕이다! 그리고 그 분이 바로 내가 거의 30년동안 원했던 크림반도를 자기 혼자만 독점하고 싶어서 지난주에 점령했다는 소식이다.
이기적이라기보다 누구나 다 그렇게 할 것이라고 본다. 남녀노소 모두 크림을 좋아해서 그렇다.
업데이트: 종종 헷갈리는 분들이 이 블러그에 잘못된 댓글을 올리는 경우가 있다. 내가 말하는 곳은 크림반도이다. 우크라인에 위치한 크름 (우크라이나어: Крим, 영어: Crimea) 반도가 아니다. 왜 그런지 모르겠지만 크름반도와 크림반도가 같은곳이라는 혼란이있다. 동일한 곳이 아니다라는 사실에 대해 주의하시길 바란다.
2014년 3월 3일 월요일
A True Thinking
Is the mark of a true thinking not that it was said by someone, but rather that it was spoken through somebody?
2014년 3월 1일 토요일
Kanye Heidegger
"Everything in the world is exactly the Same."
"The ἐνέργεια which Aristoltle thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, of ἐόν, the ἰδέα which Plato thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, the Λόγος which Heraclitus thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, the Μοῖρα which Parmenides thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, the Χρεών which Anaximander thinks is essential in presencing - all these name the Same. In the concealed richness of the Same the unity of the unifying One, the Ἒν, is thought by each thinker in his own way."
These quotes are from two thinkers from different continents seperated by two generations, both world wars, the Atlantic Ocean and common conception. I don't know why, but no one has yet thought through the Same vein of thought these two titans of truth thrived in and thrive in, respectively.
The first quote was originally laid down in speech; as all teachers have done throughout the ages. As a saying then, the onus is upon us as listeners to hear what is said. But, do we hear properly? Do we even know what proper hearing is? Heidegger said proper hearing is paying thoughtful attention to simple things catching what is essential.
Unlike the time of Heraclitus - which is to say past times - the present remains for a time in popular memory until it is forgotten. Therefore the context of the first quote, having appeared a few days prior on Late Night with Seth Meyers, is still fresh. The quote is a response by the polymath musician/designer/citizen-of-the-world Kanye West to a question that went as follows: "What's the difference between how you approach fashion and how you approach music?" The response was given with unexpected stern seriousness and focus. It didn't seem to answer the question and was casually laughed off. Thus it's initial classification as a response must be revoked according to mass consensus (democratic opinion?) and so it becomes an orphan clause: a fragment.
For many ancient thinkers too what is left of their sayings more often than not take the form of fragments.* As fragments they necessitate closer listening to what they say. Upon closer listening to what Heraclitus says in his famous fragment concerning Λόγος Heidegger hears this: ὁμολογεῐν σοφόν ἐστιν Ἓν Πάντα, "the fateful comes to pass insofar as One All." What is to be thought here is Ἓν Πάντα': One: All, All: One. Likewise we must consider what Kanye himself says in his fragment. "Everything is the Same." Is this not even more proper for what is thought here, and it's nature as a fragment?
There is something dangerously simple about this saying. Dangerous in the sense that it may lead others to believe the speaker is seeking to re-present a universal formula and/or make him seem crazy; which he is not. Rather, this Heraclitean saying conceals this thinker's first steps which initiated all of the following steps in the fateful course of his thinking.
"Everything is the Same" lets things stand together which usually are not thought of belonging together - which is to say things that are separated from one another - such as the sun and moon, light and dark, sobriety and intoxication, evil and the good, Heidegger and Kanye. But how can such opposites, separated by that seemingly insurmountable distance between presence and absence, come to stand together? The answer: through the Sameness that pervades or runs through All.
As everyone today seems all too ready to admit - whether prompted or not - Kanye is no teacher, let us accept this. Instead let us see him then as a thinker. As such he only gives us to think. That is his gift to us. As the Giver, he has no need for whatever bounds we try to keep him within, for he has transcended them already. We, on the other hand, are not only behind him, but we still have no idea how to be thankful to him and by association to all thinkers past, present and soon to be.
Reference:
ἐνέργεια - energia
ἐόν - eόn
ἰδέα - idea
Λόγος - Lόgos
Μοῖρα - Moera
Χρεών - Chreôn
Ἒν - En
* This does not mean to imply that their remaining as fragments is due to the fact that the context surrounding them was completely superfluous as well, not by a long shot.
"The ἐνέργεια which Aristoltle thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, of ἐόν, the ἰδέα which Plato thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, the Λόγος which Heraclitus thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, the Μοῖρα which Parmenides thinks as the fundamental character of presencing, the Χρεών which Anaximander thinks is essential in presencing - all these name the Same. In the concealed richness of the Same the unity of the unifying One, the Ἒν, is thought by each thinker in his own way."
These quotes are from two thinkers from different continents seperated by two generations, both world wars, the Atlantic Ocean and common conception. I don't know why, but no one has yet thought through the Same vein of thought these two titans of truth thrived in and thrive in, respectively.
The first quote was originally laid down in speech; as all teachers have done throughout the ages. As a saying then, the onus is upon us as listeners to hear what is said. But, do we hear properly? Do we even know what proper hearing is? Heidegger said proper hearing is paying thoughtful attention to simple things catching what is essential.
Unlike the time of Heraclitus - which is to say past times - the present remains for a time in popular memory until it is forgotten. Therefore the context of the first quote, having appeared a few days prior on Late Night with Seth Meyers, is still fresh. The quote is a response by the polymath musician/designer/citizen-of-the-world Kanye West to a question that went as follows: "What's the difference between how you approach fashion and how you approach music?" The response was given with unexpected stern seriousness and focus. It didn't seem to answer the question and was casually laughed off. Thus it's initial classification as a response must be revoked according to mass consensus (democratic opinion?) and so it becomes an orphan clause: a fragment.
For many ancient thinkers too what is left of their sayings more often than not take the form of fragments.* As fragments they necessitate closer listening to what they say. Upon closer listening to what Heraclitus says in his famous fragment concerning Λόγος Heidegger hears this: ὁμολογεῐν σοφόν ἐστιν Ἓν Πάντα, "the fateful comes to pass insofar as One All." What is to be thought here is Ἓν Πάντα': One: All, All: One. Likewise we must consider what Kanye himself says in his fragment. "Everything is the Same." Is this not even more proper for what is thought here, and it's nature as a fragment?
There is something dangerously simple about this saying. Dangerous in the sense that it may lead others to believe the speaker is seeking to re-present a universal formula and/or make him seem crazy; which he is not. Rather, this Heraclitean saying conceals this thinker's first steps which initiated all of the following steps in the fateful course of his thinking.
"Everything is the Same" lets things stand together which usually are not thought of belonging together - which is to say things that are separated from one another - such as the sun and moon, light and dark, sobriety and intoxication, evil and the good, Heidegger and Kanye. But how can such opposites, separated by that seemingly insurmountable distance between presence and absence, come to stand together? The answer: through the Sameness that pervades or runs through All.
As everyone today seems all too ready to admit - whether prompted or not - Kanye is no teacher, let us accept this. Instead let us see him then as a thinker. As such he only gives us to think. That is his gift to us. As the Giver, he has no need for whatever bounds we try to keep him within, for he has transcended them already. We, on the other hand, are not only behind him, but we still have no idea how to be thankful to him and by association to all thinkers past, present and soon to be.
Reference:
ἐνέργεια - energia
ἐόν - eόn
ἰδέα - idea
Λόγος - Lόgos
Μοῖρα - Moera
Χρεών - Chreôn
Ἒν - En
* This does not mean to imply that their remaining as fragments is due to the fact that the context surrounding them was completely superfluous as well, not by a long shot.
2014년 2월 24일 월요일
Time, Money and Buses in Seoul
Hypothetical:
You leave work around or slightly before peak rush-hour. The narrow subway cars that remind you of cattle chutes because of how cramped they are plus the ambiguity of where they may lead makes the Metro a non-choice. That leaves you with the buses. Five buses provide direct service to your destination: 140, 408, 470, 471 and the 1005-1 with two types to choose from: regular (blue) or express (red; 1005-1). There are usually (99% of the time) no seats available at this time on the blue buses, but the express bus always has a seat open. Also, the express buses have a base fare of 1,850 KRW with the blue buses running a far cheaper 1,050 KRW. There is a digital billboard that provides the time until arrival for all buses. Yesterday you decided to take bus 140 because all other blue buses were 10+ minutes out, and the express bus was 9 minutes out. While you were 4 minutes out from reaching your destination, still standing in a tightly packed 140, with no stops before you disembarked, you saw the 1005-1 pass by full of open seats.
Standing at the bus stop tomorrow at around the same time you see that a blue bus again will arrive around 10 minutes earlier than the 1005-1 express bus. Which bus will you end up taking, the blue bus or the express bus? Why?
There are a number of factors here, and organizing them briefly will help us find a way to an answer. The facts are as follows: 1) you took the blue bus yesterday, 2) the blue bus is 800 KRW cheaper than the express bus, 3) the blue bus will most likely not have an open seat while the express bus will, 4) despite the 9~10 minute head start, the two buses will arrive at your destination at essentially the same time. While it was not said whether this was the first time for you to take a bus from this spot, however, given the intimate knowledge you have regarding the bus routes available from that particular departing point, it is safe to assume the choice described above was a repeated behavior. In memory formation, there is a concept known as re-consolidation. When confronted with a reminder of the past (in this instance a memory of a particular circumstance or situation), the original memory becomes "unstable" for a brief time. If nothing is done (differently) that memory will stabilize for a second time and will in turn become ingrained. Therefore, when posed with the same situation again, based on the previous memory of what action you took, it can be surmised that your behavior is also likewise "ingrained" and thus you will take the blue bus again.
Ok, that is obvious, but what is interesting to me is this: what were the original factors that influenced your decision to take the blue bus the very first time you were posed with this situation? Time is obviously the dominant factor, that is the belief that the blue bus, being 10 minutes ahead of the express bus, would negate the fewer stops and thus more direct and quicker route of the express bus. The other factor - latent I suspect - is the comparative cheapness of the blue bus. It gets interesting when the second confrontation of this situation occurs. Because then, the factor of time saving due to the earlier arrival of the blue bus becomes illusory - non-existent thus a non-factor - which then leaves cost savings as the de facto dominant factor that influences the final decision at precisely the time when the original memory wavers and is most malleable. So then, we are left with cost savings - and minimal savings at that - being perceived by you as a greater benefit than both guaranteed comfort and the knowledge that either choice will result in arriving at essentially the same time. Or, is Time still the dominant factor since you repeat the same choice, thus ingraining the original memory in its entirety (including original influencing factors) regardless of ex post facto knowledge of the original circumstances sorrounding the memory?
Interesting, huh? Ok, now that this intellectual masturbatory excercise has concluded, I'd say it's time to get back to work.
You leave work around or slightly before peak rush-hour. The narrow subway cars that remind you of cattle chutes because of how cramped they are plus the ambiguity of where they may lead makes the Metro a non-choice. That leaves you with the buses. Five buses provide direct service to your destination: 140, 408, 470, 471 and the 1005-1 with two types to choose from: regular (blue) or express (red; 1005-1). There are usually (99% of the time) no seats available at this time on the blue buses, but the express bus always has a seat open. Also, the express buses have a base fare of 1,850 KRW with the blue buses running a far cheaper 1,050 KRW. There is a digital billboard that provides the time until arrival for all buses. Yesterday you decided to take bus 140 because all other blue buses were 10+ minutes out, and the express bus was 9 minutes out. While you were 4 minutes out from reaching your destination, still standing in a tightly packed 140, with no stops before you disembarked, you saw the 1005-1 pass by full of open seats.
Standing at the bus stop tomorrow at around the same time you see that a blue bus again will arrive around 10 minutes earlier than the 1005-1 express bus. Which bus will you end up taking, the blue bus or the express bus? Why?
There are a number of factors here, and organizing them briefly will help us find a way to an answer. The facts are as follows: 1) you took the blue bus yesterday, 2) the blue bus is 800 KRW cheaper than the express bus, 3) the blue bus will most likely not have an open seat while the express bus will, 4) despite the 9~10 minute head start, the two buses will arrive at your destination at essentially the same time. While it was not said whether this was the first time for you to take a bus from this spot, however, given the intimate knowledge you have regarding the bus routes available from that particular departing point, it is safe to assume the choice described above was a repeated behavior. In memory formation, there is a concept known as re-consolidation. When confronted with a reminder of the past (in this instance a memory of a particular circumstance or situation), the original memory becomes "unstable" for a brief time. If nothing is done (differently) that memory will stabilize for a second time and will in turn become ingrained. Therefore, when posed with the same situation again, based on the previous memory of what action you took, it can be surmised that your behavior is also likewise "ingrained" and thus you will take the blue bus again.
Ok, that is obvious, but what is interesting to me is this: what were the original factors that influenced your decision to take the blue bus the very first time you were posed with this situation? Time is obviously the dominant factor, that is the belief that the blue bus, being 10 minutes ahead of the express bus, would negate the fewer stops and thus more direct and quicker route of the express bus. The other factor - latent I suspect - is the comparative cheapness of the blue bus. It gets interesting when the second confrontation of this situation occurs. Because then, the factor of time saving due to the earlier arrival of the blue bus becomes illusory - non-existent thus a non-factor - which then leaves cost savings as the de facto dominant factor that influences the final decision at precisely the time when the original memory wavers and is most malleable. So then, we are left with cost savings - and minimal savings at that - being perceived by you as a greater benefit than both guaranteed comfort and the knowledge that either choice will result in arriving at essentially the same time. Or, is Time still the dominant factor since you repeat the same choice, thus ingraining the original memory in its entirety (including original influencing factors) regardless of ex post facto knowledge of the original circumstances sorrounding the memory?
Interesting, huh? Ok, now that this intellectual masturbatory excercise has concluded, I'd say it's time to get back to work.
2014년 2월 23일 일요일
Pyeongchang 2018 Covered in Toxic Sino Ejaculate?
So today in a Bloomberg Opinion piece Adam Minter raised his criticism against China for pursuing its bid for the 2022 Olympic Winter Games to be held in Zhangjiakou city.¹ For those of you who don't know, that city happens to be located in Hebei Province, the most polluted province in all of China.
Ok. That is bad, but what about the 2018 Pyeongchang Winter Olympics that will be held in Gangwon Province, South Korea? Seoul and Gangwon Province to be sure are right smack dab in the middle latitudes of Hebei and are separated only by the West Sea. So for example on a day like February 24th 2014, when winds from the northwest - and more importantly all the shitty ultra-fine and fine dust floating in the atmosphere around mainland China's polluted eastern coast (e.g. Hebei Province) - ride the high pressure system over the West Sea and mix with all the pollution already conveniently on top of the Korean Peninsula, the result is toxic air for Korea. To be precise the recorded high so far today (13:00) from Gangwon Province and Seoul in terms of fine dust is 203㎍/㎥ and 218㎍/㎥ with averages at around 111㎍/㎥ and 146㎍/㎥ respectively.² The recorded highs are both "very bad" according to the scale of fine dust levels that ranges from 0~201+㎍/㎥ with both averages falling in the "kinda bad" category of 81~120㎍/㎥.
As I indicated above, the host province of the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics sits uncomfortably in the line of fire of these periodic Sino-ejaculations of toxic smog that seem to flare up in the Winter months for reasons I have mentioned in a previous post.³ While the argument will surely be made that the air levels are better in the mountain areas where the competitions will take place, even if levels are in the "normal" range of 31~80㎍/㎥, I can tell you from first hand experience from running outdoors during "normal" 76㎍/㎥ - on the side of a mother fucking mountain mind you - for a duration of no longer than 18 minutes at a speed of approximately 13km per hour, blows hard. From the yellow/greenish snotty discharge in the hours immediately following the run to the wheezing that lingers into the next day (full disclosure: I have had asthma since I was a child, but had not experienced symptoms as an adult, until now) it is no for those of us who are sensitive to toxic smog.
In conclusion I just want to take my hat off to Mr. Minter for raising awareness on the issue of China's toxic smog. At the same time, more attention should be paid to those nations that are affected by it as well, like by those same nations themselves! It kills me how Viktor Ahn (a.k.a. 안현수 선수) can become a top national agenda pursued by the President herself,⁴ but toxic smog receives mere lip-service from apathetic talking heads during the news discussed like some necessary evil that we should learn to live with (or more likely die from).
¹ http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2014-02-23/goodbye-sochi-slush-hello-china-smog-.html
² http://search.naver.com/search.naver?where=nexearch&query=%EB%AF%B8%EC%84%B8%EB%A8%BC%EC%A7%80%EB%86%8D%EB%8F%84%ED%99%95%EC%9D%B8&sm=top_hty&fbm=1&acr=2&acq=%EB%AF%B8%EC%84%B8&qdt=0&ie=utf8
³ http://kayageetheworld.blogspot.kr/2014/01/air-pussy_4.html
⁴ http://news.sbs.co.kr/section_news/news_read.jsp?news_id=N1002238284
Ok. That is bad, but what about the 2018 Pyeongchang Winter Olympics that will be held in Gangwon Province, South Korea? Seoul and Gangwon Province to be sure are right smack dab in the middle latitudes of Hebei and are separated only by the West Sea. So for example on a day like February 24th 2014, when winds from the northwest - and more importantly all the shitty ultra-fine and fine dust floating in the atmosphere around mainland China's polluted eastern coast (e.g. Hebei Province) - ride the high pressure system over the West Sea and mix with all the pollution already conveniently on top of the Korean Peninsula, the result is toxic air for Korea. To be precise the recorded high so far today (13:00) from Gangwon Province and Seoul in terms of fine dust is 203㎍/㎥ and 218㎍/㎥ with averages at around 111㎍/㎥ and 146㎍/㎥ respectively.² The recorded highs are both "very bad" according to the scale of fine dust levels that ranges from 0~201+㎍/㎥ with both averages falling in the "kinda bad" category of 81~120㎍/㎥.
As I indicated above, the host province of the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics sits uncomfortably in the line of fire of these periodic Sino-ejaculations of toxic smog that seem to flare up in the Winter months for reasons I have mentioned in a previous post.³ While the argument will surely be made that the air levels are better in the mountain areas where the competitions will take place, even if levels are in the "normal" range of 31~80㎍/㎥, I can tell you from first hand experience from running outdoors during "normal" 76㎍/㎥ - on the side of a mother fucking mountain mind you - for a duration of no longer than 18 minutes at a speed of approximately 13km per hour, blows hard. From the yellow/greenish snotty discharge in the hours immediately following the run to the wheezing that lingers into the next day (full disclosure: I have had asthma since I was a child, but had not experienced symptoms as an adult, until now) it is no for those of us who are sensitive to toxic smog.
In conclusion I just want to take my hat off to Mr. Minter for raising awareness on the issue of China's toxic smog. At the same time, more attention should be paid to those nations that are affected by it as well, like by those same nations themselves! It kills me how Viktor Ahn (a.k.a. 안현수 선수) can become a top national agenda pursued by the President herself,⁴ but toxic smog receives mere lip-service from apathetic talking heads during the news discussed like some necessary evil that we should learn to live with (or more likely die from).
¹ http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2014-02-23/goodbye-sochi-slush-hello-china-smog-.html
² http://search.naver.com/search.naver?where=nexearch&query=%EB%AF%B8%EC%84%B8%EB%A8%BC%EC%A7%80%EB%86%8D%EB%8F%84%ED%99%95%EC%9D%B8&sm=top_hty&fbm=1&acr=2&acq=%EB%AF%B8%EC%84%B8&qdt=0&ie=utf8
³ http://kayageetheworld.blogspot.kr/2014/01/air-pussy_4.html
⁴ http://news.sbs.co.kr/section_news/news_read.jsp?news_id=N1002238284
Supermen of Sadness
I guess we're all supermen and superwomen, now. So what's your super power?
Are you one of them whizzes who develops those confounded algorithamajigs that saves millionths of a cent a million times because you were able to initiate a trade or buy or whatever of millions of whatever a thousandth of a second quicker than a million other people?
If so, well then that's cool, it's just - how should I put it - after you die, computers, or robots with computer hearts, will probably do what you do, right? So you are the last superman of your kind. You will have just been a man; that is when people look back upon you from the future. Assuming that you will be remembered at all.
As for me? I am the Superman of Sadness. You heard me right, I see sadness everywhere.
In the 76 year old grandmother's eyes sitting behind the grill peddling spicy rice cakes along the side of the street. Or in the forced laugh of that highschool senior as he tells me he doesn't have an opinion on this or that or even that and that other thing. I even see it in the unfortunately located restaurant tucked slightly too far around that corner alley which specializes in so-so Italian cuisine, whose 55 year old owner is sitting in the window looking defeatedly out from the patronless space he sunk every last cent he painstakingly saved over the last 27 years of his life in the dream grinder that is a top-tier Chaebol.
I see sadness and feel sadness everywhere, always and forever. Forever.
But, when I am dead and gone, another Superman of Sadness will walk this earth!
Are you one of them whizzes who develops those confounded algorithamajigs that saves millionths of a cent a million times because you were able to initiate a trade or buy or whatever of millions of whatever a thousandth of a second quicker than a million other people?
If so, well then that's cool, it's just - how should I put it - after you die, computers, or robots with computer hearts, will probably do what you do, right? So you are the last superman of your kind. You will have just been a man; that is when people look back upon you from the future. Assuming that you will be remembered at all.
As for me? I am the Superman of Sadness. You heard me right, I see sadness everywhere.
In the 76 year old grandmother's eyes sitting behind the grill peddling spicy rice cakes along the side of the street. Or in the forced laugh of that highschool senior as he tells me he doesn't have an opinion on this or that or even that and that other thing. I even see it in the unfortunately located restaurant tucked slightly too far around that corner alley which specializes in so-so Italian cuisine, whose 55 year old owner is sitting in the window looking defeatedly out from the patronless space he sunk every last cent he painstakingly saved over the last 27 years of his life in the dream grinder that is a top-tier Chaebol.
I see sadness and feel sadness everywhere, always and forever. Forever.
But, when I am dead and gone, another Superman of Sadness will walk this earth!
2014년 2월 20일 목요일
Prelude to Spring in Seoul
April 20, 2013
So I just saw this. No, peeped would be a more apt past participle verb to employ in this instance. From my prime seating on the blue 408 bus - usually taken as a back-up plan to the express 1005-1 since it comes in fucking 20 plus minute intervals (thereby negating any express benefits unless the hand of fate decides to intervene on those rarest of rare occasions) - I spot them. Although a good 70~85 meters away, my blue-greens focus squarely upon the towering twin peaks.
For those readers who may not know, in Seoul, while not exceedingly rare - as say weed - exsquisite breasts demand attention of the highest order. How can I say this? Dear reader, these breasts were not locked down. By that I want to say that the fortunate transporter of said breasts did not constrict them in order to "blend in" with the local habitat. Unlike so many amply endowed transportors (and they are, like a valet of a stretch limo, merely carrying those marvelous expressions of perfection around from 'a' to 'b' for all to see; but I digress) who treat their otherworldly sisters not unlike how former generations of Chinese did in regards to women's feet - fucking disfiguring the shit out of them - this wise woman announced them to the world in their full glory.
A well worn, washed-out purple, high thread count cotton shirt, with the following words inscribed on the upper portion in what I believe to be Akzidenz Grotesk font: "NOT SILICONE."
All caps. Nuff said.
So I just saw this. No, peeped would be a more apt past participle verb to employ in this instance. From my prime seating on the blue 408 bus - usually taken as a back-up plan to the express 1005-1 since it comes in fucking 20 plus minute intervals (thereby negating any express benefits unless the hand of fate decides to intervene on those rarest of rare occasions) - I spot them. Although a good 70~85 meters away, my blue-greens focus squarely upon the towering twin peaks.
For those readers who may not know, in Seoul, while not exceedingly rare - as say weed - exsquisite breasts demand attention of the highest order. How can I say this? Dear reader, these breasts were not locked down. By that I want to say that the fortunate transporter of said breasts did not constrict them in order to "blend in" with the local habitat. Unlike so many amply endowed transportors (and they are, like a valet of a stretch limo, merely carrying those marvelous expressions of perfection around from 'a' to 'b' for all to see; but I digress) who treat their otherworldly sisters not unlike how former generations of Chinese did in regards to women's feet - fucking disfiguring the shit out of them - this wise woman announced them to the world in their full glory.
A well worn, washed-out purple, high thread count cotton shirt, with the following words inscribed on the upper portion in what I believe to be Akzidenz Grotesk font: "NOT SILICONE."
All caps. Nuff said.
2014년 2월 19일 수요일
Welcoming Solitude
What is most certain in our time? To my mind it is the "Always heading forward." The "where to" is not determined - not by a longshot - but, set in it's fixedness; that is the Certainty.
In such a time what thought is most radical? Is it not the unthought - that which is not thought? Namelessness. Silence. Not silence for something; rather silence awaiting silence. Silence that is ready for silence.
In such a time what thought is most radical? Is it not the unthought - that which is not thought? Namelessness. Silence. Not silence for something; rather silence awaiting silence. Silence that is ready for silence.
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