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Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Blog du jour 
| | the earth here is too smooth to hold our decorated lies. clear against this desertscape the moon once hung above us like an open palm, and i thought i knew the reasons. she closes now her fingers like a crescent fist and the nights no longer keep our secrets. |
Because it's mostly true
Free advice, cont'd
Grading pass
Except here in New Yawk they call it Ott
| | It was a marvelously exclusive fraternity these Boston painters had: master professionals all, they were their own teachers, students and judges. When the Museum School installed above them an administrator who was not an artist, they quit all together, went back to their studios, and that was that. Critics who were not themselves accomplished painters had no standing whatsoever with them. Think of Tom Wolfe¹s history of modern art, The Painted Word , in which critical theory becomes the absolutely required framework for seeing Abstract Expressionism: without Clement Greenberg there is no Jackson Pollock; progressing to the laughable point where the art disappears and only the criticism lives on: it¹s no painting, all theory. The Boston School thrived at the other pole of that history: it was all painting, no theory. These were prize-winning painters who had not much time for kibitzers outside their circle. There was pain in this for Paxton in the sense that as one of his admirers said: anybody at all could see something wrong in a Paxton painting‹a saccharine tendency, say, or the narrowness of his social context; but only an advanced student of painting history and technique could see the subtleties he was getting brilliantly right. |
| | I'll be in B-town in a short while, for Jupiter's blogging thing. I'll moderate a Day 1 panel. Christopher will do a Live Blogging thing on Day 2. Lots of other good folks too. See ya there. |
An August Suggestion
NY-Fi, cont'd
Exactly
| | For publications with content locked behind a paywall, including my employer , an alternative model may be to create an equivalent to Google¹s AdWords program with contextual text ads alongside individual articles. Before you snicker at this, consider that sources indicate that AdWords are responsible for some 75% of Google¹s revenues. Doc Searls suggests that publishers should take this a step further and investigate partnering with Google in shared revenue deals . |
The short of it: he's back.
The Revolution will be telestreamed
| | Not entirely unrelated: The Orphans of Invention, by Ellen Ullman. Read it (and the last link above) before the Times scrolls them behind the paywall. A sample: |
| | But more than jobs have been lost. To listen to Mr. Engelbart that day almost five years ago was to realize that the computer industry, when it started, was not simply about becoming a chief executive or retiring on stock options at 35. It was to remember that real innovation — the stuff that made computers so much more than "crummy factors of production" — comes from mysterious places, wild people, dreamers and tinkerers, and to remember all the skepticism they had to endure. |
| | And while you're at it, read this too. And think of how much more valuable The Web would be without all the print pubs washed out of it. |
| | The most effective means of establishing and maintaining control, said Michel Foucault in The History of Sexuality: An Introduction, is through desire, or more properly the manipulation of desire. It is desire that defines markets--desire harnessed and channeled by the PR and marketing machines of corporations--and it is desire that drives the matrix (recall Cypher's desire for the--illusory--pleasures of the matrix, discussed over a glass of wine and a steak). Because that which is desired is perceived as, well, desirable, the fulfillment of our desire is felt as a choice, and thus also the acquisition of that which fulfills it. The Architect describes the first iteration of the Matrix as "perfect", a system in which all human desires were easily met, and thus flawed; the second and later iterations all included (the illusion of) choice--looking remarkably like late 20th-early 21st century North America--and one very real choice: each denizen of the matrix chooses the matrix, in act after act of desire fulfillment. |
| | Elections = erections? Hm. |
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