the republicans make us do it

Paul Krugman was the only honest columnist at the New York Times during the Bush era but lately he is tying himself in knots trying to justify Obama, whose politics smell just like his predecessor's. On Naked Capitalism Lambert Strether writes:

I cannot help but think that Krugman must also be waging a tremendous internal battle between his picture of this man he seems to like and trust to do the right thing [Obama], and the picture of human economic devastation in all forms that he must see through the windows of the Acela, which can but tell him that this man is doing nothing like the right thing. This battle — and yes, “Will Doctor Freud please pick up the white courtesy phone?” — can only force its way to the surface with formulations like Obama “wussing out” (others say “cave”). But the possibility that Obama is doing exactly what believes in, cannot be allowed to reach a conscious level, let alone expressed.

Commenter Max424 has some gallows fun with Strether's prognosis in this parody of a recent Bill Moyers interview with Krugman:

Professor, thanks for coming.

“Thanks for having me.”

Yesterday, looking out the port side of your train, you saw two Predator drones firing Hellfire missiles at selected American targets. What did you think of this?

“Well, I’m not entirely sure if the Republican dominated House of Representatives should be forcing Obama to do this. But at the same time, the collateral damage done to infrastructure might be a good thing.”

A good thing?

“Think about it. We’re in a liquidity trap, which means, the Fed can only hand out aspirin. But our depressed economy requires heavy doses of proscribed medications; we need, so to speak, a more potent palliative for our damaged national psyche.

“Now, if we have potholes, and filling them in would be good, it makes sense to assume that bomb holes, which are bigger, would be even better.”

So responsibility for the strikes doesn’t matter, as the strikes are always beneficial?

“Yes and no. The thing to remember is, without the Obama Drone Check, Republicans would use Predators to kill teachers and other public sector workers, and we know that killing teachers is not only wrong, it is a proven anti-stimulative. We need more teachers, not less.”

Where are we headed, Professor?

“If we can find the political will to repair the potholes and the bomb holes, to re-hire the teachers that Obama was forced to fire, or to replace the dead ones when the un-checked Republicans are in charge, it would be significant step toward what I call, a New Deal for 21st century.”

A new New Deal. Is this really achievable?

“Despite the fact that rising ocean levels are going to wipe out New York City by 2030, I believe it is, because I’m hopeful.”

new Roadside Picnic translation; Stalker compared

Boris and Arkady Strugatsky's science fiction novel Roadside Picnic resurfaced last year in a new English translation. Highly recommended -- it's a much smoother read than the 1970s version's probably more literal transcription from the original Russian. If you haven't read either, the plot centers on a mysterious region of earth called The Zone, left behind after a visit by extraterrestrials who never communicated with us except by means of the junk they left behind, which one scientist hypothesizes might be the refuse of the titular "picnic" -- meaningless to the aliens but profound to us ants. "Stalkers" are humans who go into the Zone and comb through the aliens' garbage, which is full of lethal traps. Andrei Tarkovsky's film Stalker was loosely adapted from the book.

Some of the new translation's ease of reading comes from replacing '70s slang with current idioms (no one said "he was checking her out" back then, not that we really needed that) but there is also a conscious attempt to streamline the prose. What's missing is a certain poetry/difficulty/awkwardness that contributed to the feeling that you were reading a novel from a truly foreign culture, with different mores and certainly a different political system. The Strugatskys wrote the book as if it took place in the West (possibly the Pacific Northwest, either in the US or Canada) but its intrusive and bumbling bureaucrats seem very "Soviet" -- less so in the current version but the taint is still there. As for the missing poetry, for example, "mosquito mange" is now "bug trap." It's a much clearer and more accurate mental image of the phenomenon the Strugatskys describe -- invisible "graviconcentrates" that cause a body or thrown object in the Zone to move (or even be held in place) in a manner contrary to physical laws, as opposed to a parasite-borne skin disease -- but part of the pleasure of the original translation was wrapping your mind around strange phrases that correlated (or didn't) to unearthly phenomena beyond your comprehension.

That's what the book is about, and it's already suffered one major misinterpretation in Tarkovsky's film, or rather, self-misinterpretation, since the Strugatskys wrote that film's screenplay, several years after their book. Tarkovsky treats the novel as a religious allegory (and later claimed that the only thing the film had in common with the book were the terms "Zone" and Stalker") whereas the book is having none of that. What happens in the book's Zone -- a blighted area oddly prescient of the landscape around Chernobyl, filled with those eldritch artifacts -- may be strange but it's not subjective based on one's degree of religious belief, as it is in Tarkovsky's ambiguous film. The reader is veritably assaulted throughout the book with the objects, effects, and aftereffects of the Zone, described in minute detail. These range from benevolent technologies that the stalkers pull out at great personal risk, such as perpetual batteries, to highly dangerous products such as "hell slime" and "heat lamps," sought by criminals and unscrupulous governments, to behavioral horrors such as the mutant children of stalkers, the revived corpses from cemeteries near the Zone, or the epidemic of lethal bad luck that follows people who live too near the alien visitation area and later emigrate to other cities. The book asks how much we would change as humans in response to so much mystery and horror, or even what it means to be human when the Zone has seemingly limitless potential to transform us into something else.

Tarkovsky had no special effects budget (or desire to use them) so the "alien-ness" of the film's Zone is suggested with eerie synthesizer music and close-cropped shots of an exotically dilapidated, post-industrial landscape in the former Soviet Union. Nothing much happens in the movie, and our fear of the Zone is mostly a matter of pregnant silences and the lugubrious Stalker informing us how dangerous it all is. The movie has a "surprise" ending that tells us the Zone is real, which it greatly needed after two hours of watching three middle-aged men stumbling around the woods and confessing their anxieties. The movie's big payoff -- entering "the room" where supposedly any wish is granted -- is an anticlimactic shaggy dog tale. The movie even has a dog wandering around the Zone that accompanies the Stalker back to his squalid apartment (whereas animals in the book's Zone tend to be crushed flat). The movie exudes atmosphere and its sound and cinematography are stunning but -- let's say it -- it's no Roadside Picnic.

surge molecule 2

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Surge Molecule 2, 2013, photocopies, linen tape
13 1/8 X 10 1/2 inches

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Installation view with Surge Molecule, 2012

At the rate I'm making these I'll be ready for a show of them in 10 years. But seriously, these are probably better for being a "back burner" project while I work on other things. I made #2 without having looked at #1 for several months and was surprised by the different set of rules I made for myself the second time (and also that it was more elaborate).

hayek and delusion as theory

Where did the conventional Washington wisdoms emerge that (i) government planning is bad and (ii) inflicting pain on the lower classes (austerity) is a sad economic necessity? We're not talking here about Soviet 5 year plans but the rather more successful Roosevelt policies of social insurance, regulating finance, etc.

Writer Philip Pilkington traces the horror of planning, any planning to economist turned propagandist Friedrich Hayek, a darling of the libertarian right. Hayek argued that central planning led to German fascism when in fact it was WWI reparations that caused hyperinflation and the austerity measures imposed by the Weimar government (rolling back central aid mechanisms) that led to mass pain and Hitler's rise. Pilkington quotes Mark Ames on how the story changed:

Von Hayek and his fellow Austrian aristocrats who were forced to flee from the fruits of their economic programs, did a complete revision of history and retold that same story as if the very opposite of reality had happened. Once they were safely in England and America, sponsored and funded by oligarch grants, hacks like von Mises and von Hayek started pushing a revisionist history of the collapse of Weimar Germany blaming not their austerity measures, but rather big-spending liberals who were allegedly in charge of Germany’s last government.

According to Pilkington, Hayek's ideas were discredited as economics so after the 1930s he turned to politics, attracting others who shared his delusions about planning evils vs the value of the "free market." Despite the success of the Roosevelt-era social programs these ideologues have been so effective as propagandists that you are considered nuts in Washington now if you don't mouth truisms such as "deficits are bad" and "the safety net is broken." The herd mentality among our thought leaders and their susceptibility to Ayn Randian nonsense is quite an amazing thing to witness.

new media prints

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This "diptych" has been on my studio wall for a few months. The arrangement wasn't particularly planned -- I had two prints that were shipped in tubes I wanted to flatten out so I placed them top and bottom. But then I enjoyed having them up like this.

The top print is Travis Hallenbeck's collage of thumbnails of kids skateboarding, from videos on the now-defunct website Tinypic. Tinypic may still exist in some form but was taken over by Photobucket a couple of years ago. This was a raw document of the "internet street" that academics like to talk about and Hallenbeck's grid arrangement combines art and ethnography. When you have a piece like this up for a while you notice more and more details: the color (mostly accidental from the video camera settings and printing); cropping (whatever frame Tinypic "chose" to represent the video); lighting (a kind of uniform twilight glow, again mostly accidental). Very few faces can be identified owing to the cropping and blurring of "action photos" so what you mostly have is a series of ritualistic poses, almost like a semaphore chart. This is a great example of "net art" in that it has a pure social media origin and is filtered through the consciousness of an "eye" making decisions and choices (while still somehow maintaining a matter-of-fact, documentary look).

The bottom print was a gift from a past Rhizome.org fundraiser; the artist is Casey Reas. It's probably meant to hang in a portrait orientation but I prefer it landscape so I don't get the suggestion of a surreal head. It's a generative work where the computer simulates a flocculent texture of hundreds of fine curved lines, growing thicker and thinner and bunching together at seemingly-random points. The suggestion of 3D depth and the high quality of the print give these swirls a strange sort of presence that grows on you over time. (After an initial impression that it's a "mere technical exercise.") An interesting example of digital abstraction that holds up as a wall-object.

Update: Thanks for the email identifying Casey Reas as the creator of the second print.