Friday, April 22, 2011
The Lampost Philosopher: Dark Chemistry - Tim Morton: HyperObjects 4.0; or,...
The Lampost Philosopher: Dark Chemistry - Tim Morton: HyperObjects 4.0; or,...: "Dark Chemistry - Tim Morton: HyperObjects 4.0; or, What Chthulu and Global Warming Have In Common"
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Great Collection of Essays abouth the Circus HERE
http://www.c-s-p.org/flyers/9781847185662-sample.pdf
yesterday, the calliope. Last week, the Ferris wheel.
yesterday, the calliope. Last week, the Ferris wheel.
Stonehenge, A Tardis Object?
I (small i that is) passed by Stonehenge this week. This timely post by Tim echoed by the same words Pasted on the side of a truck" Tardis Painting. Whoosh. The M25 can be a bugger. Zing! at Fleet Services and whoosh, we're on the M3 heading bearing Cook's Plymouth and Drake's Dorset before offroading into the wet bogs of East Avalon. (You guessed it-Glastonbury). The old aisle of saints and crows presenting themselves in the heavens, in a quieter, more ethereal Somerset. So I welcome this post, as I often do by Tim, because as Stonehenge appears from the road as small bricks against such a magnificent skyline as Wiltshire offers (and even tho Spinal Tap did cover this context in which Stonehenge can seem "small") I nevertheless hope that I am not overmining by choosing to fixate on such massive, solid objects. Trucks whoosh, and glazed eyes on the motorway, are one perspective. But also, fruits and trees in their becoming, horses that are gnawing at the bit of fields to Produce! produce! (although we call them vegetables and greens), and as all roads lead to Avalon, it's not surprising, with Speculative Realism under my arm, and OOO in my wake I should come face to face with the tardis of all tardae. The Tor itself...
Friday, February 18, 2011
Just for Fun
Here's Laura Ernst; caught my ear because I've just come off from reading Ian Bogost on facebook, plus a few other notes about life in general and there's mentions of feminisms here and there. It seems a long, very long time ago, bordering on a million years ago that I couldn't even think the word object without thinking 'woman' and 'onjectification.' Ah if only.... OOO had been around while I was writing my dissertation on the History of Pornography it would have provided a briseur to get at the subject from beneath its "over-rendered" exterior locus of concern. I'd write the book today if I could, but I'm going to let it go and hope that someone will see what a wealth there is or would be for doing so. Feminist credential aside, thinking has become so much more democratic, and thinking about representation has become so subtle that it almost feels like I'd be writing about the dinosaurs. Not that I think "objectification" is over, it isn't and for many people now "objectification" remains a mode. I need not concern myself here with them; suffice to say that resorting to a "default ontology" as Tim Morton neatly puts it, is never a good thing. But as the story is "in bastions of male enclaves women are now....." it makes sense that there are more and more people juggling --however, more enlightening is the number of "props" now used in the juggling world. A veritable explosion of 'em: as many tricks as their are Apps; as many ball makers as software products. The flags shown here, I've seen in Venezeula and London, average persons twirling themselves up into balls of velvet, suspended without fear. What is it again: there are sensual objects and their notes. Are women more sensual than men? Well, traditionally we thought that didn't we? But now, with sensual redefined, and reclarified as notes, there's every reason to think women and men are equal persons in this regard. Women leave and make notes freely as men. A real democracy of objects in a Parliament of things....
The Hyp-Ur Object Object-Document: What is Special About Consciousness....
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