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This blog is back 2
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This blog had been gone for quite a while, a while in which I never stopped writing, it’s just that I saved it to a local text file. You see, I wanted (and want) something quite different from this blog than what it is now and I was experimenting with new formats. I was close to figuring out what I wanted but then this whole wonderful Imagery media blitz got a hold of me and I’m focusing all my energies on it. So the new blog will be another while coming and I thought that it was pointless (and rude of my part) to not publish anything in the mean time.

Most of what I’ve been doing this past month or so has been reading my ass off. Oh boy, have I good taste or what:

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Imagery, debutante 2
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10

And where does the newborn go from here?

The net is vast and infinite.

Ghost in the Shell

2,151 persons visited Imagery 2 days ago, 6,790 visited yesterday, 3,655 have visited it today (as of this very moment). It made it to the del.icio.us homepage. It made it to LifeHacker. Blogs in 22 languages have talked about it.

It’s been overwhelming. I’m compulsively refreshing my stat counter every 20 seconds. I feel so tiny, so standalone everytime it hits me that as I go to the bathroom 30 more people, somewhere in the world, have tried the website. But that the world is a weird, humongous place you knew, what has baffled me as I obsessively researched where everyone was coming from was what a surreal, boundless nonplace the web is. These last two days have shown me a dazzling array of bizarre organisms—mashups, filters, feeds, composites, parasites, symbiots, recomposites, bots, leeches, scams, automators—that thrive on the web, underneath the hood.

Oh, and one more thing: the sheer, brutal, speed of it all. It took two days and one email to Emily Chang (Thanks Sean!) to go from a pretty much forgotten website to this.

The present’s baffling.

As an exercise in vanity, here’s some compulsively gathered, up-to-the-minute updated, biased media coverage of the website (mostly blogs):

Today's Reading: A Dream So Real 2
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May
04

I’m absolutely fascinated reading Daniel H. Pink’s A Whole New Mind (I’ve just read over half of it) and this is a droll ultra-short story (mini-saga he calls them) I found there:

Staying overnight with friends, his sleep was disturbed by a vivid dream: a thief broke in, stole everything in the flat—then carefully replaced every single item with an exact replica.

“It felt so real,” he told his friends in the morning.

Horrified, uncomprehending, they replied, “But who are you?”
A Dream So Real By Patrick Forsyth, Maldon, United Kingdom

Felching 2
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Apr
28

“Your drink.” The barman holds out an improbable-looking goblet full of blue liquid with a cap of melting foam and a felching straw stuck out at some crazy angle.
Accelerando – Lobsters, Charles Stross

That’s your run-of-the-mill —even white-bread (blue liquid… how intriguing)— kind of paragraph, ne? I thought so too but then there was that word,

felch, v

trans. Usually of a male homosexual: to stimulate the anus of (a sexual partner) orally; spec. to remove orally semen ejaculated into the anus of (a partner). Also: to insert a small animal, esp. a gerbil, into the anus of (a partner) for sexual stimulation.

Oxford English Dictionary, Draft Entry, Mar. 2003

and it casts the whole scene into a wholly different light, doesn’t it? It wasn’t evident at first but that’s not the omniscient narrator speaking—it’s our lovingly perverted BDSM geek protagonist, Manny, painting the world with his colors.

And that’s what I mean when I say Accelerando is dense: it is chock-full of such all-important words. Since they are generally very technical or speculative, and since Stross has the habit of studding them like raisins into any given sentence, you’ll be tempted to just skip over them. Don’t.

“When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll

El debate de Mercado 2
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26

Que joya la de Patricia Mercado en el debate de ayer. Justificar el aborto para que las mujeres no tengan que perder su trabajo por un embarazo o para que no se les impida crecer en productividad, es, vaya, una declaracion desafortunada como pocas.

[Patricia Mercado:] Por ejemplo, no podemos efectivamente cercar a las mujeres en el mundo del trabajo. Si se embarazan corren el riesgo de ser despedidas; si se embarazan también y van a buscar un trabajo, corren el riesgo de que les hagan un examen y no ser contratadas.

Y además en este país no tenemos despenalizado el aborto y esas mujeres no pueden recurrir entonces a esa interrupción, para no perder el trabajo.

Es un cerco a los derechos de las mujeres que impide crecer en su productividad y, por supuesto, el respeto a la mínima posibilidad de obtener un trabajo, de obtener un empleo.

Oriental Symbol Bashing 2
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Oh, I just love those Oriental parables ridiculing symbolic communication. This was a new one for me (read it with Jorge Wagensberg’s aphorism in mind: “To compress is to comprehend”):

Every essay ought to end with a summary. Since this isn’t an essay, I’ll end with an adaptation of a Taoist story instead of a summary:

A musician performed a new piece he had written for his best friend. The friend sat in wonder and listened to the entire piece. When it was over, he nodded and told the musician that the music was wonderful. But what, he wondered, did the piece mean?

The musician nodded at this question and bent over his instrument, then played the entire piece again from the beginning.

German Dehesa, blogger 2
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25

¿A quién se le ocurre ofrendar su vida en defensa de ¡Napoleón Gómez Urrutia!?, ¿quién decide resolver un problema a base del uso de la fuerza y actúa en consecuencia y lejos de resolver tal problema, lo complica infinitamente?, ¿cómo es que en Acapulco aparecen dos policías degollados y con un letrero que dice “Para que aprendan”?, ¿qué ocurre en el Edomex con Enrique Peña Nieto y su circo de Fiscales que aparecen y desaparecen?, ¿cómo toleramos que el tontísimo y cínico Mario Marín siga siendo, para vergüenza de todos, el Gobernador Constitucional de Puebla?, ¿por qué el Presidente de México ha prácticamente abdicado de su cargo para convertirse en un propagandista más bien mediocre de Felipe Calderón?, ¿por qué AMLO no se presenta a plantear sus ideas de gobierno y cotejarlas con las de sus opositores?, ¿por qué Jesús Ortega se compromete, se descompromete, piensa muy bien lo que va a decir y dice puras estupideces que a Josefina Vázquez Mota le sirven para darle vuelta y media al pesadito de Ortega sin siquiera despeinarse?, ¿por qué desde la perspectiva de los políticos el hecho de poner o no poner una silla vacía se convierte en prioridad nacional?
La Gaceta del Charro, Lunes 24 de Abril del 2006, Germán Dehesa.

Siempre me ha gustado su estilo pero no suelo leer mucho a Germán Dehesa. Ayer que lo hice me sorprendi. La Gaceta del Charro, su columna en Mural, es tan evidentemente un blog! Es cierto que toda columna periodistica es, bien vista, nada mas que un blog atrapado en el papel pero la de Dehesa es cosa aparte. Irrepresiblemente personal y opinionated, plagada de in-jokes y referencias personales, es un filtro de temas muy diversos, como todo buen blog, pero el hilo conductor de todos ellos es siempre visible: Dehesa mismo.

Me pregunto porque no se lanza Dehesa a tener un blog en forma de una buena vez (si, se de La Plaza del Angel, pero eso es mas bien un triste espectaculo de la web pre-blogs).

Today's Reading: Funes, the Memorious 2
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Apr
24

Today is World Book Day and to celebrate it there was a public reading of The Aleph, a wonderful book of short stories by Jorge Luis Borges (“the information fetishist”), in my city. Let’s not miss the opportunity, here’s a great short-story of his to read today: Funes, the Memorious (in English and in Spanish).

“He could perceive I do not know how many stars in the sky.”

The story is slow, filled with all sorts of mundane, meticulous details (apocryphal, of course) and full of seemingly irrelevant roundabouts—Borges hallmarks. How else can you talk about such profoundly magical things?

Today's Reading: The giant worm to Saturn 2
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Apr
20

Truth be told, I usually find Jaron Lanier obnoxious, unconvincing, and mushy. His obsession to fancy himself the last bastion of humanism amid the rabid, materialistic techno-geeks bores me, and, though he’s a virtual reality pioneer, I’d never found any of his ideas particularly visionary. Until yesterday.

I was teetering (with excitement) when I read his answer to Edge’s 2005 question: What do you believe is true even though you cannot prove it?:

My belief is that the potential for expanded communication between people far exceeds the potential both of language as we think of it (the stuff we say, read and write) and of all the other communication forms we already use.

He goes on to describe what must surely be one of the most mind-blowing ideas I’ve ever read: “post-symbolic communication.” (Yup, I’ve got the weirdest fetish with symbols themselves—which seems to me to be the mother of all fetishes.) Anyway, wow. That sort of thing is precisely what I imagine when I ramble madly about VR to people (Sergio and Beca can attest to that) only to get the same dull, unimpressed answer: “So what? It’s all fake.” (As if they don’t already spend well over half of their lives in media, which is just another name for artificial, fake, realities: the web, IM, TV, movies, books, games, radio, ads…)

But I digress. I think this extract from an interview to Lanier, The giant worm to Saturn (~1000 words), is a great intro to “post-symbolic communications”. Go read it.

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I'm going to marry you 2
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The subject of the U.S.-Mexico migration (the biggest in the world, one hears) is everywhere right now. But unfortunately, almost all one always hears is pessimism, fear, nationalism, and prejudice. Most people don’t realize there’s something new and wonderful emerging. It’s a shame one doesn’t hear more often from Richard Rodriguez, a profoundly polemical Mexican-American writer. In his books, his essays, and his interviews he reinvents the concept of being Mexican. He lies about it, of course (he is the first to acknowledge it), but his is a fiction that describes me, his is a fiction I want to believe in.

You’ll have to excuse me but I’ve never felt as a victim of the US, I am American! I’ve been devouring the US all my life! But then again, that’s just weird old me—always suffering from multiple-nationality-disorder, from dislocation (I’m of the web! How could it be otherwise? “My kingdom is not of this world”); perpetually naive, perpetually “falling in love with cultures not my own”, perpetually imbued with the “arrogance” that “the individual is in control of the culture.”

I’ve compiled here a long list of quotations from several of Rodriguez’s interviews and articles. I tried to stick with the topic of migration but I did a lousy job at that, this man is too interesting.