Manholes in NYC from foundries made in India! oye veigh!
The pieces that construct the elaborate infrastructures of our urban habitats are anachronistic. The ultra modern settings of the city where designer boots meet cemented sidewalk & moulded metal versus the medieval settings of half naked men and squatting barefoot women in a 38 degree C West Bengal foundries. The parts of the infrastructure are taken for granted, the infrastructure invisible and the working conditions well who gives a shit?
I am starting to figure out what is bothering me about my involvement in work in and around the digital data, information, knowledge revolution/economy and etcetera. It has been just below the surface for some time now, eating at me and last week i was so very uncomfortable at the CWIRP workshop even though i met some truly wonderful people and nothing beyond the green broadband topic was particularly upsetting. I could not figure out what was bothering me. Something in the equation/algorith is missing but i can/could not put my finger on it. When i encounter anything new, i am so naively excited. I toy with it, explore, immerse, disseminate, embed, learn, propagate, proselytize, show off, share, demonstrate, become an apostle until which time the dreaminess and the rainbow coloured aura fades and i see another reality. And then i feel like and imposter, embarrassed, a betrayer and betrayed. It was like discovering paradise once and then realizing that I and the thousands of others that did also caused its demise - Boracay. It is like discovering the Achilles heal of the gods, the blind spots in the teacher, the madness of great thinkers, the flaws in your lover, the selfishness of your best friend. The belief is tempered, the god are debaucherous, the teachers limited, the savants nuts then their ideas become dubious, Monday mornings, hangovers & tail end of menstruation and digging for compassion to continue to love your friend let alone trying to conjure that sentiment for the rest of humanity. It is all not so dreamy.
I go to a lab, i help make maps, i want to make data accessible, i want the community to have wireless access, i want knowledge to move and be free, i hope we can all gain knowledge from the 24-7 information access, i want to bridge the digital divide, it is really important that i blog whatever and that those who are barred from communicating can get their messages, sounds, images out to show the world their plight, i want the news, i want the journals in the library, i want digitized maps and books, i want to donate, i want to know, i want dialogue and peace, i want to be entertained and and and… Well, there is a cost to all this. But the dream, the dream is so wonderful.
What do you mean it is not just me and a screen and the bits and pieces of stuff on my desk. It is the chips, the routers, the metals, batteries, copper, the men making code, the code, fibre optic cable, plastics, lead, copper, conduits, switching stations, isps, satellites, server farms, air conditioning, call centres, billing offices, memberships, software, undersea cables, policies, personal information, credit card companies, entertainment, distractions, standards, competition, ownership, and of course the manufacturing plants that has to make all this stuff in Malaysia, China, Philippines, Taiwan, Korea, India, etc with the extraction sites (mines, forests etc.) and the disruption of the seas and the clear cutting of the forests for the cables and the mining of uranium and damming of the rivers to power the stuff let alone the waste site for all the gadgets we purchase. The whole planet has been re-wrapped in fibre in the last 20 years like a big ball of phentex with all these docking stations (but not in all of the essential places) and these bits of programmed metal and glass floating around in orbit and i naively sit with my keyboard & screen going ra ta tat tat! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It is never that easy nor benign and why do i always pretend it is when i learn about it?
So now what? I wish it were easy to weig the costs over the benefits. Do i have to chant - you cannot stop technology’s advances - like the technocrats and scientists and become the automaton whose behaviour is determined by the infrastructure? Why can i not stop thinking in systems? Maybe i have to lay off the science fiction novels a bit? I think the work in unraveling all these sexy technologies, the need to communicate and share symbols, the art, the knowledge, the body extensions, the sensory means, cybenetics and cyborgian dreams, the technological utopianism, the lack of latrines and the heat of the foundries is getting to me.
Saturday, I was on the last chapter of Neuromancer, it was 8 PM i was still in my jams, the kids out, and in and out of lucid dreams, thinking that maybe i should eat, but instead stayed in bed, then my dear friend Beth - the one who makes my favorite scented perfumes - called me from Cowichan Bay. I explained my state of mind, to which she replied
Stay with the problem. Do not revert to your norm of resolving it, defining it, organizing it, stay with it and within it, disarm, explore. And revert to axiom 1, which states that there will always be laundry, even after you die, but it won’t matter then cuz you will be dead.
hmmmmm!