Sunday, July 22, 2007

I just realized "all politics is local" is a paradox

Lately I've been reading (and writing) about the postmodern condition (how much more über-hipster can you get, honestly) and its relation to art and commodities. I'm not going to name-drop (well I will, just not here and now...) but I did want to write for just a minute on how I see these forces playing out in my own personal life.

One of the things these high-falutin' intellectuals write about is the erosion in the (post-)modern mindset of the idea of place: the copy machine , the (cell) phone, the camera, the automobile, the projector, and the internet have all worked to turn presence into (functional) omnipresence. Increasingly nothing is anywhere, everything is everywhere. (1) And business has mirrored this, too, moving to meet popular desire wherever possible. No matter where you go there they are: a Starbucks, a Walmart, a McDonald's, a Best Buy. Or better yet, amazon.com. This is the essence of Western Culture as it conceives itself: the love affair between desire-satisfying boxes and desiring bodies; it's hard to know which is reproducing faster.

This is, of course, an illusion. Meijer is at the corner of Carpenter and Michigan Ave (among other places), and the products within all have a history and an origin. Nothing "comes from the store." You can do a google image search for "Magritte pipe" and find a copy (of a copy of a copy of a copy...) but -- çeci n'est pas une tableaux! -- you'll find neither a pipe nor a painting. The real one (the painting, I have no idea about the pipe) is still in the LA County Museum.

But, and this is where it gets interesting, there is this emerging counter-desire that unsentimental ad execs tell me is taking America by storm! (True story.) Apparently The Charm of The Highway Strip has faded with middle-age; people are really into local business now. Well kind of. How many people do you know who shop at the Food Co-op exclusively, for instance? But, the unsentimental ad execs told me, local-ness is the Most Valuable Thing local business can sell. In other words, our most precious, most fetishised commodity.

As cool as that sounds, and as much as it would seem to promote a decentralized, heterogeneous culture, I'm not sure I'm buying. The unique, cool, and firmly localized Ypsilanti Food Co-op does not transfer a portion of its essence to that can of tomatoes you bought. Just check your receipt, it's not on there. Local-ness in not another commodity, like crude oil, coffee, or the iPhone.

And what about all these other things we are being sold along with our cars, diamond rings, and mutual funds? What about security, love, and happiness? What is up with this collision of consumption and desire? It's one big mass delusion. Commodities have to be objects of exchange, the fact that we desire them is not enough.

Can we let ephemera remain ephemeral? I hope so, or we risk the madness of confusing closeness with control, andLink like The Duke of Ferrara, ending up with a rather poor substitute. People cannot purchase presence, except in real estate, fine art and (still, lamentably) the slave trade.

It's something to think about as I drive my Japanese car with Venezuelan gas on my way to the local East African grocery store (where they now call me brother) to buy a Bermudan phone card to call my girlfriend. In Azerbaijan.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

So that there is hope in the future

We all have that day when we wake up and just have no clue as to what to do with our lives. You may have just realized that existence in pointless or dropped out of school it is the same feeling. ‘What do I do now…? What should I do with myself all day? How do I go on?’

I know. I advertise this problem- how often have you heard me say “I don’t know what to do with myself? Also, many friends have recently come to me with this problem. Looking for wisdom or answers or my mom to find them a new job….The one thing that I have come up with that seems to work is small steps. Stop looking at the big picture, there is no point. We just don’t have any control over that. Pick one thing to be excited about at a time. Ice Cream. Harry Potter. Once you get the hang of it, you can plan it out a little further, but start with small steps.

Things that I am excited about right now:

John.
Book 7 of Harry Potter
Moving in to my sweet new Apt.
Jer & Adam- best roommate ever!
Shadow Art Fair
Going Camping again soon
Sunday Soccer

What are you excited about?

Monday, June 25, 2007

Steve Pierce is a Gay Leather Fetishist

To simplify my web surfing, I've started using Google Reader. It's a great way to keep track of all the blogs I read on one page. Looking to keep up with Ypsi, since I live here, I decided to add the blog of former mayoral candidate Steve Pierce.

Did you know his website is Ypsinews.com?

Boy, was I surprised to learn that it is NOT StevePierce.com!

I haven't been web punk'd so badly since I logged onto whitehouse.com in 1997.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

The Official Sport of Planet Earth and Ypsilanti

I've started playing soccer at Frog Island park, Sundays and Wednesdays at 5:30, with friends and random acquaintances. The number of players (as little as two on a team, as many as five) varies as wildly as their respective skill levels (ranging from rank amateurs to amateurs worth ranking), but it remains amicable enough that even someone 10 years out of practice (like I am) can enjoy themself.

When things get too competetive, I tend to quit because it's no longer fun. Thankfully, this is not the case. Players are swapped between teams as necessary, and half the time we don't even keep score. It's hard to take things too seriously when you're playing on half a field and using orange cones.

One of the things I like about Ypsi is that you encounter all kinds of different cultures without even trying. Quite regularly our dicking around is overshadowed when the actual field (we play off to the side, near the amphitheater) is taken over by actual teams who want to play an actual game. Thus far its either been Latinos, (Guatemalans, I think) or West Africans (from where I have no clue).

I am aware that soccer is the most popular sport the world over, but these happen to be the two groups that immediately come to mind think of when I think of it. Ypsi's local leagues would only be made more complete---in my head at least---by the inclusion of drunken Scotsman.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Raptors

A dear friend told me she thinks in metaphor, I replied that I think in symbols.  Or at least that I see the world that way.  I'll never really know if reality, nature, God, or whatever shares my sense of semantic geometry but that's just how it is: sometimes I see things that stand for others in ways I just couldn't make up.

So it was yesterday as I was walking from my house to have lunch with the proprietor of this blog.  As I passed EMU's campus, I saw a pair of vultures circling around Pierce Hall, home of EMU's beleaguered administration.  

Like I said, I'm not creative enough to make that up.  If I tried, you'd never believe me.