Archive for February, 2004
During the lunch at CITRIS, you had a conversation with Ruzena and her friend from HP about the chips. He finally agreed on there are lack of sufficient considerations for consequences of THESE developments.
Has anyone really believed her/his individual psychology could be somehow divorced from history? Tonight’s play has made it so clear, that how much are our thoughts, feelings and behavior related to the larger social forces that surround and move through us.
You also first time learned about the issue of colorism, and how deeply it is entrenched in American Black culture. It is an intense, poetic and very focused play, yet everyone can see so many layers of his/her own life through the prism of Alma and Eugene.
“This idea that the brain might be assembled in much the same way as the rest of the body—on the basis of the action of thousands of autonomous but interacting genes (shaped by natural selection)—is an anathema to our deeply held feeling that our minds are special, somehow separate from the material world. Yet at the same time, it is a continuation, perhaps the culmination, of a long trend, a growing-up for the human species that for too long has overestimated its own centrality in the universe. ”
—-Gary Marcus, “The Birth of the Mind: How a Tiny Number of Genes Creates the Complexities of Human Thought”
Christo and Jeanne-Claude rapped the Reichstag on June 23, 1995. You were there seven years later, quietly entering those sober gray walls, the dark and silent witnesses of a century of tumultuous German history. You saw the details. But the two artists took a different approach: by wrapping it, hiding all the details they allow you to focus entirely on the form. This is “revelation through concealment. ”
How many efforts are there to mingle virtual and physical worlds? Media linked to location, adding information and communication to physical objects, manipulating the virtual world by manipulating physical objects, and what else? Wearable computers.
And, ultimately, the wetware.
Still digesting the event of last week: McNamara in Berkeley. When all is said and done, only the voice of a poet remains:
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
—-T.S. Eliot, No.4 of “Four Quartets”