Wednesday, January 1, 2014

An Object-Oriented Analysis of Pizza

Though it has, by some, been a note of surprise that the OOO camp has found an affinity between their system and that of the New Aesthetic, a closer analysis of this will reveal that it is entirely too logical.  Much as good literary scholars these days encourage a close-reading, the ultimate verification of this ideas can be afforded by a close reading of the New Aesthetic's favourite symbol, fresh pizza.

The objective thinker posits the inhuman existence of a given object - s/he disagrees with Berkeley that the forest's tree will evaporate when lacking a percipient, and affirms the autonomy of trees in the face of human listeners.  While the sensual experience of a tree may well be important to the objectifier, s/he realizes that the tree's life will go on even after s/he is gone.  On the other hand, for Berkeley, as soon as sie stops gazing at the tree, the tree will warp out of existence (provided we don't allow God into the picture and we don't assume that He sees everything or likes looking at trees).  Does the tree need me?  Does it want me?  The object-oriented thinker would like to say that it does not care, although what's it going to think when you go to cut it down?  Things might change then.  If that tree was then vacuum-packed for shipping, cutting it off from the rest of the world, it might be even more unhappy.

Was Berkeley a tree-hugger?  Maybe.  What else did he do when he looked at trees?  We can't be sure.  What is clear is that he would've hated the New Aesthetic.  The New Aesthetician would ask what the tree saw, and explain how the vision of the tree was a new vision that was not quite human vision but not totally unrelated to human vision.  And it was new.  The Berkeleyan would have said well how do you know that?  And then the New Aesthetician would have brought up pizza - and Berkeley would've hated that.

- what about pizza?

- what *about* pizza?

- exactly.

The New Aesthetician's point about pizza, while at first seemingly flimsy, gets at the core of Berkeley's realist problem.  Was the tree there, or wasn't it?  Why did he spend so much time looking at trees?  Are there other factors involved that we don't know about?  The New Aesthetician would say that there were.  He'd say that the tree was looking at him, and that pizza was involved - *autonomous* pizza.

Just as before the internet no one realized the profundity of object-oriented philosophy, likewise before the internet no one was aware of the autonomous nature of pizza.  "It's a human construction", was the common dogma, the rights of food becoming a silent casualty of what we now realize was the ignorance of that time period.  "They didn't know any better", we say, "they just did their best" - well, so did Berkeley, but it's not entirely clear that the trees appreciated that.

The object-oriented thinker wants to free the tree, wants to undo the shackles of correlationist subjugation, and allow the tree to blossom into what they want, according to their own will.  Should we write their philosophy when they might want to write a philosophy of their own?  What about poetry?  Maybe they'd like to clearcut humans?  As Serres would no doubt agree, it's anything but an ecopolitical crisis to not allow for the possibility of that counter-voice.  The tree, like the pizza, deserves to speak.  If there's anything to learn from the New Aesthetic and object-oriented ontology, it's this.

Monday, August 5, 2013


across the edges of the magnification board, the spry and restrained of extension prefaced the following with antinomy:

the report detailed the probable occurrence of epaxial shinbones in the overseer of belief - recrimination was believed to follow

how could the formulations of debt be reascribed to liquids, at what point were the rector's metaphors entirely involved in entanglement

the rector is constructed as follows:

1. 2 cowbells
2. cyclic affordance followed by brine
3. the elimination of inflexibility
4. break
5. time to call your family
6. landless

electra:  when first signing up for the program, i realized that my spherical shape would be a detriment to progress.  but i have tradition on my side.  and i've been on tv.

the rector replied that as such, she qualified.  her grades were good, and she came highly recommended.

- although what was said in the navigation of the event, in the unattended fricasses of enforcement - no one was present in the front office, it was filled with the invention of space

as electra has shown, rectors are only successfully produced in the right conditions, which in turn depend on the weather, which is dependent on the zodiac (or season and location).  her work on this issue has become indispensable for identifying the locations of overeducation.

the overseer of belief, sycamore shamhat, had argued the previous day for an ontology without limbs.  her opponents were the gnostics and the boat-builders.  the boat-builders argued the puns made possible the creation of wood people, while the gnostics refused to argue, saying that what they believed had to be achieved through either orgasm or excruciating pain.  truth did not matter to them except as a subspecies of screaming.  they were shamhat's most difficult opponents, since they did not bring up an argument and instead resorted to what she called sensationalism.  a veritable point, she conceded, but what if the limbless have no sensations at all.  she later collaborated with the boat-builders to form a lignine ontology of spherical wood people (a clearly dismaying result for the extant tree population).

electra first met shamhat while crossing the river styx on her way to buy some carrots.  shamhat was out for a swim and was astonished to see a greek tragic heroine crossing the river of hatred - what are the chances, she thought.

- i'm a big fan of your work

- thank you

- do you have facebook?

- well yeah, but i hardly ever use it.  i really don't understand people who use it - what a waste of time!

- i use it a lot.  i've found it to be a very useful social networking tool.

- omg r u serious?  that's ridiculous.

- why?

- i bet you're one of those people who pokes all the time.

shamhat was silent, but you could tell, she probably was.  from that day forward they were mortal enemies, one arguing that social networking was a useful tool, the other that it was for morons.  shamhat swam off, her heart crushed that her childhood heroine didn't believe in the utility of web 2.0, and electra arrived at the underworld a few minutes later.

- i can't believe this!  screamed the rector.  - how could we allow the boat-builders to escape?  who will build the boats now?

- perhaps, replied his vizier, we can contract the work out to an independent agency.

- you don't understand, replied the rector, those were my boat-builders.

- i know they were, i'm just sayin.

- well i'm just sayin - they were my boat-builders.

- i know they were, you already said that

- well it didn't seem like you were listening

- well i was, i just didn't say anything.

- whatever.

the rector looked downcast and, grasping his sceptre, began chewing on the end of it.

- what are you doing?

- fuck off

meanwhile, the boat-builders were running away.  there comes a time when you've had enough of boats.  after miles and miles of running, they came across shamhat, who was sopping wet.

- why are you all wet?

- went for a swim

- where?

- styx

- what?  styx?  you went for a swim in the underworld?

- it's not the underworld.  it's *between* earth and the underworld.

the boat-builders weren't expecting that reply.  they didn't know what to say.

- look, i'm gonna go

- yeah.  yeah!  nice seeing you - i mean, talking to you, i mean - well you know what i mean

- nope

in the front office (still empty), dust began to gather on its top.  particles, navigations, inattentions.  the enforcement of dilapidation.  what did it say now to be absent, to collect an existence under the auspices of silica?  to make in this, the final invention, a moment of the impersonal - clusters and inhibitions of lava and loam.

across the way, a mountain - speechless and germinates, its precedent capacities of clamour, buoyancy.  the faces slanted, sediments and some marks documenting shipwrecks.  glancing of light on parts blocked or not, and the river full of bodily extremities which the rector had pruned as part of the normalization program.

- i am code, the rector suddenly said to his vizier, having digested half of his sceptre.

- what?

- i am code.

- what do you mean, you are code?

- i just know it's true.

- ok.

epaxial shinbones, thought shamhat the overseer, still sopping from her swim.  what could it mean.  that the leg and the spine were no longer at odds, that peace on earth could be achieved through unprecedented mutilation.  maybe this was belief, she thought, water dripping from her face.  belief, that folds and tears in the vertebra, that chips away at the remains of what the foreigners had called your legs.  what do we call it now, she thought, without the normalization program which made for (if nothing else) a picturesque river tableau.

in the tramway, apostrophes.  in the convolution of minutes and hours if there were winding roads, cries, or the glistening of adenoids it couldn't be said.  shampoo had drastically dropped in price and this had put entire towns out of work.  pins had been ported in from the border in order to reintroduce scrutiny and agony in the academy.  the schoolmaster could not see education as a possibility without the recrimination of the prospective scholar.

- with your flesh, he said.

- what?  i thought this was learning?

the mountains, over time, collapse completely into the streams.  nothing remains of helicopters but their myths and some doctored footage.  you were told that there were wars, and death.  now you believe in sitting, and organizing your living room to match your collection of books.

- sitting and books, shamhat thought.  i've only been able to excel at travelling by water to the realm of death - original, yes, but not entirely practical.  if i were to rule the world, the entire populace would be taught to sit.  kids would grow up dreaming they'd be able to sit when they're older.  or become firemen, she thought, if there were fires we would definitely need firemen.

the rector finished the last bite of his sceptre.  he looked up at his vizier.

- what are you doing tomorrow?

- i didn't have any plans

- wanna watch a movie?

- ok but i get to pick it.  last time when you picked it was that ridiculous -

- ok ok i don't wanna hear it.  you pick.

electra was told she could not take the ferry back.

- sorry, this is river of death.

- what do you mean?

- i dunno

- what about the carrots?

as part of the normalization program, she was disassembled.  her parts were clipped into the magnification board.  the recrimination of debt, they whispered, pouring in the liquid sealing solution which gelled her parts into place.  the formulators of belief assembled the river vessel that would ship the disassembled landscape back to the mainland.  the rector could be found at any time, by locating the highest concentration of cows.

the puzzle was assembled as a hemisphere, which then over time would crumble into what closely resembled a mountain.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

from codework to codwearc

codework takes the functional idea of code - a language that allows human to computer speech - and works to analyze it within itself.  computer code only has meaning when and if understood by a computer.  codework looks into the nature of that language and, at its best, gives place for an analysis of that language, as opposed to looking at it as an abstracted layer that operates hardware in a certain manner.  on a basic level, it admits that humans can read the code and have responses to it, try to make it beautiful in some way, and so on - with the existence of that code as a given, what would a fictionalized version of it look like?

it is akin to building a fictional trope off instructional manuals, dictionary formats, alphabetical lists - a script that has a certain function and a resultant semiotic byproduct.  to take that byproduct as a substrate for formulating a new form of writing.  but in trying to find a ground zero of engagement in computer writing, we choose code (and not an instructional manual) because, in software ontology, the nature of that writing is ostensibly fundamental.  it does not stake claims for symbolic diagrams, circuit design schematics, physical descriptions of circuit activity, or many other possibilities.  it engages with software as it is already text and as it takes certain forms.

so it chooses to isolate elements as a representative sample of what is a kind of computer engagement.  this is a question that needs to be continually pressed.  from writer to writer the answers vary, as they do and will in the microhistory of the web.  for mary ann breeze this question condensed into a branded newspeak that mixes a visceral intensity with politics, feminism and selected pseudocode bits.  it is neologistic, interested in disjunction within the word, it is a writing on the extremes of the grotesque, the engaging, and the interface of the virtualized performance world and its fleshly remains.  for alan sondheim this involves inhabiting the network, subjectivizing its world, and exploring work as much as performative process as its products.  phenomenological philosophy, avatar ruminations, poetry, experiments, pseudophysics-oriented tangents, virtual dance and sound are all unified into a practice that considers that engages with the languages of the web personally and aesthetically.  for lo_y, it is an ephemeral, nameless practice, whose minimalism and anti-aestheticism takes the self-referentiality of what "codework" implies to its logical conclusion and foregrounds a more general consideration of semiotics and communicative language.  through noise glitch pictures and non-semantic code-like texts lo_y explodes the attempts of indicative language, hearkening back to nonsensical practices of the past, including conceptual mainstays of western poetics, through the fetishization of code to foreground a system of noise semiotics which is as applicable to end-users and writers as it is to computer scientists.

codework has an affinity to net-born categories (new aesthetic, asemic poetry) in that it bypasses the academic framework for the world of the artist-run, the practitioner-defined, the manifesto and artist's notebook.  it is a term coined by sondheim that refers to a range of writers that on the hand can be said to share a common ground of questions and various solutions, and on the other that unifies (like all such categorical divisions) a group of artist-writers that have quite distinct practices.  the term - work, a general category for artist creation is termed with code, and why code?  because in asking the question, what is the difference between a literary work for the screen and not the book (or anything else), this is one of the concepts we can consider.  but at what point does this archeological essentialism break down?  if the book is about the manufacture, binding, and printing onto paper, should book-based works ultimately be about this? what is the fundamental reference for the web and computer-based work, is it the software on the system, the architecture of the computer, the physical science of its possibility, the theory of that possibility?   moreoever what is the essence of web language?  the multimedia, the web 2.0 network, user experience, community-driven content, pop and fan sites, porn and shock sites - what is its defining characteristic, what separates it from other media, what is the best way to talk about it?  increasingly, the web is a space not just for coders, but for the everyday user, the citizen user, the parents that wouldn't have built themselves a web page in the 90s have a facebook profile in 2012.  the questions of particular, computationally-focussed language, becomes one of general language use, code sequences are generalized into memes, viral links, pseudo-oral chats, instant tweets, images that are one-liners of humour, inspiration or information.  the user-world merges with the pop world, the postcommercial world of social media networks - the language is as immediate and colloquial as a social gathering, and trapped in a corporate space of data mining and ad revenues.  the coder looms over this world and among this world as the architects and engineers do cities, and the bookbinder does the print world - a minority, yet indispensable and configuring the scientific possibilities of what their medium affords.

codwearc offers possibilities in terms of the interface of codework with this increasingly user-driven environment.  it is a false back-formation of codework into pseudo-old english.  it suggests that codework itself is a later manifestation of a more traditional practice, which could simply be called media-specific writing.  in the time of the germanic tribes, this may have been stone or other perishable materials, in the post-christian period this became scribal manuscripts.  further it can be generalized to pyramids, to architectures, to scrolls, to whatever could afford inscription and serve as written forms to that language.  its false history generalizes the idea of code, the idea of a symbol system both particular to a medium (ie. etching to a stone, ink tech for a book) and reflective of semiotic ordering.  what is a critical reflection of code now also responds to the superstructure of those blueprints, the social media world where pluralities of language exist, throttled into a memescape of the popular and banal.  codwearc projects a more general past into the future, resurrecting the neo-oral in the chat room, generalizes critical code into the oblique in language, to noise, to nonsense, to the mirrors of the pornographic and atrocious, now available in bite-sized meme-packets.  it is a category that exists through its self-satire and mockery, that pays tribute to code in its use as archeological metaphor, and points to a more general picture that gives perspective on its particularity.  the code it uses is naive, minimalist, and full of glitches - it reduces media-specificity to its absurd endpoint the way that the white cube gives us the essence of the sculptural.  it recodes the asemantic output of the past into a picture of generalized media-specificity - where pictures, videos, sounds, code and language all coalesce into the banal, the socially remixed, the networked and the nonsensical.  the word itself is difficult, noisy, unpronounceable - if its pseudohistory is missed, its foreignness is garnered, in either case failing to successfully refer, opening this question up in general terms.

lo_y forms a bridge between a logical reduction of the codeworked, to the noisy state of the social network. warnell, while skipping the absurdist move of codework as unworking codelike text, re-emerges as a social network performer, remixing others, playing into specific social spaces in blogger and myspace, and blurring the lines between work, comment, conversation and practice documentation.  his oblique and computerly pictures become an epitomy of blogger-specific social artworks, and his practice of eschewing the conference-network for the user-network an example of a post-fluxus engagement that blurs writing, reading, exchange and reception, all while largely bypassing the publishing or exhibiting system.  writers such as carmen racovitza epitomize this state, doing found work, remixing the work of others, performing the aesthetically banal and raising everyday comments to a state that is hard to dissociate from artistic performance, and literary events that are both somewhat quotidian and somewhat formalized.  her work apes each network she inhabits, mirrors its architectures and cannot be considered in isolation from it.  her themes match her practice, her conversation her aesthetic, ordinary language has never had a better case study, and the banal, contingent, plagiaristic and parasitic would be hard pressed to find a more sophisticated model.

this context opens up relations beyond these common interfaces - writing now becomes a networked practice, collaboration is a given, and common distinctions dissolve.  the interdisciplinary and technically-specific work of a miekal and becomes high-lighted in this regard, both foreshadowing its practice and responding to it through collaborative engagements.  whereas flarf writers come from the book world to codiy a small aspect of the novelty of the web, and concisely demonstrates a more robust practice that far predated it and was compatible with far more of the web's networks and possibilities.  intergenral writers like faucher find a home, writing books of fiction, philosophy, radicalized poetry and every hybrid in between.  the interdisciplinarian that could not easily exist before thrive in the multinymic and remixable environment of the web - the intergenral borges, oulipian, or experimentalist becomes a mainstay in informing a transformative stylist such as faucher.  kierkegaard and his pseudonymous stylings become a central consideration, whether when looking at the meteoric web appearance/disappearance of an august highland, with his many writing names, or in studying the chameleon career of a talan memmot, where video, hyperfiction, theory and conceptualism all marry and remix into a practice that constantly reinvents its subject and culminates in the sophisticated and ironic genius of the underacademy.  the writing of matina stamatakis, working through blogs, blog compilations, collaborative spaces, using text and graphics to create a visceral and poetic aesthetic whose subject is suitably liminal to be just outside the book world, as it is revelatory within the multifareous spaces of the web.  there is no code here, although such metaphors are existed in her collaborative work with faucher, instead this work is, like all listed here, a more general response that exists in close response to the web as semiotic platform and postcode playspace for parasitic and collaborative performance and creation.

all of this exists in tandem with the recent explosions of gif art, tumblr communities, facebook groups and other such collaborative art networks, blurring the distinction between art and writing.  the tools have created a secondary space, the protocol world is the social network for these end-users, for the naive to the intentionally banal, these users map out a folk art for the youtube generation, a fluxus for the 4chan troll.  blogs such as the remix become exemplary in this transition, mixing elements of functional code engagement with an authorless ethic, a plagiaristic practice, and a unique combination of hi and low-fi.  though flash has predominated on the blog, the founder himself, randy adams, works in graphics and sound and invites other practitioners regardless of technical expertise.  this blog marries the sophistication of latter-day code activities, with the hi-fi aesthetic of flash coming to dominate, with a collective and banal world of pictures, community, remixes and parasitic engagement.  it marries the somewhat controlled environment of the self-contained site, with mixes and references which leak into the world of general use, of a lack of expertise and of democratized participation.  such collective blogs have become the hallmark of this social space - with marco giovenale's fluxishare, the now-defunct taking the brim, the largely french language collective nuls, which have now migrating into facebook picture-sharing environments such as the asemic poetry group and spidertangle.  all of these take cues from the listserv world of codework genesis, often operating in tandem, and favour collective, open networks of posting and response over formalized presentations of work to external viewers.  perhaps this is what codework is and was essentially about, the networked aspect, where the pseudo-code quality of the writing was secondary.  codwearc then revels in its inapplicability, in how it does not fit - all this merely says that there is some unnameable practice, that the common and folk aspects of art and general creation cannot be differentiated at all, that people in "real life" and those on the web cannot be distinguished and that this sort of networked practice is not a net phenomenon but a common one. yet it is here in this post-corporate space of manufactured profiles and "personal" space that such a connection needs to be reaffirmed, sidestepping that ever ephemeral case for newness.

codework, the appreciation of that category, however vague and bound to certain rather distinct practices, highlights, both in theoretical absurdity and networked practice, what leads effectively into work that is closely associated with the protocols of its possibility - from the material technologies that give it birth, to the software databases that allow its social milieu to further proliferate.  in either case, the definitions fail to come about except in conjunction to practice and say little beyond an attempted pointer to its makers and inhabitants.  the search for the defining aspects of an environment fuel our search, but it is only stumbling that makes one get noticed and another glossed over.  the codwearcer doesn't know theory or how to spell in english, but the noise inherent in his or her avoidance of recognizable channels makes for the perfect counterpart and jammer of the network space.  not so much a definition, no, as some probes that collapse some other definitions and call attention to some activity that will collapse more.

Friday, May 25, 2012

shrugging was in style

the irreparable invariance which
extricate <devian==
                      in chroma, styp

                                                                 it was heterogeny
         fawn            tox

beam cage sleek
                aeronautics is the science of
                     boom scowl morphemic
                            enactment radials

antiphon, godless stumble of the sleek
            bore a praxeological boon to
               pop frisk chain

                            at the hangover mart
                             at the tryptic              abrade

outlawed             rain concept parachute
               the escape is measured in neodymium commissions

commisions they have given me money to bear away the winds, the make a deal with the doorbell never ever to answer the door unless in a grecian thunderstorm
sidle tears assume

the shrugging, the simony
           the expansion which the excitable class sanctioned
wrong fathered of bale
                the wily nuclear (ritz divan
          oh the rag of the lyric
          the worn tines of the sand dunes as they spoke of love as scattered to mountains
          which taper away with gusts
          which affection is sediment and grain

detection syndrome blur  ((((((((((((((((((correction decked in play

jazz choral
vessels in blight

Friday, August 26, 2011

An Example of a Limit Graph

the fundamentals of mistranslation - the lost language - the blank - parody essence of comic - the ahistorical - presentism - here and now epicurean, immanence - the limit of empiricism - the surface - fashion - orientalism

The surface - comedy the face, tragedy the obverse - both constitute the empirical

Someone tells me a joke. I then, in turn, tell that Sabda (speech) to someone else. I am questioned whether I have the right to tell that joke. I explain that I obtained the rights the previous afternoon. My questioner nods in assent and allows me to tell the punchline.

The late Vedic period holds speech as nitya, and in an interaction with artha (a kind of meaning). In the speech act, the particular, reference is dissolved into performance, or the reference becomes created through an action (an analog to sacrifice - two is pronounced man and wife through a similar abstract-magical operation as those ritually consecrated. Where is time in performance, in the performances of Saint Augustine's treacherous past, in the performances of the scholar-priest who defines and limits with words, but words here spoken.

The word spoken, and the relaying of that word's telephone game follows inevitable distortion. Whatever he or she had said, I didn't quite get it, but still you'll relay something (the transfer from subject to object). Bearing truth in lektons, some contortion is passed along. Someone asks you to write it down. Okay, you say, but it won't be the same.

The naming of things. In the beginning, there were a bunch of people and some things without names and one ingenious group that mouthed om which beat everyone to the punch by naming everything. What is worse, categories or no categories? The categoritians began to point at things and say gavagai, to which their companions replied that what they said depended on their presuppositions of space and time and who knows, maybe they were like those people with all those verbs that Borges or his copyists talked about. So no one can agree what's named what, but they don't have anything else to do, so they keep pointing at stuff and saying things and nodding and running around.

It might be said that the language of this people - lost now and attested only in a few undeciphered documents - was truly the lost generation that all the hip Americans (in Paris when it was cool) were talking about. This alienation, human from tree, squirrel from sky, rock from ocean, was the inherent blank in their conversations. Was it a parody? Was everything supposed to be funny, merely to mock the idea that any reference was possible (and the resultant play a collective joke to be enjoyed by participants and vex those outside of it - such as the scholars of today) - or was it rather that this interminable uncertainty was a cause for severe disturbance? One, driven to despair, began to sculpt a large mound, to the frenzied cries of those around him.

The Americans, after have returned, declared that this soil was no longer theirs - that now they saw that America was a big sham and that they'd have to start writing novels about how lame America was which would in turn be honoured by both them and their country. What matters is what happens here and now. Whitney explained that he didn't need your crummy book-learning, that his Vak (in anointed Brahmans) and Davincian nature-attack complex was enough to reconfigure things. He could build anything they said - but this story when retold was distorted and no one really understood, though there was a statue later on that they kept seeing on their way to wherever (it didn't really look like him, but then no one of that generation knew what he looked like, nor does anyone now). Here and now, in the repentant world of the Augustan polemicist, were all those Georgian problems of food and power (now solved through the grace of gadgets) that caused the saint to wield a punctum in attacking the infidels, all those who questioned the devout intuition of the regretful now. The worldly that abnegated the worldly. And all confessed in an object (with all its disagreements) reified into spawn by subsequent generations.

For all our successful misinterpretations of what was said, we present the superficial as the non-reference of the appearance (which determines the considerable) - how taking up the cross-fertilization of cultures (one word to another, objects mixed up therein) fails to adequately tell a present. But so what? People talk, they get things done, whatever abstruse construct you are proposing life goes on, people do their thing and act and accomplish different things. So it is - in miscommunicating a ramble only hopes might perform an injunction into locations where it has no right. And the joy of the superficial relates this immediacy, whose ridicule rings at once in the ears of the attendant at the performance.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Don Cherry Model for Discussing the Vancouver Hockey Riots: With Particular Focus on His Fashion Sense

What follows is an attempt to supplement the current popular, journalistic and critical ideas concerning the riots - as with any discussion of pop culture and fandom, the crucial difficulty lies in the fair representation of any demographic at the consumerist hub of the entertainment network (from gushing and manic MTV fans to militant hockey/sports fans) - especially when they become the immoral mob as in this case. In grappling for any sense-making framework, it might be that the best models are provided by the entertainment itself. Following this assumption, and much as Virgil was Dante's guide through the epic circles of Hell, Don Cherry shall be my guide through the fashion-imbued technopolis of rock'em sock'em hockey.


These notes rely heavily on the following two brilliant works: "Transcendental Technique, Don Cherry's Fashion Philosophy and the Unspeakable" and "The Vancouver Riot Considered as Covert Fashion Performance"


"What is the relation of idiocy to resistance?" - pseudo-Montaigne, while in Dumdrudge (a place where dumb people drudge away - silently as befits their description)


Weissnichtwo - a city whose spiritual forces are sufficiently universal so as to make it impossible to different one location from the next - geographical specificity evaporates into mystical identity.


Teufelsdrockh's fashion-based philosophy holds that meaning lies ultimately in the phenomenal (compare Mach), and so a fashion epistemology works to pry apart textile semantics with the superficial as the fundamental - ontology shifts by changing your outfit, and the collective episteme is grounded through the latest style of boots. Potential and belief are similarly just misinterpretations of surfaces, whose material glance flashes in amplitude, saying little before shapeshifting and calling again for new tools of analysis. What we mean then with objects (which we don) becomes a microanalytical affair - the attention to the latest earring style and blazer colour provides the most substantial means to uncovering whatever is meant by profundity.


Don Cherry's clothes philosophy is expressed not through a secondary creation, but through the act, not through theory, but through praxis. Meanwhile, his overt activity is of a character that is completely naive in regards to his fashion genius. Indeed, it is even a personality (if there could be one) that would be systematically opposed to such a cultivation. Or is it that such an opposition is impossible and one is sublated, like Kierkegaard's Hegelian shoe-maker, into wardrobe-dominated submission (Forord)? We can already hear the contrarian cries of protest from the nudist.

If the "communist light" pinko ( is a kind of hippie-socialist (that may, on occassion, take the time to embrace a tree or two), then the anti-Cherryan is ultimately a nudist. But if we take political opposition by getting dressed, how should we dress? It is this fundamental political question that is addressed by fashion.


The Enemies of Clothing:

The Christian naturist holds that much of Christianity is gravely mistaken, and God was in fact displeased with Adam and Eve for covering up with fig leaves. For them, nakedness is next to Godliness. Likewise, the dig ambar ascetic (whether hindu or jainist) was apparently naked, though they explained that they were in fact wearing the environment or akasha (dig "sky" ambar "wearing") which was such an entirely logical argument, that dissenters had to agree. That they could not take off the sky was never brought up, and the name has stuck since. Some such gymnosophists retreat to rec beach or the evergreen forests to their tree-houses - these people are variously called the hylobioi or aranyaka. Their avant-garde hippyism is the bane of all skillful fashion designers around the world - their heresy denies the noumenal power of clothing and attempts to refute it in debates by both refusing to reply and then proceeding to take their clothes off (compare the recent feminist oulipo performance reported by B Mori). The ancient geographer Strabo explains that the hylobioi live in tree-houses and subsist on leaves and fruits, while abstaining from women and wine. However, much like the digambar monk, who's wearing the sky, Strabo further reports that they are "clothed with garments made of the bark of trees (Strabo XV, I, 60). We can see the nudist argument already beginning to fall apart.

The middle ages spoke of "Bragmanni" (possibly a distortion of the Vedantic Brahmin) who apparently were nude, cave-dwelling wise men who were heavy on moralistic utterances and weak on fashion statements. The identity of this somewhat obscure group blends sometimes with the Gymnosophists (these semantic overlaps can be further explained by how each group represented a (mis)translation of members of the indian priesthood). These peoples, like the sky clad (exemplary in whom is Mahavira himself), practiced a moralism that resisted giving in to body demands for ease and property. This dogmatism systematically blinded them from the ontology of textiles, rendering their philosophy as superficially insubstantial as it was weak in style advice.

The naturists, the enemies of the clothed, collectively forgot one key element in their noble attempt to shirk the habits of banal civilization: that the lack of clothing and decision to wear none is also a fashion decision, indeed possibly the most axiomatic one. Thus through their own denial, the nudist becomes the exemplary fashion philosopher and further shows that any attempted denial of the essence of fashion leads to a philosophy that exemplifies it in the most fundamental way. What you can't escape you epitomize.


The ridiculous, here, becomes intensified, not in the name necessarily of laughter however, but in the name of a kind of hypertragedy, whose physical manifestation is a collective destruction. Who is responsible? How does it relate to one particular person without being entirely hyperbolic and overwhelming?

The situating of the commercial media, or "spectacle" or whatever term you like, is of course important, but one must be careful in describing those participating. As a counterexample I will use the following article: ( I quote a passage from it below:

"It was necessary for a thinking person to ask: of all the things to hype, why hype NHL hockey, which is an exclusively macho and irrationally violent entertainment product? But even to ask the question “why this rather than something else” was a form of unsportsmanlike treason. Indeed, donning Canucks ware – a de facto-compulsory uniform – was not only fashionable and sexy, but an act of obedience to the State."

In this passage, NHL hockey is "an exclusively macho and irrationally violent entertainment product" and those who participate in wearing its symbolic fashion products do so out of "obedience to the State". Now let us take the stereotypical rioter - the 20-something intellectually-challenged disgrace of a boy from the bridge and tunnel quarters. The fact that this is always a caricature will only help our critique. Does this morally reprehensible kid ever choose to hype NHL hockey? Does he don a team's Jersey out of "obedience to the state"? We already know he's an idiot, so he's certainly not the "thinking person" referred to in the question. So the budding suburbanite commercial clone is not the right audience for this type of analysis - it is directed at critique and change and directed at those capable of seeing hockey for the commercial product it is. But what happens when we try to include this key demographic in the description? This young man who is "macho and irrationally violent" - this is not a thing that theoretical analysts decided one day to invent through the entertainment media and can change by simply putting out another product, but a type of arguably immoral male behavior that manifests in Hockey as well as a host of other areas (contact sport, boxing, UFC and more crucially practical pursuits like war and law enforcement). The Marklean analysis then, brackets out the bridge and tunnel immoralist, discussing a discursive political and commercial media issue. The person is out of the picture - hockey not as a sport young boys want to play and others find exciting to watch, but rather the reactive action of pawns to macho, irrational and violent media hype with fans donning paraphernalia and watch games through state obedience. A system then largely mysterious to the hockey player or fan (and the logical follow-up that the analyst knows better much as the European who understands Africa better than an African) - naivist participation shy of systemics. The catalytic dichotomy is brought together in the revolutionary Chalcedonian monistic dualism of Don Cherry. Just as Jesus unified and maintained the dualities of the human and divine in Anatolius' Council, so Cherry unifies the dual roles of fashionista and philosopher while maintaining a coherent and singular Cherry nature. On the one hand he presents a durational representation of his embodied hockey culture and on the other an (mis)exposition of the fashion surrounding the game. Technoetic discursion simplifies the issue and eliminates the agent - instead there is a rejection of the game as state compulsion, with an accelerated or amplified sectioning of behavioristic tendencies. Secondly, the accompanying "fashion of obedience" becomes inverted as the key positive formulation of a philosophy of the phenomenal and particular. This most banal end-product becomes the essential epistemological ur-concept which shall delineate our descriptive understanding.


The spectacle system is not just images but, following Debord, people's relations mediated by images. But if we don't describe the people in question in any faithful way (or we describe the people we wish they were, or would rather describe), the emphasis turns away from specificist demography towards a system of abstraction in which one academic systemization is as good as another.


The secondary nature of entertainment absorption is underwritten not by an a priori commercial presence, but by a persistent and multiple generation of the ridiculous. The tragedy is generated not through systems that act on people, but the plurality of human activities that efface specific agency (this is the subject's manifestation of the absurd) whose epiphenomenon may have the appearances of machinic agency - but this myth is actually grounded by a reality that, in Nietzsche's terms, is human all too human. The comic, in this case, services the one-dimensional character to become not a cause for hilarity, but a reply in a rather incomprehensible and violent denouement. In technoesis, the human is easy to forget, yet invisibility does not mean non-existence. (The applies both in alterity and the ultra-conservative - in both cases the particular person is eliminated in favour of the system which becomes effective by virtue of mass)


Vaucanson's contributions to fashion are nigh immeasurable, yet can perhaps be reduced to two key creations. The first was the Canard Digérateur, a mechanical duck that could eat grain, digest it and defecate, a computational being so impressive that Voltaire claimed that, without it, "vous n'auriez rien qui fit ressouvenir de la gloire de la France." The glory of France was contingent on the defecations of the computational duck. But perhaps most magnificent of all was Vaucanson's work in pioneering programmable fashion, whose plastic nylon existence is absolutely integral to understanding both the instantaneous radical originality and shifting in contemporary fashion, as well as its unparalleled instant sameness. Computational fashion allows for a global fashion movement in next to no time, with everyone wearing absolutely identical outfits thanks to their programmable nature. Vaucanson's invention amplifies fashion's philosophical utility which has accelerated ever since. The invention was an automated, punch-card operated loom, whose designs could be entered beforehand through a system of hole patterns which permitted needle passage, creating the exacy same garment over and over. Moreover, Vaucanson's technical focus on the brass tracks of applied science makes him all the more exemplary for an age of fashion whose aesthetics relies increasingly on its corresponding science. Likewise, the philosophy of clothing can be said to ultimately be the territory of the engineer or manufacturer, for the necessary prerequisite to any garmant philosophy is the presence of a garmant - a presence which relies on the practical producer or ur-philosopher, of whom Vaucanson is a forefather.


Hybrid fashion and Don Cherry's precursors:

Pre-Cherryan fashion is chiefly represented in the practice of cross-dressing. Achilles, in order to hide from Odysseus because he didn't want to go to war, got his mom (Thetis) to dress him up like a woman in Lycomedes' court. It didn't work, but nonetheless Achilles' work in autofeminization set him/her as a trailblazer in what has become the exemplary mode of anti-fashion disruption. Further, Achilles exhibits a kind of metafashion, that is, fashion conceptualism which questions the very act of fashion - this move, we shall see, becomes central to the genealogy which grounds Cherry's performances. Cherry is hockey's most successful inheritor of the cross-dressing tradition.

Even before Achilles, Heracles was punished for murder by Omphale who made him dress up like a woman and do "women's work". No doubt Omphale's decision was enacted through the realization that any effective moral punishment must simultaneously be a statement of revolutionary fashion sense. Eastwards, during the Agnytbaas or exile, Arjuna masked his identity and became "Brihannala" and took to teaching dance for a year. Both espionage and the criminal system find their order in the proper garment, which in turn defines identity and one's own being (a point, finally, successfully beaten to death by Shakespeare in virtually every comedy he wrote).

It is not just fiction that informs Cherry's practice, but also history. Certain Christian Desert Fathers were actually women, such as St. Mary of Alexandria, whose design skill was so formidable that she was tried and found guilty for illicitly impregnating a woman - a secret kept until death at which time the judge realized a legal mistake had been made. Catalina de Erauso ("La Monja Alferez") was known as the military fighter Alonso Diaz Ramirez de Guzman. After a successful career abroad and having revealed herself, she gained special permission from the pope to keep wearing men's clothing. Both these pioneering heroines were as intrepid in their political transgressions as they were seamless in their ability to concoct an effective disguise. Textile skill is essential to political revolution and transgression. Their cross-dressing ways set the historical precedent for a critique of the technoetic environment, where the surface of fashion pervades everything, and its philosophy (and practitioners in the likes of Don Cherry) become high stakes endeavours.


In the end, a move from the megamedia hype sport to a greater cultural plurality, but in composing a text one might be cognizant of the general trends and the under-represented, which for any argument becomes the crucial instance of emphasis. The age of pseudo "pure media" inverts the ultranormalized as the outlier. The conflation of resistance and superlative compliance blend into the object.


"To the living, fashion defends the rights of the corpse." - Arcades Project, Benjamin "The fetishism that succumbs to the sex appeal of the inorganic is its vital nerve." - ibid

Notice here that the technical thing (ostensibly "dead") becomes the crucial site on which to ground a resistance of style. To defend the corpse we cannot rely on any life-affirming system, which ultimately effaces the needs of superficiality - rather, we must adhere to the transcendent or dead - this adherence can be properly defended only by a philosophy imbued with the shallow qualities of fashion - its essence is object-orientated, and its human relevance is precisely in relating what is the inert and objectified to the living. The recovering of the technical will be crucial in excavating the person from amidst the objectified rubble, much as any restaking of personhood must work against the objectifying trends which efface it. The system of fashion, as Benjamin states, is by its nature befitted for just such a resurrection.


fashion and the crowd - the mode of objects and inauthenticity - the constitution of the effective political act, the constitution of the completely ineffective. Here we fail to implicitly assume in regards to the moral properness of action in general, which would unfortunately create an identical opposing totalization which falls prey to the same exclusions (of x type of person or life) that are critiqued. We cannot step outside the event, its meaninglessness, its reprehensible directionless banality in favour of the entirely ideal without skirting the issue entirely. Rather we are stuck to deal with what is at hand - the crowd, the disgusting suburbanites, the vicissitudes of fashion in technoesis - in other words, this is us, not some alien civilization we can usefully judge from planet theory, what theorizing we do do must be pressed firstly for its actual delineation of our actions which a complete relegation to the purely mediated, while likely sense/myth-making, leaves specific agents (save as media-warped automata) absent. The understanding of the banality of evil is understanding how, far from an empirically-describable set of "evil" features (whether head bumps or personality traits), you too (as in the original Oedipus drama) can be implicated in its blundering.


Hockey is on the one hand the activity of participants in hockey-like behavior, and on the other a culture of symbols relating to its action. The symbols - such as the hockey jersey of a given team - crossover into the realm of fashion, and invest the sports clothing with social presence (of a continuum between coherence and absurdity depending on your participatory investment).

Don Cherry's suits are an ironic homage to the cult of the uniform, if not the beloved hockey home team jersey, then the paraphernalia of proper business and corporate excellence. The flamboyance of the anti-business suit marks an ironic identification with the newscaster, producer, and the entertainment complex in general which circumscribes the hockey industry. As a hardcore, naivist representative of good, old-time hockey, Cherry's anti-fashion represents a parody of the superfluous media circumscriptions of hockey in the mission to further preserve the untainted essence of the game - and its authentic symbols. The media symbol is mocked, while the hockey symbol is reinforced and/or recovered. Thus Cherry is a symbol of the naive transgressor, whose suit choices echo either a mysterious annoyance or pleasing anomaly in the viewer more concerned with play-by-play than the current state of fashion theory.

Likewise, Cherryan fashion can be recovered in the antagonism of opposing teams (and the mixing therein in trades or in the Vancouverite returning home in a Boston uniform) and the violence of that cross-over. The difference, on the ice, between the good and the bad is dictated entirely by clothing symbols (one that would be lost, for instance, in the original gymnasia, where players would risk both frostbite and their moral identity) - likewise the wearing of one team's symbols versus another is enough for friendship or emnity respectively. But to call this "fashion" might insult the hockey fan who sees donning the jersey instead as a sign of dedication and respect for a given team (barring those that pick it merely for the colours or style, which more easily fits the fashion rubrick). The fan will describe it instead as an expression of the team s/he supports ("because I'm a Bruins fan") - it is not a shirt for itself, but a reference to a practice engaged in by the wearer. Now, however absurd one might think fandom is, for the user it is as real as any reality definition can discover and to understand its culture - as in any fashion - one must consider the social circumstances which make any seemingly banal fashion choice the most fit of available decisions, on however a microsociological scale.

Behaviour in the NHL player demographic (men, 18-40ish - a demographic also present in fans) comes to a head when its symbolic massification is put to task in high stakes games - the corollary that "all rioters were foreign imports who came just to riot", and "the riots had nothing to do with hockey" are, however true, ultimately unverifiable and are a gloriously effective method of shirking all responsibility (the moral damnation of stupidville was not lacking in '94, and we see how it effectively quelled the 2011 destructive impulses of the dumb suburbanite demographic (who alternate their time between reading political analyses and bashing their heads against the wall) - ineffectual damnation competes well with directionless delinquency for a prime spot on the useless-to-society list)

Particulars in question:

Is hockey the best thing, as viewer or player, for this demographic to engage in? If they don't do this would they do something otherwise, and if so what? Would it be, as discussed before, another sport, nothing, or join the more violent ranks of society by going to war and/or enforcing law? Does violent sport, as an early 20th century pacifist claimed, avoid war by channelling aggressive energy to a realm of play? A perspective might hold that all males in the proper social circumstances will not need an outlet, as achieved for example through social limitation/cultivation of certain practices to whatever degree. Is the best way to deal with violence to eliminate it and discourage it at all levels or to try to provide an outlet for it? These prickly questions are underwritten by the essential aspect of our current symbolic code - as we saw earlier, nudism is the fundamental expression of fashion obsession and we see now that the Greeks, sporting in the nude, were the most dedicated fashionistas. It is this dedication to ritual garb which informs the cohesion and general acceptance which our fashion system lacks - the Cherryan model helps us to see that it is not the repudiation of the superficial that is essential, but rather the reconstitution from the phenomenal sense-base of the surface, which is our only access-point both to generate acceptance, and/or incur revolution as desired or needed.


The ultimate question plaguing those we might care about Wednesday's events is this: how can we prevent a riot? If the culprit is the media apparatus, how do we deal with this? What is it exactly, and what people will be left if there were no people to begin with? The result is piecemeal. The first question is of a behavioral type and the societal obligation to admit and deal with it, even though it may be "idiotic" (recall here Pindar, and the ritualistic aspect in Zeus' Olympics as well as elsewhere in the Mayan ball game, etc - or conversely the privation of such an admission as in certain Christian and Buddhist systems). The peculiar halfway point of these reconciliations of the personal/social (read stupid/cultured) is a system of cultural denigration and commercial permission, in which the unsanctioned behaviour inevitably turns outwards without any specific target since any non-cultural target is as good as another (in this prevailing non-culture it is the non-personal (that is, collectively and pragmatically useful) piece of technology that is epitomized). Who is the culprit? Clearly not "us", but rather those horrible, amoral, idiotic bridge and tunnel subhumans. This is of course quite odd, seeing as everyone knows they are stupid, and will punch anything that passes in front of them, but even more surprising was the fact that they were present in game seven and continued to act as stupidly as they always do. It's a disgrace too, as this time instead of staying quiet in their trailer, they embarrassed us on international media - for them to be a part of Vancouver, worse a representative part is going too far and needs to be publicly denounced constantly and at all costs. For better or worse, suburbanites are here, and they are increasing: they are voting conservative, they are not politically correct, they are unaware regarding global culture and politics, and they are definitive products of the commercial media. This is one of the great battles of contemporaneity, this increasingly systematic byproduct of global capital. To begin to broach this is not to denigrate, disown and despise the chief representatives and products of this accelerating system - it is in fact the opposite, to start from this perspective (the microsociological/particular/situated/local) because quite frankly the problems faced by this demographic ARE our problems and are the problems of our future (the yuppy moralism of a yaletown will serve us less in this regard).


The hockey player as male pop star - the inversion of this alienation (the Marilyn Monroe syndrome) constitutes our essential problematic - how the periphery defines the normal and that in turn is itself peripheral (to the original periphery). In either case the question of the system is coupled with the particular agent in which the strange anomaly is the jingoistic anti-whatever moralism vs the alienated mainstreamer (a reverse-exclusionism as in the academic sphere). Any convention of the critical apparatus is liable to this, the translative question of what hopes to be addressed (how many of the proletariat know what a proletariat is) and moreover creates a forum for an actual reply (you can just see the Surrey kids scrambling to read the latest critical works on the Cup finals).


The subsequent question looks at the symbolic culture of hockey and how it is increasingly focussed on the technical-commercial aspects of its mass existence. In this Don Cherry is key. Don Cherry is hyperbolically for all that old-time, nitty-gritty hockey stands for. But everything about his media presence is anomalous and an eyesore to anyone who appreciates media culture in its standards. As a child I thought Cherry seemed like the most unintelligent man in existence, everything was always solved by "grinding", and now I find him both garishly entertaining and almost ridiculous in his naivist nostalgia for some authentic version of hockey. Thus he interrupts the seemlessness of the hockey-entertainment stream (of which I was subject as a child) with a kind of idealism that serves as a constant counterfactual. Think what you will of Cherry, he is definitively for hockey in his formulation and interruptive of whatever cohesion the broadcaster wishes to portray: and all of this is typified in his wardrobe choices. Cherry is parodic of hockey as seemless media product, and a defender and reinforcer of the inherent value of its local symbology. He is a voice against communalized fashion and its slick technical surfaces - a loud, awkward, non-cerebral visceral man who wants to promote grinding, hitting and pet dogs, over say a fashion epistemology like this.

If fashion is the microsociological interplay between one person and another, where does the media business suit (or dress) fit in? It is not for anyone, rather it is a completely mediatized object that is for anyone and everyone - it is universalized dress that is good and appropriate anytime, anyplace. In the same way, the post-industrial metropolis is a universal rational model that is not specific to culture or creed, but is an open pragmatic system for anyone to partake in. Moreover, hockey is increasingly a "universalized sport" which is less about local cultural practice and symbolic meaning, and more about a consensual set of rules that are not specific to place, that are in the US or Canada, where players are related not to their hometown but to the market of franchise business trades - where in short, participation is judged on technical merit (not culture or geography) and is democratic as to who wishes to achieve that exemplary technique. The ethos of Ancient Olympic competition is more or less universalized in 20th/21th century sport, albeit with its cultural-ritual component more or less absent at its core. Thus hockey is a sport of technique, upheld by a technical system as is the urban metropolis or entertainment-media complex. But local attachment is inevitable. *After* the fact of commercial organization, national and local meanings are given to the hockey game. Recall for instance the trade of Gretzky - this was, through and through a business decision - Gretzky had been contracted as a valuable commodity that could win games, trophies and cups and thus seats and general paraphernalia sales, and was kept for that same reason. He was sold, not in betrayal of that, but for *precisely the same reason* - if something has what you surmise to be its peak market value, anyone with a modicum of business sense would sell. So what's the problem? The sport is in its essence a practical technical affair and for anyone invested in the post-technical cultural symbol of "Gretzky as Oiler" - myself as a child included - found that the trade inhuman, unreal and a brutal demonstration of illusion and powerlessness. What could a fan do? This was an irrelevant question. Pocklington made a business decision - you may become attached to a local store but it's the owner's business skill, and not your nostalgic attachment, that will determine whether or not it remains.

The second problem with the riots is this orientation of symbols, its fashion. If the symbol is meaningful (canucks uniform) then the opposing symbol is attacked (a boston uniform). But what about attacking your own city, its cars and stores, its corporate structures and public structures and worst, random people? This attack is not directed at anything in particular, it does not hold onto any culturally consistent symbols, it is quite literally an attack on any thing whatsoever, with the note that a publicity-grabbing object (big car fire, corporate store-front) is favourable. While certainly hockey as a local culture is not out of the picture, and bruins fans wouldn't be well-advised to run around insulting everyone in the riot crowd, if anything it was more an attack on "Vancouver" than Boston (thus both the people that claim "it's about hockey fans" and those that say it's not, to even those that claim all the rioters were imports - this is all moot and only emphasizes the blind ubiquity of the aggressive act). However local symbols were relatively unimportant, the attack was on what were simply large, targetable and common objects in the city, and things the general media might cover to hear the frustrated cry. This attack on miscellaneous technologies laid bare the actual underbelly of hockey not as a locally-determined sport for young athletes, but a technical megamachine whose operations and backlashes are pointed both nowhere and anywhere, and are for no one and anyone, transcribed into the open cultural slate of international communication technology, whose event coverage is democratized into the simple criterion of threshold volume (the amplitude sufficient for media travel).


In this we have the strange confusion of some between the rioters and "anarchist activists" - a common division would see the former as the ultra-normalized right-wing/conservative (or politically-oblivious) suburbanite, and the latter as a radical leftist who is consciously informed on politics. In other words, if we could draw opposites on the political spectrum, these would be decent candidates. But suddenly in the post-technical arena, we have explanations of how the riots were an expression of anarchism, how burning cars was a protest against oil use and destroying and looting corporate stores must have been some anti-corporate act. This does little to account for the more random acts of violence against other people (or say, against Bruins fans) but they serve to epitomize a contrary conflation: even if all those who made this connection were completely wrong, the potential connection still remains, if only as a completely random one. If it were in fact militant anarchists on the bend to combine protest with publicity stunt, the overlap of events to the uninformed viewer could have born similar appearances. Misinformation skews, loses and reinvents intention - radical change and normalization fight for the same cause of mainstreamed subversion. And the act is directed toward anything, against anything - protesters defend against association with simplistic mindlessness, and the mindless defend against suspect action.

Even the possibility of such an association inverts our critique and makes the brunt of our questions irrelevant. This subject, our embarrassment, who we wanted to shun with all our might, is now associated with the most radical perspective of change and anti-technological resistance? Of course this stance is thin, but it begs a reapprisal of certain questions - just what constitutes effective activism today (and how is that definitively different from the riots, keeping in mind many "less informed" people made just that association (ie G20 & Cup Riots)?

If, in a given scenario where certain voices are not addressed, in what mode can they effectively protest this? I have been part of activism that I found both effectual and ineffectual while still believing in the latter case in the potential of an additional voice, but what form should that take?

Moreover, if we want to damn this event, who exactly do we damn? And who do we damn without damning ourselves? The vicissitudes of technique drown the particular, one intention and its opposite merge in the ultimate boot synthesis of the Hegelian shoemaker, and this new pair of boots is fashionable and affordable enough for people of all economic classes and political persuasions. This consumerist delight is a further damnation where choice preceeds its phenomenal pseudochoice.


Thus the difficulty arises in the popular generation of X activity, followed by the post-technical amplification of that into the hyperbolic and indiscriminate. The paradox of consumerism is that massification normalizes control - but no matter how clever our rationalizations, nor however contingent the elements of choice involved, capital is unique in its radical banality where the feedback of the popular (again, however delimited) is crucial in systemic understanding (the focus group underlines this). The spectacle and its politics are relevant but only insofar as their popular referent (quite simply, what is the activity of the people in question?) is actully represented.


sport as non-cultural product (or post-technical cultural product - the amplification of one's own generative desire in turn as normalized obligation) - the corollary of technical fetishism in metropolitan fashion and sport - beliefs are directed at anything and retaliate indiscriminately


Don Cherry, as might be intimated by now, couched with his beloved dogs in the realm of the absurd, solves all these problems. In the first case, he is the rarely naive man who lives and breathes an almost religious version of "hard-hitting" hockey which he presents in a straight-up, tell-it-like-it-is manner. His charm is not in his intelligence, or even the sense or relevance he puts forth, but for the fact that, in all his obliviousness, he believes and lives what he says. Maybe we don't want that - we don't want hockey if that's what it is - that Cherry and his dogs are not for us - but the proposal of "Canada without Hockey" might be worse than the proposal to hear Cherry talk about dogs and types of grinding (or if nothing else, less likely to be viable in a popular manner).

In the second case, Don Cherry's wardrobe is the anti-media clown outfit par excellence. Everything depersonalized and corporatized in hockey takes a ridiculous form in Cherry's 100 watt metrosexual garb coupled with his YY chromosome epithets on hockey as medieval trial by might. Cherryan fashion theory poses bad taste as the antidote to media sterilization, and brute cacophony as the solution to the techniques of depersonalized statistical analytics.


To return to Vaucanson, it is the computational science of clothing which underpins this all. As a science, it is limited to open particulars, subject to continual modification - the accelerated advance of science is mirrored in the accelerated self-renovation of fashion. One's material possibility of overwritten rapid-fire aesthetic shapeshifting. The Machian phenomenalism of Teufelsdrockh is exemplified by a biosensationalism of epistemic foundations - the immediacy of observation upholds any secondary claim to mediated this or that. This fact applies pragmatically to science, as it does to the science (and its consequent aesthetic-material possibilities) of fashion designing. The conclusion, as the inception, is superficial, the comic flatness that embodies the tragic as hinted in the early paragraphs. As Rudolf Carnap says, "In science there are no 'depths'; there is surface everywhere."


note: I am not entirely alone in proposing a Cherryan framework of explanatory etiology for the riots. J Johnston has suggested that the big-screen amplification of Cherry's suits would likely have caused a mass para-epileptic fit (where the autonomous movement of the body's nerve system is not directed internally (as in the more commonly known type) but rather externally at whatever adjacent objects are in the immediate environment) which in turn would lead to the involuntary destruction of the city. This system admittedly has a parsimonious elegance that mine lacks, as it states in one sentence what I have a belaboured to intimate in a series of aphorisms. Notwithstanding, after some objective consideration, I have found it to be decidedly inferior to my system, as he does not, in any part of his system, make any mention of avian automata.