Cycled into work along the old railway line this morning. Always feels like a lovely, leafy wormhole to Harborne.
This morning I got a rosy ‘hello’ from a gent sipping an early export on joining the trail at Hagley road and a smallish dog made an embarrassing but enthusiastic attempt at killing my shoe.
It would have been better this evening when I was wired up with GPS, heart-monitor and mic to record my commute. All part of a crazy research project.
Normal relationship stuff is being unpleasantly spiked with international news this evening.
N flew out to visit her family for a couple of weeks this afternoon. Unfortunately, they happen to live in Tabriz, in Iran. This was supposed to be a sure win for the presidential challenger Mir Hossein Mousavi, it being his home town and an Azeri stronghold. The results didn’t come out that way and now there are kinda alarming clips on YouTube and Twitter echoing ominous retweets.
I’m sure the use of social media to circumvent political suppression in this instance is fascinating but I’d be happy with a simple text message right now.
…but I can’t help noticing that it’s a big deal at the moment. There’s this credit-crunch, global recession, economic crisis going on and we are all Having to Deal With It. Whether this means roughing it with supermarket beans, camping in the UK or whatever.
There’s the Economic Climate story where everything just happened. We couldn’t do anything about it. Best to just ride it out and not try to understand it.
My issue is this: hubris. We pretend we understand what is going on, we know how to fix it and have the power to do so. By ‘we’ I mean, of course, the people charged with sorting it out.
There’s this thing called The Market which by recent consensus is a very good way of generating wealth. It seems to work without anyone being in charge. Competition tosses out the inefficient and irrelevant (and maybe immoral in ethically-aware times) to leave the best players, provisionally. It’s an evolutionary system where much loved brands can go to wall without appeal. It’s ruthless, continuous and it scales.
And now it’s gone all wrong.
This cues the Reckless Bankers story. A whole bunch of bankers started making risky gambles on a bunch of clever stuff we don’t fully understand and, what do you know — it all went a bit tits-up. Banks, unlike hardware stores, can’t be allowed to go under. They are immunised from market forces. The bosses walk away with big, swinging bonuses. They also take the blame whilst the goverments come to save us and bring the good times back.
I don’t buy it. Here’s my story.
Artificial wealth was created and compounded by layers of unaccountability. Indeed, it was in no-one’s interest to break the loop. The initial borrowers wanted the stuff they saw in the media. The media wanted to advertise the stuff. The banks wanted to max out their bonuses using lucrative credit. The government wanted to stay in power by making people feel rich. The longer it went on, the bigger the hangover. The bill is now on the mat and it’s too big to hide any longer. The system can correct itself even at this painfully late stage.
I’d just like to see a little more accountability and comprehension. I’d also like to know who it is that all this money owed to…
When I read a few weeks ago that Alastair Campbell and John Prescott were launching a Web2.0 campaign to get Labour a fourth term of office I was naturally skeptical. It smelt like a desperate bit of bandwagon-jumping. The name ‘Go Fourth‘ seems vaguely amateurish and the obvious Twitter account hadn’t even been bagged. Utterly irresistable.
I’d like to say I was trying to show up the pitfalls of privately-owned arbitrary namespaces or some such guff. In fact, very few people can resist the allure of a platform and I’m not one of them. I fondly imagined some kind of satire or spoofing opportunities.
After a couple of weeks I’ve realised a couple of things.
Firstly, there is an active community of political tweeters and I feel faintly guilty each time I get notified one of them has started following me. Prezza may not have fully grasped Twitter (no following and mostly automatic blog post notifications) but he’s kicking it up on Facebook. Campbell gets Twitter but has entrusted his official website to monkeys who’s brief must have been ‘make it look painfully authentic, like a rushed Frontpage job’. I’m saying it’s generally genuine — even if it’s only on the fringe.
Two, I’m not a political animal. I enjoy robust debates with people with differing firm political convictions for the same reason I like to talk with theists: to find out how they square their circle and force me to test my own logic. Nevertheless, I’m really not interested in the ins and outs. And I’m no Swift. It’s pretty obvious they’d be more value in sticking the badge firmly when it belongs.
So, where do I send the password?
The word ‘community’ is bandied about a fair bit these days and I can’t shake the feeling that it’s a cosy term used lazily. As an exercise, I used the pseudo-random idea generator in my head to squeeze out some candidates:
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I want to know which of these are communities and which are arbitrary groupings. If you find a definition that works for you, please share.
The bit I really love about flying is that fleeting moment, a few thousand feet up, when your sense of scale shifts. Towns are shown up as real entities interconnected across the landscape via moving channels of light particles, each of which are likely to be aware only of the few nearest particles nearest them. It’s a perception that’s easier to slip into if you’ve been up since 0330 hours.
So, I got to spend a couple of days in Paris. Shockingly, I’d never been to the place before. Perhaps I’ve seen Amelié too many times but it didn’t seem very ‘Parisian’. Most likely this was because I didn’t have time to get any further than Notre Dame. I’ll be back to take it in at my leisure.
The workshop I was at was a decent affair. Everyone agreed there are problems to be solved and every seems to have their own solution. It reinforced my belief that a common characteristic of creative geeks is a readiness to build everything from the ground up rather than mess around with other people’s stuff merely for gains in time and effectiveness.
I thought my part of the presentation was patchy but they saw the value in it and invited us to Helsinki for a week, nonetheless. Should be fun.
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