Archive for February, 2007

WARNING: Your brain has been hacked


06 Feb

Brilliant post over at Healthbot – How Ikea pries open your head and shoves an idea inside

It’s really interesting what you can find out when you give advertisements, and commercials, just s little bit of actual thought.

The sub-text of the post raises an eyebrow for me. It is fairly targeted at vilifying IKEA. But, I don’t think IKEA is to blame. They are a big company, making big money with the method, and the tools, most readily available. There is a deeper culprit – Marketing and the stealth methods they use, and behind that is the real enemy – Consumerism.

In a world functioning on a consumerist paradigm we will always have hacks aimed at bypassing our brains to get to our wallets. That is the world we live in, and the one we should watch out for.

I was at a talk given by Masami Teraoka recently for an opening of his at the Palo Alto Art Center. The bulk of his work is a commentary on the intersection between his native culture (Japan) and the one he has lived in for the past four decades (America). His views on the consumerist nature of American society are bold, non-judgmental, revealing and poignant. The bit I enjoyed best was his semi-rant about the American need to always build something to buy to validate an activity. His example was expensive workout equipment; specifically a chin-up bar, “If you want to do that all you need is to go out side and find a strong tree branch. But no, America society must have an expensive, large piece of gym equipment to do that.”

Well, at least I bought out of that little cycle a few years back when I gave up my gym membership and get my anaerobic workouts from body weight exercises and calisthenics.

But, come to think of it, I do have a chin up bar in the door way at home. It was a gift though does that count?

It means what we make it mean


06 Feb

ErisBear with me. This is going to go the long way around.

I believe in Discordianism. To the followers of Eris the numbers 23 and 5 are sacred. The number 23 has a strange way of showing up in all sorts of interesting places, and of course 2+3 is 5.

You can find all kinds of interesting things about 23 here – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/23_(numerology) and here – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/23_(number)

For me the best bit is – “In interviews, (Robert Anton) Wilson has acknowledged the self-fulfilling nature of the 23 enigma, implying that the real value of the Laws of Fives and Twenty-threes lies in their demonstration of the mind’s power to perceive “truth” in nearly anything.” “Truth” here meaning meaning.

So, the other day I saw a poster for the new Jim Carey movie “The Number 23″. It’s a paranoid delusional joy ride through the 23 Enigma. Looks to be fun. It got me thinking on such things as how we make up so much of our own meaning and what the philosophers I have been studying lately have said about that – Nietzsche, Kant, Hume, Heidegger, etc. They have all had interesting things to say on the subject. Even occasionally very meaningful. ;-)

I belong to the Eris of Discord tribe and was taking a gander in between frantic bursts of work activity. There is a thread there titled – “grab nearest book. turn to page 23. post 5th sentence.” It’s fun. So, I grabbed the nearest book and this is what I find on page 23, sentence 5 – “You are going to write.”

This is beautifully meaningful (at least I am making it so) because over the last two years I have been slowly ramping up on living my long held dream of being a fiction writer. I finished my second novel (to first draft stage) a couple of weeks back and have been steadily writing more. I take the above to mean Eris is on my side, and with the matron of discord at my back I can hardly fail.

Of course it’s all made up anyways, but then again, what else is fiction?

One side, Chump!


01 Feb

There have been some posts flying around in some of the tribes I belong too that have pushed a couple of my buttons, and got me to thinking this morning. The button being pushed is the toot-my-own-horn button that I have. AKA – a chip on my shoulder. It’s just a sore point, and doubtlessly points to a weakness in my character, but it exists none the less. I do not like people who toot their own horns. I never have. Gets my goat.

Specifically the horn being tooted that has rubbed me wrong of late is the ‘I’m a kung fu master and I could totally kick your ass so you should respect me’ one. Now, mind you, I am a martial arts enthusiast and have been practicing not-seriously for over 28 years, and very seriously for the last 16. I admire skills in the area of butt whupping, and recognize the achievement for what it is. But, that’s all it is, a physical skill. And, when you boil it down, not a terribly useful one. I mean, sure, it’s cool that you could wipe the floor with the clientele of most road side dives, but so what? Why does this mean you should be respected? Why do we still pay lip service to the ability to physically dominate when there are so many more useful things to be skilled at? Why should I step aside for that kind of skill?

I think that we value to lightly the skills that are actually useful in our world. I will step right the fuck out of the way of an ambulance driver in a cafe line. That woman may save my life some day, and if not mine most likely someone’s. I say one side for doctors, like the one that stitched my head back together in ER last Wednesday morning. Let through the librarians of the world. Make a passage for firemen. Pay homage to nurses. Holy Crap! Please respect the twice-God-blessed nurses!!! Defer to the dry cleaner. A moment of reflection for the waiter who just made your super-hot date that much better.

I call for recognition of the skills that actually make our world better. I will still doff my cap for a person who has made of themselves an effective weapon, and hope they intend to use their skills for the defense of those who have devoted less of their life to making an effective fist, but I will strive to keep in perspective exactly how useful they are.

~Here endeth the rant~

Travis Eneix

Dedicated to looking at the self.