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October 28th, 2009

Flashback party

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I'm getting ready for a conference of science technology historians, philosophers, and sociologists and the conference overlaps with Halloween so there is a costume party. I was helping my roommate get together a costume for being a cyborg (belts made out of CDs, circuit board bracelets and the like) and I suddenly realized it would be rad to dress up as dead technology (technology of the living dead) for this zombie-themed party. I ran around my room to see what old tech I could find (which was hard because I just moved and a lot of my packrat crap is in storage). I managed to find my old Minolta SRT101 camera (that is SLR film camera!) and a roll of ISO 200 film, a roll of Tri-X black and white film, a phone cord, a 3.5 inch floppy that had red hat boot disk from 1999 on it, and a couple of old cassette tapes. I stitched the tapes to the baggiest shirt I could find which I wore over some leggings and leg warmers my roommate had. Side ponytail and we have a decent dead tech costume though I could take it farther with more time.

What was more fun is I ran around the house with my flash cube and film camera taking pictures of things, reminding myself about aperture, ISO, and manual focus. That's the camera that had me captivated by photography in junior high and high school but then I stopped shooting when I lost access to a dark room in college. (Though, in hindsight, I wasn't so awesome a photographer. Maybe if I'd gotten out of the suburbs or gotten a real macro lens, I would have found better subject matter than kids, trees, and news items for our local paper.)

October 11th, 2009

Oof danger loses all customer data

how the hell do you even back up your gmail? Flickr, I can see not deleting stuff you've uploaded. But webmail? Calendar?

September 28th, 2009

Sometimes when I feel anxious about writing -- when I'm procrastinating, scared of committing to saying anything in particular, starting terrified at the page, I jostle myself out of it by commanding myself, "Type, monkey, type!!" and just sort of slamming my hands on the keyboard.

Chris designed this shirt graphic and got me a sweater to remind me of this:
Cam

July 30th, 2009



Mouse hover over the comic at Dino Comics to understand why I am making a page about why "it's all thanks to the sperm."

July 23rd, 2009

It's nice that New Pornographers lyrics don't make sense because their songs entertain me so but I can still read and write with the lyrics in the background. Saved from techno for an hour! Other stuff that I can listen to while reading: Pinback because the lyrics are muffled enough that the arrangements dominate; unoffensively mediocre rapping with good instrumentals (stuff about beating hos or political action both attract my lyrical attention)

July 16th, 2009

There's a fellow who sometimes stands at Mariposa and Pennsylvania selling whole boxes of strawberries and mangos. Passing by one day, I smelled one of the mangos and found it to be unusually and perfectly ripe and fragrant (most US mangos I've had are kind of hard and sour) so I bought a box -- 11 mangos -- for 10 bucks. How hard can it be to eat 10 mangos between two people?

Well, mangos in breakfast, mangos in the dinner salads, mangos as snacks -- here we are almost 7 days later with two mangos left.

I now know two ways to cut a mango (I've come to prefer the first method on the page). I've come to appreciate both small and large knives (when this adventure started I was using just the big knife.

I also just made some mango-orange compote by chopping up a mango, cutting peeled orange rings, and thinly slicing up some orange rind and tossing it into a pot with a cup of water and some (1/2 cup??) sugar until it cooked down and thickened. It is tasty. I was hoping to put it on my pancake this morning but it took too long.

I also made up a salad that I've repeated twice now (Chris and I like it) that I call
Mango de Gallo (riffing off of Pico de Gallo, though it makes no sense since it riffs "Beak of the Rooster" (Pico de Gallo) to "Mango of the Rooster" but oh well)
Chop up a mango into chunks
Chop up a head of romaine lettuce (crunchy! and I don't care if you're supposed to tear lettuce :P)
Mince some white onion (to taste, maybe a 1/2 cup)
1/s a chopped tomato (optional)
Toss the salad with a lime vinagrette (I was using Newman's Own, but making your own probably great too)
It is a sweet, tart, and crispy salad.

July 15th, 2009

The other jackson

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I'm obsessed with Joe Jackson's Steppin Out. This song was on the Hot Chip DJ Kicks compilation (which is an awesome mix of electronic, pop, funk, and blues, btw). I play the CD over and over on Chris' DVD player through the TV (haven't hooked up speakers yet in the new place) while I read. Sometimes, I run around the apt when this song comes on, dancing as if I were in Flashdance in a leotard and leg warmers.

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July 8th, 2009

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Are there tv shows that are doing insightful commentary like this these days? I need something worth hulu-ing.

June 26th, 2009

Today was a totally mundanely awesome day of humans. I met Camellia and her brand new son Asa for Tartine breakfast at 9 and we had a nice walk around dolores park. I went down to Stanford on the caltrain to study at Green and hang out with Pat and Davie before Pat is off to Boston. On the train platform, I ran into Scott Klemmer and chatted a brief bit. Then Kenneth spotted me and came to join me in the bike car and I got to catch up. (Previous two times I saw Kenneth were at Coffee Bar and Ritual. Neighborhoodiness seems to be our new m.o.) I then hit green library with my UC reciprocal lending library card and had a really productive 4 hours of journaling, lit reviewing, and thinking about the india design methods research. (Well, I was supposed to be reading stuff for this weekend's STS workshop so nothing is ever perfect in prodcutivityland for me.) Green Library was quiet, ridiculously posh with those desks that have built in power and good chairs (omg private school I didn't realize the poshness until public school), and a tree and blue sky were just out the window. Pat and I then walked to Fraiche and I took in the numerous anti-skateboarder traffic management "improvements" that had happened since I graduated. Davie joined us as we had frozen yogurt. Pat told me that Old Union now serves chicken fingers. This made me greatly excited and I looked forward to eating those as I'd had breakfast at 9 and was starving by 4, obviously. I ended up thwarted as Old Union was closed so Davie and I went to Zao for dinner. Afterwards, we ended up meeting a very very talkative man who insisted on telling us about the wireless mice we were investigating at the Apple Store. He wouldn't stop, sort of in that not-picking-up-on-cues-like-"I really want a wired mouse" way. Then, Davie and I went to the cowboy fry's which is ALWAYS epic even if nothing happens. There, Davie was looking for a laser pointer. The employee who showed us the laser pointer responded to a crack I made about finding a pointer that would put people's eyes out by telling me that pepper spray would be more effective and that he'd bought his girlfriend pepper spray because her previous boyfriend had raped her. (WHAT?!?!!? Yes, he said that.) Davie commented that my anthropological ways seem to attract a lot of randomass conversations. Today, SOMETHING was attracting random convos. Maybe women wandering circuits always attracts comment. Eventually, I made it back to the Caltrain for an uneventful ride of reading those STS workshop PDFs. At the end of the ride, I stood in the northernmost car staring at the tracks speeding under the train lit by train lights when one of the conductors came and had a chat, opening with the observation that my black ballet flats were not typical cycling shoes. (I was looking beauty queen with my helmet on.) I was weirded out thinking he was hitting on me but it turns out he grew up in Long Beach where I'm moving next year and he'd been into anthro as an undergrad. We had a nice chat and didn't exchange names.

Things I didn't get to do tonight: Flashdance in honor of MJ, Ambidextrous launch party, seeing Shawn S

June 17th, 2009

In Sex Work: In Bed With the Religious Right, author Dagmar Herzog talks to an interviewer about how the sexual politics of the evangelical right are both repressive and graphic at the same time. He had previously researched Holocaust-era germany and noticed a parallel in how Nazis were quite condoning of sex for their own kind but portrayed jewish sex as dirty and vulgar. Herzog noticed a parallel, pointing out:
"So many saw only the puritanical and homophobic side of the religious right coin; they didn’t see the Christian vibrator Web sites or the detailed evangelical sex advice manuals."

The following also resonated deeply with me, pointing out the futility of cataloging evangelical hypocrisies. Time to lay off Bristol Palin?

Another big misconception is that the best way to resist conservatism is to expose conservative hypocrisy. One of the most important things I learned in researching evangelical sex advice and therapy culture (which is a multibillion dollar industry) is how crucial exhibitionist, preemptive confessionalism has become. Evangelical advice-givers like to brag about the wild promiscuity of their youth, and their many adulterous misdeeds, or to confess in anguish the abortions they forced on girlfriends or the porn they once so frequently indulged in, before moving on to advise others how to get onto the straight and narrow. It’s titillating. But it also preempts in advance any traditional liberal strategy of muckraking exposé of conservative incoherence. There’s nothing to expose; the sins have all been luxuriously confessed.


most interesting internet thing I've read in a while

June 6th, 2009

Bidoun Magazine is "Art & Culture from the Middle East" but actually written in New York. This piece captured a lot of dimensions of things i've been thinking and seeing, but with more vivid language and authority than my speculations. If you think about "doing good" "innovatively" for the "world's poor" and "putting your skills to work," DEFINITELY read this.


If you walk into any African market, you see chaos. Things tend not to cross over from the formal side of an African city to the informal side. The two speak very different languages. Often, the formal side, out of its good nature or its panicked guilt, out of a feeling that the giant world of the urban poor is too pathetic to tolerate, pins its hopes and dreams on some revolutionary product. Biogas. A windup radio. A magic laptop. These pure products are meant to solve everything.

They almost always fail, but they satisfy the giver. To the recipients, the things have no context, no relationship to their ideas of themselves or their possibilities. A great salesman can spark a dialogue with you; in a matter of minutes, you come to make your own sense of his product, fitting it into your imagination, your life. You lead, the salesman follows. Whereas a pure product presents itself as a complete solution; a product built to serve the needs of the needy assumes the needy have measured themselves exactly as the product has measured them.

...

There are few useful "development models" for genuinely selfstarting people. I am sure the One Laptop per Child initiative will bring glory to its architects. The IMF will smile. Mr Negroponte will win a prize or two or ten. There will be key successes in Rwanda; in a village in Cambodia; in a small, groundbreaking initiative in Palestine, where Israeli children and Palestinian children will come together to play minesweeper. There will be many laptops in small, perfect, NGO-funded schools for AIDS orphans in Nairobi, and many earnest expatriates working in Sudan will swear by them.

June 3rd, 2009

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May 22nd, 2009

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Friends not in india also feel free to comment.

So many indian stereotype jokes with the "Jai Ho" playing while colbert dances faux-bhangra as "jai did it" flashes in fake devnagri along the bottom of the screen. Monkey gods sort of a cheap shot too. But I think the ironic call center character at the end is brilliant.

May 21st, 2009

Study finds that turmeric inhibits the build up of fat tissue in mice
This, and a couple of days of gastroenteritis, are the only explanations for why I didn't gain a ton of weight in India since my exercise went down to nothing (rickshaw and cars everywhere, hard to walk) and the food was plentiful.

May 18th, 2009

While I was in India, the elections were very much part of daily life -- the news covered it constantly, tv networks showed PSAs asking the (middle class, newswatching, and somewhat electorally disenfranchised*) populace to vote, and in villages and smaller towns, trucks with flowers and loudspeakers rolled around broadcasting party messages. Elections shaped decisions about travel since police often stopped cars traveling to smaller towns and villages to check for bribe money (I was in a car one day that was stopped 5 times). Election day is supposed to be a work holiday (though the firm I was at worked). And alcohol doesn't get sold the day before the election because the authorities want to prevent alcohol-facilitated electoral disruptions and violence. After all the build up I witnessed, I was anxious to know what happened.

I turned on NPR this morning on my way to Long Beach for a meeting with my advisor. I'd seen someone reading an NY times that had a picture of Sonia Gandhi and something about "landslide" election results in the bottom corner.

The election coverage was reduced to just a few minutes that didn't even name the party that won -- I'm assuming it was Congress, the Gandhi/Nehru party. The winning party was described only as the one supporting "economic reform" which is code for trade liberalization and loosening of regulations on global finance. The analyst quoted said that India is often criticized for being too slow to "reform" and that with "capital comes in knowledge" -- we're left to make the inference that this will all lead to goodness and apple pie (or rice for everyone ESPECIALLY the middle and upper classes, as the hope here might be).

I was shocked. Economic "reform" and liberalization certainly isn't what I experienced the election being battled on, at least overtly. Religious "communal" conflict was the most overt issue that charged the battle between Congress and the BJP, the two major parties. To grossly oversimplify, the people I was hanging around was seen as a Hindu nationalist party that worked to stoke the difficulties of the poor into electoral passion through veiled anti-Muslim speeches (BJP's Varun Gandhi said "we'll cut the throats of the muslims" during a village speech, getting himself thrown in jail). Modi, a wildly popular BJP candidate, was suspected by many to have turned a blind eye during the 2002 post-Godhra riots in which thousands of Muslims were killed. And the Congress jettisoned a several-term MP candidate Tytler because of ongoing insinuations (though he'd been officially cleared) that he'd helped lead anti-Sikh riots following Indira Gandhi's assassination 20 years ago. Even among the globally laboring middle class, where I was situated during my 7 weeks there, secularism and government corruption were the things I heard worries about -- not more economic liberalization.

Given this, and the fact that India is 70% rural voter turnouts in cities are often lower, I was shocked to hear NPR basically summarize the election as a mandate for economic liberalization -- free trade, low taxes, open doors for global companies.

I was even more shocked to hear them summarize liberalization as foreign capital brings foreign knowledge brings goodness since liberalization and open capital borders in Africa during the 90s have been a spectacular failure, supporting the growth of corrupt governments who let oil and mineral companies set extractive shops that let them use foreign workers and technology to take the natural resources and run. (The most stable, democratic governments in Africa are the ones that did *not* open their doors to trade reform. Source: Gupta and Ferguson, "Global Shadows"))

And giving the whole thing a poetic conclusion was that during the newsbreak, I heard over the speaker "NPR is sponsored by Monsanto..." -- Monsanto being one of the companies whose nonrenewable seeds is partly causing the debt traps a rash of Indian farmers were escaping by suicide.

*the middle class seems somewhat disenfranchised as far as I can tell because I heard lots of people talking about how they felt that there were no good choices to vote for, that the politicians basically diverted resources to the poorer constituencies just before elections resulting in frequent power outages in more middle class areas, and by the fact that voter registration requirements made it seem very difficult for people who move their residences every few years to get registered. (Of those who had recently finished college, graduate school, or just changed jobs and cities, only the most diligent among them seemed to have managed to get registered to vote.)

May 17th, 2009

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May 15th, 2009

Or at least I thought I would. I mean, ovens start at 140, right?

I got into bed and thought just now, it's cold. Let me use a blanket. I didn't use a blanket or even a sheet to sleep in Delhi except when trying to protect myself from mosquitos. Then seeing the weather forecast drove home that I'm not in Delhi anymore.

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May 14th, 2009

I <3 gay west point grad former army arabic translators. (This guy isn't the only one I know.)

The video below is an update about "don't ask don't tell" today. According to another formy army arabic translator (and I've read this elsewhere as well), more than 58 arabic linguists have been booted out of the army since "don't ask, don't tell." Arabic? Gee, who needs to communicate with Arabs in the government?

Oh yeah, back from India!

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