Archive for December, 2008

Dec 31 2008

Idon’twanna

Published by topspun under babygirl

she: babygirl, it’s time to put your shoes on.

babygirl: I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna.

topspun: Do you want to hear the story of the little girl named “Idon’twanna”?

babygirl: Yeah!

topspun: There once was a little girl named Idon’twanna. In the morning, her Mommy came in to wake her up, and said “Idon’twanna, it’s time to wake up.” The little girl said “I don’t wanna.” Then it was time to eat breakfast, and her Daddy said, “Eat your breakfast now, please.” But the little girl said “I don’t wanna.” Then it was time to go to outside to play, so her Mommy said “Put on your shoes and coat,” but the little girl said “I don’t wanna.” At lunch time, her Mommy made her a sandwich, and said “Eat your sandwich now,” but the little girl said “I don’t wanna.” Then it was time to take a nap, and her Daddy said “Nap time! Time to get in bed.” The little girl said “I don’t wanna.” After nap time, they were all going to go to the park to play, but the little girl said “I don’t wanna.” At dinner time, her Mommy said “Sit in your chair and eat your dinner please,” but the little girl just kept saying “I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna.” Then dinner was over, and the little girl tugged on her Mommy’s pants and said “Can you give me some ice cream?” Her Mommy looked down, and replied “I don’t wanna.” So the little girl named Idon’twanna went to bed without any ice cream or any dessert at all. The end.

babygirl: That’s a very sad story.

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Dec 22 2008

Lincoln Square to Cobble Hill, Direct

Published by topspun under chicago,new york

I’m still amazed by the transportation infrastructure. I hate to say this, knowing that so many experience problems traveling this time of year, but our trip was very smooth. We did the usual bus-train-plane exit from Chicago, and this time the plane actually left right on time, and actually got into LaGuardia early. Then, miraculously, there was no traffic at all on the BQE (not even at the Kozciusko Bridge!), and we were in Cobble Hill in about 15 minutes. Pretty remarkable, all things considered. It may just be the humantities background, but this whole thing continues to amaze and mystify me. I think of all the back-end behind the surface appearance of the transportation system – all the many people and blueprints and schedules and logistics that contribute to getting me from a corner in Chicago to the exact address in Brooklyn all in about 6 hours. It’s the proverbial system that seems so total that one can only begin to contemplate it. The old fascist justification of the “trains running on time” is of course reduced to a joke, but it’s when you’re traveling during the holidays that you start to see the fundamental attractiveness of the fascist trade-off. Some people worry about trading liberty for security, but the much better argument – as Mussolini seems to have understood – is trading liberty for a predictable ETA. The struggle between chaos and order is fought in the Gates of O’Hare.

Stoop, Cobble Hill

Brooklyn: Stoop-sitting with the best of ‘em…

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Dec 19 2008

Toddler Argumentation, Chapter 2

Published by topspun under babygirl

The second chapter of The Rhetoric of the Two Year Old will have to deal with two primary non-tantrum forms of argumentation: tautology and repetition. First, tautology. The two year old appears to understand the form of the enthymeme, because if you ask for a good reason to support a particular claim, the two year old will provide a reason. That the reason is the same as the claim does not seem to bother them. For example, from this morning, when dropping babygirl off at daycare:

babygirl: I want to go downstairs.

topspun: Why do you want to go downstairs?

babygirl: Because I want to.

topspun: You’re the Master of Tautology. I’m going to call you Princess Tautology.

babygirl: No! I’m not Princess Tautology!

topspun: Why are you not Princess Tautology?

babygirl: Because I’m not.

topspun: So, you’re not Princess Tautology?

babygirl: No, I am.

See, she had to throw a little contradiction in there just to mess with me, which is, I suppose, a perfectly legitimate tactic when somebody is calling you “Princess Tautology.” The second strategy is more brute force: sheer repetition of an entire claim or a keyword from the claim. The tenacity of this repetition is really the key to the argument. I think that once you hit maybe seven years old, you can’t deploy this sort of repetition strategy without significant cognitive costs, but at two, it is not only possible, but effective.

For a great illustration of both these strategies at work, see our friends’ video, here.

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Dec 14 2008

In Praise of the Common

Published by topspun under Stuff we Read

I usually hate interview books. The Derrida interview book industry is perhaps the worst offender, but I dislike them in general. I think the last one I really enjoyed was the big version of Foucault Live, which I must have read in the spring of 2000 for the Foucault course I was then taking. Otherwise, I find these interview books just painful and never very interesting in content. But I do have to make an exception for Cesare Casarino and Antonio Negri’s In Praise of the Common: A Conversation on Philosophy and Politics, published last month by Minnesota.

As an interview book, I think it’s a winner for three reasons. First, it’s not only interviews. Casarino’s preface – “Surplus Common” – is really an astounding essay in its own right, with really sharp readings of Aristotle and Marx, and about as clear a description/evaluation of the Negrian project as you could ask for. The other two essays are equally interesting, one by Negri on biopolitics and the general intellect, and another by Casarino, a previously published article on Agamben and Negri’s concepts of time and, not surprisingly, kairos (Casarino’s essay from several years ago, “Pornocairology, or the Communist Clinamen of Pornography” should be standard reading in graduate rhetoric surveys, though, of course, it is not.) Second, the book works as an interview book because Casarino is a damned good interviewer; he fights with Negri where he should, he knows the material cold, and he probes incisively to draw out the conceptual system. Negri, for his part, is remarkable as always in his ability to be a nasty bastard and quite generous, noting, at one point, that he and Agamben are best of friends, and vacation together, just before he trashes Agamben’s whole project as proto-capitalist ideology. It’s hilarious. But Negri is also on the ball throughout, and I think there are significant revelations in here, such as a rather detailed account of Negri’s grappling with Gramscianism (Casarino, meanwhile, expresses astonishment, for example, at the success of Laclau and Mouffe’s project among US academics, noting that he experienced it as little more than the kind of “alliance politics pursued by the Italian Communist Party–with largely disastrous results in the end–as (he) was growing up in Italy in the 1970′s” (163), and a fortiori for a version of Stuart Hall, I should think!). Third, Negri has taken such a beating at the hands of various parties and numerous numbskulls over the last few years that it is in some ways refreshing to see him hitting back, as he does often. This was already apparent in The Porcelain Workshop: For a New Grammar of Politics, a series of  lectures – primarily meditations on the category of the “decision” – delivered in 2004-2005 and published earlier this year by Semiotext(e), in which you see a fairly angry Negri lashing out and defending his positions fairly closely. The interviews really play up this angle as well.

Apart from these three check marks, In Praise of the Common really works because it takes you through Negri’s positions in a systematic way, no doubt thanks to the formidible learning and graciousness of Casarino. In my fantasy “Rhetoric and Italian Automist Thought” graduate class, this would have to be an early required reading. If the problem of Empire has always been the return of the “enemy” in a system of immanence, In Praise of the Common approaches this question head on, repeating the Spinozan master trope of the two that are One (two modernities, two commons, two democracies, two temporalities, two biopolitics), while seeking to think antagonism (class struggle) and synthesis without dialectics. If that ain’t your bag, fine, but if you want to beat up on Negri for reinserting the “enemy” into immanence, you have to grapple with the arguments he puts forward here. Obviously, Negri’s going to get it from both sides: the hardcore Deleuze peoples are going to reproach him for residual Hegelianism because of his insistence on the category of antagonism, while the liberals and painfully orthodox Marxists will beat him up for abandoning the traditional concept of class, and the organizational capacities it once had (the latter will almost always cloak this critique in a putatively and fairly stupid “empirical” rebuttal, needless to say). For my money, the double beating is why Negri is interesting.

I want to say more about some of the interviews, but I’ll break it up over the next couple of days. I think I’ll also discuss Christian Marazzi’s Capital and Language: From the New Economy to the War Economy, which had the unfortunate publishing date of October 2008. I say unfortunate because the book is practically dated as soon as it was published (Marazzi’s first work in translation, it was actually written in and before 2004). Since Marazzi’s book is largely an analysis of the Internet bubble, it looks almost quaint in light of the far more severe crisis of finance capital represented by the recent collapse of the credit markets. At the same time, the analysis holds remarkably well, and provides some interesting theses, even if Marazzi, a trained economist, remains better on the analysis of capital than he does on the analysis of language.

But back to Negri and Casarino. The first interview serves as a needed overview of Negri’s early intellectual development and political activism. I say needed on both counts because some American readers have been rather quick to dismiss both the rigor and political commitments of books like Empire and Multitude; one recent response to these works even suggested that their thesis amounted to calling for oppressed people to “lay back and enjoy it”—really an outrageous ad hominem, but easy enough to publish under the banner of polemics. In Negri’s discussion of his early development, you really get the scope of the scholarship and early accomplishment, even if it doesn’t add all that much to what you would already get in, for example, Steven Wright’s account (Storming Heaven: Class Composition and Italian Autonomist Marxism), or even the detailed introduction and closing essay by the translators of Negri’s classic lectures, Marx Beyond Marx: Lessons on the Grundrisse. It’s still moving, however, to hear Negri discuss the revelation that the Italian factory system was to him when he encountered it (especially in light of his later critiques of “revelation” and epiphany as such, especially when thinking through Benjamin’s work). His discussions of his early activism at the Porto Marghera chemical and gas complexes are really crucial for following the trajectory of Negri’s insistence on tying autonomist thought to production or workerism, an insistence that is critiqued (and not without warrant)—by both Wright and, say, George Katsiaficas (in The Subversion of Politics: European Autonomous Social Movements and the Decolonization of Everyday Life):

…this was also the time when I basically stopped travelling: all my discoveries and explorations were focused on the factories of Porto Marghera. This was my favorite place back then: Porto Marghera had been built at the end of World War I, but it was in the late 1950’s and early 1960’s that the great chemical plants and oil refineries were built there…there were no union organizations in the area; or, rather, union organizations did exist but were mostly external to the factory—and when they were internal they were very corrupt, that is, they had been put together by the boss so as to fulfill the need of pretending there was some form of dialogue and mediation…these are the years—from 1962-1969—when I stopped writing. The factory was my archive—and it was an exceptional one at that. My research consisted of arriving in front of the factory door at 5:00 am and staying there until 8:00 am handing out leaflets, talking, and getting drunk on grappa with the workers, while surrounded by the thick winter fog and the unbearable oil stench. Then I would go to teach at the university in Padua. And then I would return to porto Marghera at %;00 pm to meet again with the workers so as to write the leaflets we would be handing out the next day. There were around sixty thousand factory workers in that area at the time. (51-52).

Given the at times ridiculous charges thrown at Negri quite flippantly by some American academics (especially of the traditional Marxist variety), I think some of this biographical detail is important, especially for students coming into contact with Negri’s work for the first time through books like Empire and Multitude. Whatever one might think of negri’s intellectual work, this is a guy who really walked the walk – something that grad students and academics purporting to be waging a class struggle from their offices might consider before they invent nonsenses. It should not, of course, stand as some kind of authenticity narrative (and I do think Negri is careful to avoid such silly trump cards), but it might at least forestall easy acceptance of these dumb ad hominem arguments, while also providing context for some of the seemingly stranger moves in Negri’s projects (Is there a fetish for “production?” Why insist on the categories of production and surplus? Why insist on antagonism if you’re going to posit immanence?)

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Dec 13 2008

Tête, épaule, genoux et pied

Published by topspun under babygirl

babygirl, today, screaming, in the car on the way home from Skokie:

I. WANT. TO. LISTEN. TO. FRENCH. MUSIC!!!

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Dec 12 2008

How Are the Mighty Fallen!

Published by topspun under meltdown,work

“How are the mighty fallen! Collector of bad and doubtful debts. But that’s the most notorious bloody robber you’d meet in a day’s walk…”  – James Joyce, Ulysses

Some of you may remember my pointless rant about the shittiest post-college job ever, in which I discovered the definition of genius. I was very squirrelly about the company at that time, noting only that it was located in the Lipstick Building at 53rd and 3rd. But, since events have intervened, I guess it’s fair enough to out the whole thing now: the job was at Bernard Madoff Investment Securities. I mention this now, because the Ultimate Boss, ole mister Bernard Madoff hisself, was yesterday arrested and charged with securities fraud after claiming that the whole operation was a – and I quote here – “Ponzi scheme.” To wit:

A criminal complaint signed by FBI Agent Theodore Cacioppi said Madoff told at least three senior employees at his Manhattan apartment Wednesday that the investment adviser business was a fraud and had been insolvent for years, losing at least $50 billion.

Madoff told the employees he was “finished,” that he had “absolutely nothing,” that “it’s all just one big lie” and it was “basically, a giant Ponzi scheme,” according to the complaint filed in court.

The employees understood Madoff’s admission to mean that “he had for years been paying returns to certain investors out of the principal received from other, different, investors,” said the complaint, which did not identify the investors impacted by the scheme.

Yikes. This guy used to stroll through operations from time to time in his $6000 suits, checking with the Operations Manager on all manner of things. I should say that BMIS was not some small, fly-by-night chop shop: the guy was a leading member – in fact – of the NASD, and instrumental in founding NASDAQ.  Oh well…

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Dec 07 2008

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Published by topspun under babygirl,chicago

Chicago in December

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Dec 06 2008

The Evil of Banality Series v. 1

Published by topspun under banalities

As if everything else encountered on this here Seven Red wasn’t utterly banal, I hereby inaugurate the Evil of Banality series, in which I list a bunch of everyday life observations in bullet point and in no particular order, just because.

  • I’m so sick of friggin’ Diego I could puke. And what the fuck is up with Lazy Town?
  • It really sucks when you live on the third floor and the bag of cat litter you’re bringing upstairs springs a leak on the first floor, and you don’t notice.
  • My bag o’ change grew giant enough for me to cash in at the local Coinstar. My guess looking at the bag? $100. Actual figure? $103. I gotta enter one of those jellybeans in a jar contests. (This point could also be included in my soon-to-be-announced “How Fucking Awesome Am I?” series.)
  • The Christmas tree we bought was so shiny and new that it hardly left a needle on the floor as we brought it into the apartment. Then again, I later tracked three and a half pounds of cat litter across the whole goddamn building, so I guess everything evens out, right?
  • When stringing lights on a Christmas tree, do the following: 1) Make sure the lights work before you string them, and 2) make sure the end that you’re planning to plug in actually has a plug. It will save you restringing the whole damn thing, as I learned from bitter experience.
  • In True Romance, when Christopher Walken’s character is torturing Dennis Hopper’s character, he says “This is as good as it’s gonna get, and it’s never gonna get this good again.” The second part actually does add information, and is not mere tautology. Just sayin’.
  • I upgraded to WordPress 2.7 Release Candidate 1. How exciting is that? You’re meant to answer. No, really. Answer.

There you have it, Readers: the Evil of Banality, volume 1. Enjoy!

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Dec 02 2008

Coming this Spring: Babyboy! (all goes well…)

Published by topspun under babybelly

Sonogram technology seems to have advanced quite a bit since 2005. All I saw then was a blob, with the technician doing these weird interpretive moves, like “see the leg?” Uh, no. I see a blob. That was last time. This time I could actually see pretty much everything, even before the technician pointed it out. It was pretty cool, actually. I saw the kid’s friggin’ face. The face! I said, “Hmm, that’s a face…that’s the nose and those are the lips and that’s a little chin,” and then the technician said “that’s the nose and those are the lips and that’s the little chin…” Pretty amazing stuff.

I did not, however, see the goods downstairs. I relied on the technician for that. But it’s a boy, and she wasn’t qualifying it at all. “See that?” she said. “It’s a boy.” How sure? Oh, she was sure. Apparently she’s seen that kind of thing before.

Then we’re driving away in a kind of daze (how can you not be in a daze after these things, I don’t know), and she says “A boy! But that’s completely different from….me!” Oy gewalt! Until we have a successful birth, the babybelly will continue to be referred to on this blog as babybelly, but dang, son. Babyboy this spring, should everything go well and everybody stay healthy.

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