“Let me propose the following neo-Stoical attitude to the problem, which will no doubt ease the psychic pain of the next OMG-my-data-has-gone-from-a-“free”-service! controversy. If your data exists only as hosted by “free” services on the internet, you should assume not only that it’s not your data, but that it doesn’t even exist at all. That way, you’ll be less upset when one day it vanishes without trace, and you can greet personal erasure with splendid equanimity.”—Steven Poole (via ayjay)
“'An inner process stands in need of outward criteria,' runs one of the most often quoted aphorisms of Philosophical Investigations. It is less often realised what emphasis Wittgenstein placed on the need for sensitive perception of those 'outward criteria' in all their imponderability. And where does one find such acute sensitivity? Not, typically, in the works of psychologists, but in those of the great artists, musicians and novelists. 'People nowadays,' Wittgenstein writes in Culture and Value, 'think that scientists exist to instruct them, poets, musicians, etc. to give them pleasure. The idea that these have something to teach them-that does not occur to them.'”—
Ray Monk in Prospect. Wittgenstein’s forgotten lesson
Wittgenstein’s philosophy is at odds with the scientism which dominates our times. Ray Monk explains why his thought is still relevant.
“While compared to nerve agent or white phosphorus, RC agents are pretty mild, we’re not talking about a combat zone. We’re talking about suburban streets in the middle of the United States. In those circumstances, the stuff is a nightmare and everytime it gets stirred up in the neighborhood, bad things will happen. People with respiratory problems, old people, young people, pets and other small animals like birds and squirrels have some risks.) Since the crap is powder, it will get in peoples’ eyes and they’ll rub their eyes. This can scratch the cornea and screw up the retina. Food and water contaminated can’t be consumed safely unless you’re a freaking honey badger.”—Crusader AXE, MORPHING US SUBURBIA INTO…THE BATTLE OF ALGIERS? WTF (via odoriferouszephyrs)
“What transpired in the streets appeared to be a kind of municipal version of shock and awe; the first wave of flash grenades and tear gas had played as a prelude to the appearance of an unusually large armored vehicle, carrying a military-style rifle mounted on a tripod. The message of all of this was something beyond the mere maintenance of law and order: it’s difficult to imagine how armored officers with what looked like a mobile military sniper’s nest could quell the anxieties of a community outraged by allegations regarding the excessive use of force. It revealed itself as a raw matter of public intimidation.”—What I Saw in Ferguson
“The story of pro wrestling in the twentieth century is the story of American capitalism, filtered through a dreamy aspect, of gallant grapplers, of moustache-twirlers, of princesses and salt-throwers and masked spoilers. Kayfabe is a slinky thing, in what it masks: it’s sheer enough to let us marks in on some of the fun, yet supple enough to obscure most of the human cost.”— from jacobinmag’s excellent piece on the professional wrestling industry as a microcosm of american capitalism’s exploitation of labor, "money in the bank," by dan o’sullivan (@BroPair on twitter)
“Power must be analysed as something which circulates, or as something which only functions in the form of a chain … Power is employed and exercised through a net like organisation … Individuals are the vehicles of power, not its points of application”—Michel Foucault, Power/Knowledge p. 98 (via post-makhno)