Showing posts with label piracy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label piracy. Show all posts

Friday, March 20, 2009

"Nothing is what it appears to be."

These are the first lines of the pilot of Joss Whedon's Dollhouse, the sixth episode of which will largely be ignored tonight, what with Battlestar Galactica ending and stuff, but Alyssa's written an interesting and thoughtful critique of the show for the Atlantic Monthly's website. (Awesomely, she interviews Whedon, who sounds exactly like Joss Whedon, which, as I already noted in this sentence, is awesome.)

Thus far, five episodes into the series, escapism has dominated the plotlines. In the premiere, Echo spent a hot weekend racing motorcycles, dancing, and having sex with a good-looking young man who treats her like a treasured girlfriend. In the second episode, she went rock-climbing and hunting with another hunk, who turned out to have a Most Dangerous Game fantasy. That’s a step closer to the risks of violence and coercion in human trafficking and sex work, but it’s not exactly realistic. And in the fourth episode, Echo pretended to be an abused prostitute to gain access to a vault full of valuable art she intends to steal. There’s something disturbing about using sympathy for victims of sexual violence to commit crimes, but the episode doesn’t explore whether we ought to be disgusted with someone—Echo’s client? Her handlers? Echo herself?—for designing and carrying out the con. There is no hint of the grubby realities of human trafficking, or of the intriguing alliance between feminism and evangelical Christianity that drives a great deal of anti-trafficking work in both the government and non-profit sectors.

Dollhouse could be a fascinating exploration of prostitution if Echo was able to consent, if she had a decision-making process we could assess and evaluate. And sex has been so large a part of Dollhouse that it threatens to drown out other facets of what once made Echo a person.


I share some of Alyssa's concerns regarding the sexual politics of how Dollhouse represents bodies which are, essentially, trafficked. Particularly in the non-Whedon-penned episodes, there's a very thin line between the revulsion and discomfort we're supposed to feel at the utter commodification not just of the "actives'" labor, or their bodies, but of their very identities, what someone more schooled in late twentieth century philosophical traditions than I would probably caution me against calling their "being." Alyssa's conversation with Whedon highlights these tensions to great effect. That said, I also want to map out some quick points of disagreement.

First, Alyssa says that Whedon and Tim Minear's Firefly " lacks a central conceit that ties it to contemporary American problems." I disagree with this. Firefly, produced in 2001 and 2002 and aired intermittently if at all over the course of 2002 before an abrupt and unjustified cancellation, was a space western, yes, but one which focused heavily (the 2005 follow up film Serenity even more so) on (inter)global corporate capitalism, on empire, on war, on piracy and margins and core-periphery post-wallersteinian world(s)-systems. Through subtle allegory, I want to argue that Firefly spoke and speaks directly to conversations about trade and development, rogue states and corporate power, the rule of experts and the tasking of bodies, which dominated political discourse in the decade before it aired, which recur in Dollhouse, and which remain deeply relevant seven years on.

This may seem like a nitpick, but I hope it also points us at a different way of reading Whedon, taking into account the warning that Olivia Williams' Adelle DeWitt, the Dollhouse's CEO, offers Caroline/Echo/Dushku in the series' opening moments. Alyssa is right to point toward the ways in which Dollhouse fails as an allegory for human trafficking, an important and deeply problematic form of labor arbitrage and migration in 21st century securitized global regimes of trade and work. But I want to argue that we also need to think about what it would mean to take Whedon at his word that he does not intend Dollhouse to be a show about trafficking, that trafficking operates in the show as a red herring for Agent Ballard to pursue in his attempt to discover the "real truth," something which is perhaps more sinister than and certainly altogether different than trafficking (a displacement Alyssa rightly identifies as uncomfortable) or which at least can not be easily represented and allegorized only under the sign of the human trafficking industry. That is not to say that I think it is wrong to consider the trafficking parallels, as Alyssa does very well, and to which Whedon himself admits, but, in light of the more tenuous, subtle ways in which Whedon and company have mobilized allegory in the past - i.e, not in the ripped from the headlines style of Battlestar Galactica (suicide bombers and cylon torture, etc) but instead through setting and how broader questions are framed, a more subtle and sometimes more effective symbolic politics than the law and order spin-off Whedon references in Alyssa's article.

I want, then, to suggest that we try, and hope that the show's writers will invite us (as they did in the pilot but not much since then), to read Dollhouse for the questions it raises about the gendering of digital virtualities, the commodification of life, the sexual politics of subject formation. What work does Whedon want mindwiping to do? What about it interests him as a story to tell, as, presumably, a metaphor for some contemporary cultural or social phenomena? What does this show, with its mindwiped pleasure dolls and action heroes, have to say about labor and knowledge, about how the corporation and the body and the computer are articulated together? And there are the broader questions of what Whedon et al want to achieve by destabilizing selfhood, placing us in a world where identities are in flux, cannot be trusted, are constructed and deconstructed and reconstructed in the most literal of ways. (And then of course, there's the theme, common to so much of Whedon's work, and which I am fascinated by, of the perverse politics of geek masculinities, feminized bodies as action figures, etc.) What if what's radical and important about Dollhouse is how compromised, how impossible "the real girl" is to recover? Wouldn't this radically decenter the kinds of privileged first world femininities Whedon's been criticized for reproducing and valorizing at the expense of, say, Kendra the short-lived mimetic Jamaican Vampire Slayer? I'm sure someone more versed in gender theory than I could rip me to shreds right now, and I have a lot of work I need to do (not sure when I'll even be able to watch either the dollhouse episode or the BSG finale,) but I'll end by saying that I think Alyssa has done us an enormous service by critically engaging Whedon's latest work, and I look forward to seeing what happens both with the series and with the critical dialogue which surrounds it.

EDIT: Further troubling any attempt to define "the real girl," for me, is the extent to which the show, at least in the pilot, frames itself as a direct critique of reality tv - the dollhouse itself as something like a combination of the real world house, with jobs assigned depending on the producers' whims, and the big brother house with constant surveillance and intrigue, etc. The reason the real echo is so elusive is that representations of reality are precisely what the show is trying to tackle.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Rat, commodified

The most bizarre moment of the GSOC strike was when a group of "counter-protestors" (actually actors hired by an advertising agency) set up a huge inflatable businessman in Washington Square Park, along with a nice, cuddly inflatable rat to protest the UAW's fangy, menacing protest rat. Wearing t-shirts and equipped with a web site that called on passersby and strikers alike to respect rodentia, and attempting to rebrand the rat as the "great pointed archer," (initials GPA. Get it? I just did...) threatened by villainous human supremacist trade unions, these ad agencies used our strike for some free publicity. The whole thing came out in MetroNY the next day. This was really my first interaction with an attempt to commodify the symbols of labor insurgency, other than asshole Yale undergrads wearing picket signs to frat halloween parties, and it's what came to mind immediately when I saw this in my subway station this morning.Yeah, that's an HSBC ad. the text beneath the photos reads "Different Values Make The World a Richer Place" You take the people pissed off at finance capital and you turn them into an advertisement for finance capital. Brilliant.

EDIT: Unless I'm being stupid and this is some culture jam a la adbusters, which would make some sense, but also points to how easily those tactics are incorporated into actual corporate strategies.

EDIT 2: Nope, it really is an HSBC ad. Incredible.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Monday, December 4, 2006

Good Medicine? (Party like it's 2001)

Yale bows to student pressure on another patent (this time Ed4t instead of d4t - go figure) and agrees to permit generic manufacturing of an aids drug in "low and middle income countries." (Does that include this one?.) Now these activists are trying to pressure the drug company that jointly holds the patent to do the same.

UAEM member Shayna Strom '02 LAW '09 said Yale should take the initiative in enabling drugs based on university research to be produced more cheaply for use in low-income countries

"We're glad that the University has made the decision not to patent in low-income countries, although we think there are further steps to be taken," Strom said. "The University had more leverage before it licensed the drug, but President Levin still has a great opportunity to set the tone and set the agenda."

Strom said the move would give Yale credibility as a leader in promoting drug accessibility, similar to the way Harvard recently received credit for being a leader in early action reform.

"Yale has a brief opportunity here to decide whether to lead or to follow," Strom said.

But Robert Alpern, the dean of the medical school, cautioned that if universities excercise too many restrictions on their licensing partners, they could lose them altogether.

If the drug sells well, the University will receive financial returns on the product as compensation for its research efforts in discovering the chemical. But School of Medicine Dean Robert Alpern said the benefits of discovering Ed4T will only be realized if Yale allows the pharmaceutical company to exercise its international rights over the chemical.

"We try to work with pharmaceutical companies to give the drug away in poorer countries," Alpern said. "In general, with these drugs the pharmaceutical industry is very good. I don't think the solution is to tamper with the licensing."


The specter of corporate retreat mobilized here seems somewhat phantasmic. Clearly pharmaceutical companies wouldn't be interested in the drug if they didn't think money could be made. And the fundamental question seems to me how or if university researchers can free their work from the yoke of the logic of the boardroom.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

untitled 11:20 PM 11/30/06

I just got internet in my apartment for certainly the first time since May - when the wireless connection i was "borrowing" cut out, but really the first time ever, since this is a dependable connection I pay for and control. It's exciting. In a totally banal kind of way.

I've been thinking about academics a lot, in part because there's no picket line around the library so i have more time to do so this year, (although there's a lot of organizing that needs to be done,) in part because I'm incredibly stressed out and need to be thinking about academics if I want to stay in grad school, and in part because, dude, I like thinking about the work i do or i wouldn't be in grad school in the first place.

I've felt detatched - and lost. I've been unexcited about my work and I'm still angry about last year, and, perhaps most keenly, unsure of what i want to focus on and what focusing on certain aspects of american studies will mean within the context of my university and/or department. The guest lecture i did last week, and the research i did for it make me increasingly certain that I want "labor" in there somehow, but perhaps coupled with "cultural theory" or making the move to specifically deal with cultural histories of labor and workers' movements, something that isn't in itself a new gesture, but could point my attentions towards places I would find it useful and rewardling to go. The spatial metaphors I'm using here are somewhat out of control.

And then the second exam could be something like "histories of capitalism," maybe. I don't know. Any suggestions?

Interdisciplinarity kind of sucks. It seems at least in part an illusory intervention. The limits of free play and open exchange become readily apparent not only when you get told you aren't focused enough or you're looking too narrow and need to be more broad - these are helpful interventions, more often than not- but, more pointedly, when it becomes all too clear that interdisciplinarity's an open signifier and as much a symptom of the neoliberal discursive hegemony of the "University of Excellence" as a zone of resistance to it - at least that's part of Bill Readings' argument in The University in Ruins, which I m enjoying but the pagination in my copy is totally fucked up and makes the second half unreadable so i have to find another copy. I haven't given up on cultural studies as a site from which to lodge powerful critiques and mobilize political and anti-political interventions, but I think I've done a poor job of figuring out how to situate what I want to do within such projects. Does this make any sense?

Monday, November 27, 2006

the financialization of the hospital-university city

Taken as advertised, as a story about the upper-middle class transitioning into the ranks of the super rich, today's installment in the Times's "Gilded Paycheck" series is, to quote RMJ's cousin, "boring." But taken as a story about new fronteirs of accumulation in an already deeply commodified set of professions and workplaces - the university, (and the business school,) the hospital, the nexus where the twain meet, etc., - the tale seems - at least to my admittedly obvious prejudices - more gripping. What exactly, we wonder, is "health care investment management,"and why is it so lucrative - so much more lucrative than actually practicing medecine?

As for the section on philanthropy, the valorization of the reagano-machiavellian spirit here - make shitloads of money for yourself so you can give lots of it away later and thus replace the welfare state with voluntarist and extragovernmental structures, of course ignores the baleful effects of the privatization of the commons and commodification of life-worlds by which these folks are amassing their fortunes in the first place. It seems unlikely that "health care investment management" is a victimeless crime. That money has to come from somewhere, and that means someone else's work is involved and rendered invisible by this tale of ingenuity (or canny mediocrity, as Robert Glassman himself suggests) and excess. A study might be made (that's me pretending to be Gramsci) of the forms of labor central to this story but excluded in the times piece, included but not limited to the lives of the health care workers and "consumers" upon whose backs Glassman's fortune seems to have been built.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Mikey Bloomberg, Standing Up For The Little Guy

If by "little guy," we mean Jack Valenti.

“Video piracy is not a victimless crime — it kills jobs,” Mr. Bloomberg said at a news conference. The mayor, who has made courting the film industry a priority for his administration, added that revenues from such piracy supports criminal gangs. In addition, the counterfeit DVD business has attracted its share of violence in recent years, with several shootings connected to DVD robberies in Midtown.

Using tactics the city employed to go after counterfeiting in the apparel industry, officials at the association, the Police Department and the city’s Office of Special Enforcement will work to identify buildings where piracy operations are located and take legal action against landlords and owners.

Under nuisance abatement laws, according to John Feinblatt, the city’s criminal justice coordinator, the city can essentially take control of the properties, shutting down offices, floors or entire buildings, depending on how they are being used, and suing the landlords, which could result in substantial fines. The legal actions could also force landlords and owners to post bonds and to submit new tenants for city approval.

Officials also plan to seek state legislation to make illegally recording a motion picture, currently only a violation, a crime carrying potential time behind bars. The plan would make the first offense a Class A misdemeanor, punishable by up to one year in prison, and subsequent convictions Class E felonies, punishable by up to four years in prison.

The city also plans to work with the motion picture association to create a public service campaign to educate New York consumers about the detrimental effects of piracy.

Screw all those homeless people, forget about gentrification and the skyrocketing cost of living in NYC, the 30,000 transportation worers who still have no contract, etc etc - clearly, it's the guy selling bootleg spanish language DVDs on my corner who's destroying America. Michael Bloomberg, I salute you for being so in touch with the problems faced by wealthy movie moguls!

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Latest acquisitions from the Tower Records Bankruptcy Sale:

  • Big Black: Songs About Fucking. Because nothing says sexy like Steve Albini.
  • Against Me!: Reinventing Axl Rose I have only heard "Baby I'm an Anarchist" and i don't actually like it very much and it strikes me as kind of obnoxious/pretentious but perhaps that is the point. Anyway i bought this mostly because i saw Amelia and Thomas yesterday and it made me think of them.
  • Yo La Tengo - Electro-Pura
  • Journey - Greatest Hits. Stop laughing. You know you play air keyboard right along with the video for Separate Ways (Worlds Apart.) It's for song rewrites, I swear.
  • Pat Benatar - Greatest Hits. No, really stop laughing. Seriously. Stop. Just shut up.
  • The Beatles - Seargeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Yup, I never owned this album before. Let the scorn flow in from the peanut gallery.
Speaking of stuff to listen to, the folks at the University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign put together this really great radio show about GSOC, (downloadable as an mp3) which has the first ever recording of the ad-hoc rap committee as well as great interviews with Mike, Tricia, Susan, Liz, Franny, Shana, and Anita. It's very much worth listening to on your commute to work or long walks around whatever city you live in.

It's been a good, busy weekend swamped with UOC folks after a week of being swamped with piracy. Last night was my grandmother's 90th birthday party (her actual birthday is tomorrow.) My great aunt got everyone to rewrite verses of "Hello Dolly" to be "Hello Judy." (If you were wondering whence came my proclivity to rewrite pop songs, you now know, and knowing is half the battle.) My mom's verse:

Old Judy, very old judy
Can you believe you’re 90 now for real?
You’ve been a great mama and a loving babu [my baby yiddish for bubbe (grandmother.) Not a reference to racist british discursive construction of hindu effeminacy]

You’ve even gotten us to dance just how we feel!
From women’s strike walkers to Hallmark altacockers
you’ve organized for what you think is right

We’re overjoyed judy in your old age
judy you are up to fighting the good fight

Friday, October 20, 2006

ugh

Morning after the mets' expulsion from the postseason after Oliver Perez of all people pitches well and Endy Chavez makes another fucking incredible catch - to rob Scott Rolen of a 2 run homer and turns a double play - as if that wasn't enough. It was a great season, but we also - because of a series of freak injuries - didn't have the pitcvhing depth to beat detroit, and Steve Trachsel's suckitude in game 3 really doomed us, I think. But even without Pedro, El Duque, or Duaner Sanchez, the mets were able to force and almost win a Game 7, and that's leaps and bounds better than anything the team's done since the unceremonial end of the 2000 world series. Plus, the future's looking up. There's always next year, I suppose.



The current iteration of the piracy project is handed in, which is good, because it was driving us nuts. I saw Abbey and Amelia Sunday and I'm hanging out with them and some other UOC folks tonight (hopefully AM, Dubba, and TWF,) which is awesome. Plus, i saw Cathy yesterday fro the first time since she randomly showed up on the GSOC picket line last December and only the second time since college, so that was also awesome.

Still, I am really bummed out about the mets.

Edit: But if you were wondering what differentiates the Mets from the Yankees, I offer this as proof, though i could offer a great deal more:

“We went to the last out of the last inning of the last game, and we gave it our all,” Minaya said. “What else can you ask for?

In a downtrodden clubhouse, plastic sheets still hung draped over televisions and computers in preparation for a Champagne bath, when Fred Wilpon, the Mets’ principal owner, entered. He went directly to Heilman, grabbed his arm and thanked him before crisscrossing the room to meet with the coaching staff.

On his way out, he found Minaya in the middle of the locker room. As they hugged, Minaya told him, “The players didn’t cheat you, they didn’t cheat you.”

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

"then bring the ruckus"

Finally, my labors as unsanctioned troubador of the academic labor movement have been recognized. Oh, wait. Maybe not.

Nobody noticed its strike after the first few weeks, so GSOC adopted a new tactic in its valiant struggle for recognition: point out the fascist power structure at NYU whenever the university or its administrators do anything. This strategy is at its ugliest when GSOC members personally attack NYU President John Sexton.

"Nerds wonder why Sexton’s high-priced lawyers have not told him that hugging people without their permission...could constitute sexual harassment," wrote "Bread and Roses" on the blog Nerds on Strike.

There’s even a song about his hugs circulating Facebook and pro-strike blogs.

"I don’t want no hugs/when a hug is a gesture of patriarchy," it says.

Hugs are a symbol of patriarchy, uh-huh. At this point, GSOC members sound a lot like Dennis, the famous anarcho-syndicalist peasant from "Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

"Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I’m being repressed," says Dennis, after King Arthur politely asks about the local feudal lord.

I can’t imagine how painful it must be to reach out to students, as Sexton does regularly, and have those efforts tossed back in your face by a handful of whining malcontents. He’s a nice guy; he gives hugs. Don’t be an asshole because you disagree with his administrative decisions. Sexton could walk into the street and toss $100 bills in the air; someone from GSOC would shrilly denounce him for flaunting his personal wealth.

I wouldn’t be surprised if GSOC members attacked NYU for purchasing wind-generated energy. The ivory towers enslaved wind; Sexton expects the breeze to do his dirty work. And why’s this autocratic patriarchy have to put petroleum out of work? Even if wind energy is cleaner and cheaper than petroleum energy, NYU is only doing it to improve their image — and distract attention from the real issue threatening international survival: Graduate student labor recognition.

That’s the thing: While I don’t know its members personally, as an organization, GSOC acts like an ass. It refuses to recognize that it’s just not that popular.

And I’m not alone in this opinion. I haven’t heard GSOC mentioned positively in months. I recently witnessed an expression of disgust on the face of a former GSOC supporter after I described its role in the St. Anne’s Committee lawsuit. You guys lost, miserably, and your new tactics won’t change that.

But if you’re really living in fear of guerrilla-hugs from Sexton, feel free to move on to another university. Plenty of seniors (this one included) would love to take your place next year.

Immmediately after reading this, and in the midst of a blogging crisis, (should I keep writing this thing if all it is is fodder for anti-union ideologues?) I sent in this response:

As the author of that song, I want to point out the presence of the word "when." The statement is conditional. Sexton's hugs are patriarchical when he employs them to stifle questions about his leadership, when he offers them in lieu of a meaningful dialogue with graduate employees, or while referring to us as a "virus" and vowing to extirpate us from his fiefdom. The song is satire. The problem is very real. I'm sorry you don't like us, Mr. Devlin, but this isn't a popularity contest, it's a struggle for worker justice and for a university not subjugated to the whims of megalomaniac administrators who boast about hugging undergraduates in the wee hours of the morning at public fora. I'm not moving on to another university because I'm committed to making this one better, and because, you will soon find, I suspect, should you decide to pursue a PhD, that the problems GSOC has identified in the structure of teaching and research at NYU are in fact systemic across the US academy and must be confronted everywhere.
Z

For some reason, when posting it, the editor (who may or may not be the same person as the columnist) changed "extirpate" to "extricate," which makes no sense, and changed fora to the singular, which seems like nitpicking to me, but what can you do. I perhaps should have also added that this blog is not a "strike blog" in the sense that it is in any way sanctioned by or the responsibility of the leadership of GSOC, United Automobile, Aerospace, and Agricultural Implement Workers of America, or the People's Front of Judea. It is disingenuous to claim that GSOC and GSOC members somehow bear collective responsibility for "No Hugs" or anything else on this blog, including this entry. It's also problematic to argue, as the columnist seems to, that there really is nothing wrong with a university president telling a room full of students and employees that he gets phone calls from undergraduates very early in the morning and then meets them and hugs them. But, for arguments' sake, let's assume that's all on the up and up and is not in itself innapropriate - the real problem with the hugs is then threefold. First, there is the assumption by sexton that he has the right to hug, that a body is necessarily huggable and his office as president empowers him to hug even should members of the NYU community not want to be classified among the potentially huggable. This was the gist of the question asked at the forum. Second, there is the way in which the hug performs a certain liberal corporatist (no pun intended) politics of conflict resolution, trivializes the hugged's objections and instantiates peace sans equal rights or justice (to borrow a framework from Peter Tosh.) "You want a contract? Tough, here's a hug instead." Sorry, not good enough. Third (and extremely tertiary) is the way that said hug as a gesture of pacification then constructs Sexton as "nice guy" and the unwilling, the refuser of hugs, as pathological.

Finally, I want to argue that the neoliberal university 's ever increasing involvements in finance capital, real estate speculation, biopiracy, and the casualization of academic labor constitute something to be worried about and to organize against. The U.S. academy is in a very real crisis now precisely for this reason. In so arguing I am not claiming the primacy of graduate student unionization over other struggles, but instead calling for a perspective which understands the entanglements of the "global university" or "enterprise university" or whatever you want to call it in a more nuanced and delicate way than "universities are liberal oases that do good things full of ridiculous people who are way too radical," which i take to be the gist of Devlin's objection.

I will apologize for the title of this post, inspired by my listening to 36 Chambers on the way to campus this morning. Additionally I want to reccomend that everyone track down Eccentric Soul: The Mighty Mike Lenaburg, a complation of music from the Phoenix, Arizona soul scene from the mid '60s through 1980, and also check out The New York Sound: From The East Coast to the Future, which is a compilation of NY boogie music in the years surrounding the rise of hip hop. You can get both from other music.

As always, I and I alone am solely responsible for everything in this entry and on this site , except for comments and block quotes. Ok, back to work.

Monday, October 9, 2006

Friday, September 29, 2006

It's been a long time (since anything other than blockquotes, it seems.) I shouldn't have left you without a dope beat to step to.

My apologies. I've been busy with a combination of GSOC, coursework, and, our group research project on piracy. The current state of my piece of the project proposal is below:

"The University of Pirates and the Pirate University: Academic Knowledge Production, Intellectual Property, and Utopia,"

The neoliberal university's position as a site of knowledge production and relationship to the licensing of the products of publicly funded research as intellectual property to be farmed out, often, to partnerships with private corporations, means that for academic capitalism, production and "piracy" are now increasingly intertwined. I propose a project which understands the current predicaments of so-called cognitive capitalism, (see Nick Dyer Witheford's essay in the European Journal of Higher Arts Education : http://www.ejhae.elia-artschools.org/Issue2/1b-dyer.htm) intellectual property, and academic labor. I will rely specifically on theorizations of immaterial labor by autonomist marxists like Dyer Witheford, Negri, Lazzarato, Tiziana Terranova (particularly this interview with Marc Bousquet: http://www.metamute.org/en/Recomposing-the-University et alii, and on some case studies of recent struggles within and against the global university's logics of ownership and work. I will also look at attempts to envision a nomad space of knowledge production against and/or outside of the post Bayh-Dole patent machine - what Dyer Witheford theorizes as the pirate colonies on the margins of David Noble's digital diploma mills. (yarr.)


Clearly, it needs work, but i think it's headed in a productive direction.

I haven't had a good night's sleep all week and i'm not really sure why. I just toss and turn and never feel rested. And i have these bizarre, surreal, intimate dreams which have been haunting me for the last couple of nights and i don't really get where they're coming from and why now. And right now i'm exhausted and

feeling mildly unproductive, not to mention a bit hungry. My major accomplishment of the day was buying new shoes - which boast - instead of gapoing holes where the heel should be, strong rubber soles as yet uneroded by the seven miles I walk every day. Also I think I have a better sense of the organizing that has to happen in my department, so I feel good about that. Really, though, I kind of just want to find something soft right now and lie on it for a few days, but i have what looks to be a busy weekend followed by a busy week, so that's a pipe dream. I'd really like to get out of the city for a little while, to go somewhere where leaves change colors and fall air is actually crisp. One of those moments where learning to drive probably would have been a good idea. But I am thinking maybe i should wait until things are a little more settled, until Fall has fallen a bit more, until I've finished an incomplete or two. Argh.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Monday, November 7, 2005

some thoughts on academic capitalism.

I have a bone to pick with the academic labor movement's discourse. Specifically, i'm a little perturbed by the discourse of corporatization as applied to the contemporary situation of universities in the global North, like NYU.

See, here's my beef: The corporatization of the university is a process which, I want to argue, is something that we should be talking about in the past tense to some extent, a process which we need to situate in between the late 1940s and mid to late 1960s as the moment at which the growth and importance of the corporation in the post WWII world and the GI Bill university become incredibly important in the logics of cold war mobilization, ergonomically inclined industrial psychology projects in the university seek to rationalize the homo economicus necessary for the kinds of work discipline demanded by the jobscape of the American Century's postwar boom, and the university-corporate nexus forms the site of the emergence and generation of the various models of international economic and socio-cultural development projects. Corporations acquire campuses and dub themselves think tanks, unversities streamline, Taylorize, and speed up. If my periodization is off, it is because i may be marking the emergence of some of these trends as far later than they actually are. So i should clarify by noting that i think there's a specific iteration of industrial psychology that emerges in these years, or perhaps the old strain, which dates back to the 1920s and has far earlier roots in the scientific management community, is vested with new attention or authority.

We also need to look at the politics of the relationships between institutions like universities and the spatial politics and built environment of the cities they occupy. See, for instance, Columbia's gymnasium project in Morningside Park, or the anger that erupts in the early 1970s over Yale's sometimes stealthy expansion in the previous two decades.

By the late 1960s, and particularly 1967-68, when there is across the globe a revolt against this corporate multiversity and its strong links to the Vietnam War and the policing of social movements, I want to argue that this corporatization comes into a state of crisis and the beginnings of something new start to emerge and attempt to replicate and replace it. In Yale's case, between 1968-1973, when the dollar is yanked free from the gold standard forever, the oil crisis erupts, and Local 35 is beaten bloody on college street outside the annual commencement ceremony while Hannah Arendt recieves an honorary doctorate, crucial shifts inaugurate the social relations of the deindustrializing city and its neocolonial relationship with the university. I tried to argue in my senior essay that there is a powerful link between this process and the fashioning of Richard Levin's enumerated global university, that this is when the neoliberalization of the univeristy begins in earnest, a process not merely about turning the university into a corporation, but about colonizing new realms of knowledge, about, particularly in the wake of the bayh-Dole act (1980) refashioning the university as a neoliberal instrument global inequality in the name of a politics of scarcity. At Yale, i was fortunate enough to be around the loudest evangelist for this new(er) reconsitiution of the university as a site of knowledge production in relation to the coloniality of power and knowledge, and also to get to work with and learn from federation folks doing innovative and awesome research on how this process worked -- whre the money went, how the board of trustees that controlled it functioned, and the crucially important place of international student workers in this new economy of the university.

I don't know enough yet about NYU's own history, but i suspect it is not different enough not to warrant a somewhat similar reperiodization. Ours is a movement against neoliberalism. Knowing this and being able to articulate it greatly enriches the possibilities for how we understand our struggle in a global context.

[acknowledgements to the researchers and organizers working on the Yale fight and to the GSOC people organzing for the strike, from whom i draw a great deal here.]

Wednesday, December 1, 2004

And Your Bird Can Sing

earthpigbornc (5:57:34 PM): have I told you about hatebeak?
hydrarchy (5:57:41 PM): no
earthpigbornc (5:57:48 PM): parrot-fronted death metal band
hydrarchy (5:58:18 PM): holy living fuck
earthpigbornc (5:58:23 PM): yeah
earthpigbornc (6:01:17 PM): oh shit
earthpigbornc (6:01:23 PM): I just discovered caninus
earthpigbornc (6:01:26 PM): guess what they are?
hydrarchy (6:01:31 PM): dog?
earthpigbornc (6:01:39 PM): two pitt-bulls
earthpigbornc (6:01:46 PM): the vocals sound sick
earthpigbornc (6:01:53 PM): just fucking snarling
earthpigbornc (6:02:01 PM): and dogs barking in rythm
earthpigbornc (6:04:43 PM): hah
earthpigbornc (6:04:50 PM): they did a split with hatebeak

edit: here's more on hatebeak for your amazement. (Also, earthpigbornc is my not-so-little brother, Lev.)