Speed is nourishment
Organize your life as a train makes stops to keep your identity with the group.
Religion is food for the time-supressed.
Don’t stop to eat.
Perhaps the unavoidable compromise that a species dominated by visual sensibility is the deference made against the other senses imbued by biology which become lessened by the overwhelming importance relayed upon sight. Taking a categorical inventory of earthen beings, the student becomes alerted to the massive body of data which points to the successful obligation of life which has remained in the ecosystem absent the pictoral response aligned as a result of the neurological capability of light awareness and stimulation. Considering the opposite, we can refer to the many animals on earth whose survival depends deeply upon the sense of smell. The awareness achieved through olefactory perception and the spatial construct relayed through such. There are many species who have survived, although bleakly in some cases, but nonetheless survived, with the principal input coming from their ability to reference space contingent upon smell. Imagine if you can space determined less by the light-nerve sense of visual depiction, but rather smell. What if enclosures were constructed through smell? We can elicit nature in her multitude of forms which have engendered a vast inventory of spatial constructs whose denominative character are specific inclinations alternative to the visual sense and instead established through other means. Sound, smell, tactility, and perhaps others which our primitive empirical instrumentation has yet the ability to comprehend. How does our overwhelming reliance upon visual sight, the visual region of the electromagnetic spectrum sabotage us in ways which we are ignorant of? What do the architecture of sound, smell, and tactility offer us otherwise? The universe offers a infinite range of dynamic possibillities which the human species has little to account for. How much of these are perhaps reliant on other sensibilities which we through arrogance have downplayed and ruled out? What is the technological impact of said devices, whereas instead of making experimental instigations and measurements based upon sight, are compromised when considered in another framework of sense perception? Considering that humanity has already made the jump towards networked communication as a means of heightened awareness, I suggest that we consider the implications of such a step in light of alternative sensibilities laid out. Assuming that networks eventualize the abstraction of consciousness to a point where even the physical body becomes of no utility, then what does this say about the existence of consciousness? Does consciousness become liminally functioning upon the sensbilities of other dimensions? Are the inputs described by light nerve stimulation deemed primitive to advanced consciousness in the universe? And if so, what do these beings take in as data? Imagine that our networked communication systems become advanced to the point where the hardware components are abstracted to the point where they find power source entirely in the ether. Where control signals, batteries, and channel mechanisms are all computationally integrated to the vibrations of the spheres - the subatomic movements of atoms and molecules, of valence electrons and quarks. The protocols used for sending and recieving vast amounts of data are merely a feature of the cosmological swaying of celestial bodies. Hence, could there be an advanced network of communication all around us already, sending and recieving complex communications which we have the oversight not to investigate nor the ingenuity yet to comprehend. What if there is a system of advanced intelligence all around us already.
Perhaps no recent event in post-information age world history has had more inclement attention than the unfortunate events surrounding the extra-marital episodes of professional golfer Tiger Woods. His galavanting through the incessant lude pastures of porn actresses, cocktail waitresses and cougars attracts the vile detriment savored for the best the networked media spectacle which our mediated terrordorm offers. Nonetheless, taken within the critical landscape profered on these pages of decryption, let us consider briefly an alternative interpretation which the flashlight of illumination can perhaps suggest. Absent the inundation which only a shock-and-awe television industry engineers, the event of a public hero falling towards the earthen delights is a paucity of banality. People cheat, marriages fail, and the woman leaves. But alas, this is not the story. The issue is, and which we put forth as an empirical ritual delegation of electronic tribal sustenance, is the elect war between the man, and his clone. For no better is there an adequate example of the image at conflict with the person is this dysfunctional digital epilepsy in the current landscape than the battle between the person of Tiger Woods, and the clone of which exists in the silicon databases archived over the past decade through his achievements in the mirrored spectral screen. As a image, the young prodigy, beaten odds, superlative natural talent hedged as a future of possibillities, given life as the supreme dream of all of humanity. Pure work yields promise as the hopes of the masses leaped upon the back of a person whose efforts at atheltic and ludic domination serve as example towards the actuality of everything which one person could hope to achieve. Against this example, we see the image. The image which exists purely as a construction of electronic mediated acceleration. Nike ads, interviews, sponsorships, tournament victories televised in real-time across the globe. Cable news reflections, forum texts, and a commensurate tribal-based crowd-sourced image of immaculate and cosmic proportions. So far does Icarus fall. It is the avatar which construed electronically and superceded in the minds of the audience which Tiger Woods competes with, and which he eventually, dost fall violently. Thus as a spectacle in the post-information age, and as the world continues to bear witness, participate in, and observe, the death of the person is vindicated by the ritual burning of the mediated image. The killing of the king through the sacrifice of the image which occurs not in the physical world, but in the minds eye of the audience, the spectators and neophytes of the contemporary world. As we watch, the image of a person entirely disassociated from the meatspace person is built. And this image is always a monstrous gap from the real. The more distant the gap, the more potent the media concoction, and the higher captalized the event. So as it stands, we bear observance to the battle which Tiger Woods fights against his avatar. An avatar effused from the zillionic number of personal experiences every golf-fan and sports enthusiast has formed through their manifold subjective experiences reflected not from the direct engagement with Tiger Woods the person, but rather from the image-clone of Tiger Woods. And regrettably, the man faces a solitary war against this impossible detriment. Fighting against an image he cannot see. Against the image inside of billions of personal images constructed from media which each of us has made. Each one of which is a cloned personality, though primitive, but exists as a function of everywhich which has been written, pictured, and recorded in silicon.
For most of contemporary society of the western demographic, it has become a daily if not hourly ritual to log-in eiher through desktop, mobile, or handheld machines and review the status updates provided by other users of said person’s preferable social network application du jour. The coagulation of information, served on portals adjudicated via personal dissemination or the idiom of ‘self-brand’ includes the ultimate in post-information age/andoid meme constructions.
With the arrival of sites such as Facebook, MySpace, Friendster, LinkedIn, and other of their ilk, the avante-garde of the media-savvy or mediated savages preclude the latest in the death dribble towards a networked future of the branded-self. A late-staged chapter providing infomationalized biologique whereas the process of becoming social is wholly triumphed by a restless derision of giving over of the individual towards a inundation of consumption. It is a future of capitalized friendships, proliferated advertisements virally propelled across the human index of tribal identity.
The reduction of spirit to a numerical factoring, notated somewhere on the personal portal is a crime against ourselves. It is a level of machinated discrimination where the victimless crime is more a reckoning on a wholly genocidal scale, indoctinating the urges of a post-information age populace whose passive adoption of machinated sociability goes unnoticed under the dim whirling of fan blades in temperature-controlled datacenters of blade servers.
I’ve written before on the important of numericity, or shall we say, numbers in the post-information age. In this case, as with social networks, the transmogrification of human relationships to integers is another immoral step into the pathos of a silicon horror.
We are trained in BF Skinner-like behavioralism to congnitively accept without resistance the coming agenda of android dominance. Even the font of Facebook gently nuanced with pop-lite cerealen blue wraps around your neural vision, warmly welcoming you to a vanilla sky of soft summer acceptance. It beckons like an Apple ad, always evoking groups of attractively, hiply dressed young people, taking advantage and killing you slowly.
Social networking is the real-life operation of cloning. The android meme has become successful at convincing you to create your networked self, your media doppler, and it wants you to bring all your friends and family as well. There is no requirement for cryogenic electronics, cell therapy, gene splicing of tissue engineering. Everyone knows it’s easier to do it in software, which we have discovered has already gotten there first, and it is far too late in the game to rescind it’s beta testing.
