Saturday, July 21, 2007

Veganism UPDATED

Assertion: the consumption of animal flesh prevents humans from functioning on any moral platform.

When we engage the dialectic of morality--when we grade behaviour as being wrong or right, as being good or bad--we engage the moral machinery of our world. This machinery is powered by a mythopoeia, an engenderment of myths arising from codices. These codices are locuses from which meaning emanate. And so all observable phenomena are observed through the lens of these mythological constructs--religion, psychoanalytic theory, marxism--these are dialogues (narratives) which we use to construct meaning. It is the nature of the tribe (of the human) to explain, to narrate, to tell, to speak, and thus we engage narratives of every type in order to continue that tradition.

However, when we question how American mythology has come into being or which narratives survive and which die, we end at one conclusion: the precession of the masculine or the hegemony of the male over the female. It is the masculine presence which subverts, controls, and impedes the flow of context and of information.

Textbooks are inundated by the white male. Everyday is a celebration of the white. So much so that we are required to have a Black History Month. But this is a misnomer, as Black History Month is not solely the history of the blacks, but the history of America. Any social movement does not solely affect those directly participating in the movement. Consider feminism. Radical feminism challenged society's definition of male and female. The simple presence of social revolution causes all parties to be involved. That Black History Month still exists serves to delegitimize black identity and continues to engage the narrative of racism which pervades our patriarchal culture.

The codices we use to determine which behaviours are right and which are wrong will be codices that have been chosen by the majority. By virtue of being less than the majority, minorities are muted. Minorities do not have a voice. They do not have access to opposing texts. Why? Texts which could possibly challenge patriarchy's grasp over meaning are demonized so much so that whatever value they may hold is deleted. Thus, the sheer presence of a majority (a white patriarchy) ridicules and cancels opposition.

How is it that the masculine presence does this? From the precession of mythology, we see a vilification of the female. Look, even, at the language we use: male. -fe-male. Even our language represents our inherent bias against the feminine nature. And so, in our words there is a demonstration of the demonization which occurs in our everyday lives. But, specifically, consider what it means to be a man and what it means to be a woman. Men are seen as virile, powerful, able. Women are seen as prey, weak, emotional. But this goes back further. What does it mean to exist? What does it mean to thrive? Are we to infer that existence requires strength, virility, sexual promiscuity, or stoicism? Existence requires only one thing. 1 ) Motivation. If there is no motivation, if there is no urge, there is no life. If there is no life, there is no existence. Thus, to exist, you need only be present.

In other words, masculinity and femininity are societal frameworks through which we must navigate and out of which our codes for interpersonal communication emanate.

That said, consider the nature of food. Consider the above axiom: existence requires only one thing: motivation. What does it mean to be motivated? It means to be hungry. I mean this both in the literal and symbolic sense. We are hungry for sustenance. Sustenance in the form of a moral architecture, sustenance in the form of meaning construction, sustenance in the form of end result--that which sustains is sustenance. Thus, existence requires motivation which suggests the necessity for sustenance.

If the establishment of a moral architecture is sustenance, than we must ask: who establishes this framework and how is it maintained? Is sustenance perverted by the mis-perception of masculinity and femininity? Do we mis-interpret morality, meaning, progression--background and foreground--due to a false understanding of perception? Yes. And so our presence is thus malfunctioned as well.

Consider the role of the animal. There is no distinction between nonhuman and human animals other than the one we superimpose. Our moral architecture is such a perversion--perverted by the omnipresence of phallocratic social impulses--that the distinction becomes camouflaged. Camouflaged as natural. It is only natural that animals are not humans--or, should humans be in fact animals, we are far different than our nonhuman animal sisters. And the reasons behind that logic are legion--but they are meaningless and I'd rather not drown in their minutiae.

Thus, the human's moral architecture contains a glitch. It is not moral to eat human flesh and yet it is moral to eat animal flesh. The glitch is here. Humans are animals. Cannibalism, Carnism...these are variants of the same ideological constructs.

And our society not only consumes animals every day but it also commodifies, objectifies, exploits, disenfranchises, marginalizes and ignores other minority groups. Thus, to suggest that the machinery of morality is functioning properly is terribly incorrect.

B

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Like Alanis once recommended:

I may have bitten off more than I can chew.

I'm writing a review for Beyonce Knowles' new album while listening to her album. After hearing it three times through I can say I've had enough.

It's good. But, again. I've had enough.

I've got a Paul Simon record to review and a column (called Celebunamics) to write. It's more like a concept column, since it has to be approved by the editor in chief of the newspaper.

I've still got two stories to critique in my fiction class and a short story to write.

And I've got about 3 books I've stolen (and 3 more I've bought) from Barnes & Noble that I've yet to read! They are as follows:

IV (Chuck Klosterman)
Branded (Alissa Quart)
The Namesake (Jhumpa Lahiri)
Media Virus (Douglas Rushkoff)
Eleanor Rigby (Douglas Coupland)

And my eyes hurt like pixels have set up camp in my retinas. There are digital protests going on inside of my irises. There are computerized wars saying: "give me JPEG or give me death."

CDs added to my collection as of today

The White Stripes (De Stijl)
Sade (Love Deluxe)
Red Hot Chilli Peppers (Californication)
Beyonce (B'day)
Paul Simon (Surprise)
Sohpie B Hawkins (Tongues and Tails)
Sophie B Hawkins (Timbre)
Annie Lenox (Diva)
Jesus & Mary Chain (Honey's Dead)
Kid 606 (Down With the Scene)

Tomorrow I'm buying another White Stripes album. When I listen to them I feel like I'm in a musical time warp.

Insight of the day:

You know how on AOL if you're away AOL has this thing called "IM catcher?"

Well in about 10 (maybe 5 years) AOL'l have this new thing out called: "IDEA catcher"

So whenever you think of an idea, you'll instead be left with this vapid nothing feeling in your head.

Outcome:

AOL claims hegemony over intellectual growth. Amer--wait. Intellectual growth. America?

Oh my jesus fuck, I think AOL's IDEA catcher is already functioning.

My eyes can't even believe I'm forcing them to read what I'm typing right now.


Other body recharge time begins -now-

Saturday, September 02, 2006

So. I haven't really written an actual journal entry in a while. A very long while. So to all of you who read this, this should be an exciting and cybernetic hallmark moment.

I fell asleep last night at about 8 in the morning and woke up at noon. I was irritated at myself for being unable to get to sleep.

Kind of like how depressives blame themselves for being down for no reason? I was pissed off for being unable to sleep for no reason (although I'm pretty sure I could attribute my desultory insomnia to drug withdrawal. Or maybe anxiety).

Anyway. I went to Barnes & Noble and felt guilty, like I was contradicting myself by buying a Strawberries & Cream frappuccino. I found myself asking this question:

Do I have convictions because I feel like I should, or do they come naturally?

In other words: am I autoindoctrinating myself?

I bought Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, a commentary that is as much a criticism as it is an embrace of pop culture.

I owe it all to Justin.

I started working on the opening to my short-story for my fiction workshop. Here's what I have so far:



Commercial Soup
Day before last I had a bowl of cereal for breakfast comprised of:
1 and ½ cup soy milk
4 and ½ milligrams Xanax
1 tablet Fluoxetine Hydrochloride (Prozac)
I woke up a day later with a horrible headache and a terrible appetite and it got me to thinking on the subject of killers and how they must always be in a state of edacity.
“Think about it,” I tell a friend at lunch in lower Manhattan two days after my benzodiazepine coma. “When you exercise, you get hungry. Murder is a form of exercise. So I’m sure psychopaths are always hungry. And that’s a modus ponens argument, you can’t debate me on this.” She slurps at some soup and after about a minute of silence she says:
“Is it murder that’s a form of exercise—or exercise that’s a form of murder?”


I still felt really guilty about shopping at Barnes & Noble, so I went back earlier today and stole a book.

That's $30.00 that I have not spent.

I like to think of things in terms of other things.

As in:

"Well, I didn't go to class today. But think about the sheer beauty of being able to wake up and say: fuck academia."

I call it Situational Ethics.

Procrastination steals time exponentially.

Either that or it creates an illusion of timelessness.

Procrastination is necessary. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

I find myself doing things just so that in the future I can honestly say: "Yea. I've done that."

I call it Pre-emptive Storytelling.


TV Advertisements remind me that home is where the television is.

I'm listening to Annie Lenox and imagining her and I walking on a crystal runway as she tells me the secret of glamour.

She whispers: "It's all about luck."
Me: "Are you sure? What about hard work? Diligence? Image?"
Annie: "Eh. Sure. You can work your ass off for something. But glamour and hard work are opposites. Glamour must be somehow accidental, even if it is really just makeuptechnics."

And she wins the argument and I feel depressed because I didn't already know/think of that.

My laptop is a codex. Even after I die, my life (or at least a fragmented version of my life) will still be immortalized somewhere on this hard-drive.


I find comfort in robotics.

I'm going to see a psychiatrist and I am going to try my best not to abrade my personality.

The clock that's ticking in my living room chimes every hour. Clocks are time made tangible.

Anyway.

But back to Annie Lenox and our conversation.

Me: "How do you feel about time, Annie?"
Annie: "Time? Time? Time is hypersensitive. Time is a concept. Understand it and manipulate it how you will. I think everyone understands time so well, we're all subconsciously speeding up time. Speeding up progress."
Me: "That's very insightful of you Annie."
Annie: "Not really. Insight is redundancy a decade in advance."

Tired. My laptop is dying. AKA: my other body.

Time for a recharge.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

BSPOT14: Vulgarity

Saturday, August 19, 2006

BSPOT13: Überillogical

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

BSPOT12: Megacamp

Saturday, August 12, 2006

BSPOT11: Unexperimental