a tale of a tub (13. 788)

Taken by academics as an over the top invictum against academia itself and an attack on the Royal Society and Enlightenment science of Newton and an afford to decency—even more so than “A Modest Proposal”—Jonathan Swift’s 1726 visit of Lemuel Gulliver to the levitating island of Laputa and its earth-bound territories speak to our current embrace of artificial intelligence as a short-cut and a short-circuit of critical thinking in the classroom and beyond. Resonant across three-centuries, our traveller’s audience with the regent and court magisters find him on a flying landmass (like contemporary tech utopias like the abandoned project NEOM), though with a limited range of six league (thirty kilometres) due to the specific geological properties, rare Earth elements, needed to support them aloft. Philosophers were so preoccupied with speculative thought that they needed prodding by dedicated retainers to get them to listen to anyone or social engage in any form. Most scientific advances remained in the realm of the abstract and theoretical, failing to work in practise, like extracting sunlight from cucumbers, but one device does, despite enormous effort and inefficiencies does work, a very labour-intensive wooden contraption that allows even the most ignorant and ungifted persons to participate in poetry, politics, mathematics and theology without study—neither reading nor writing—the gears of word calculator rotated by forty men into position, forming words and sentence fragments to be assembled by scribes, predicting the underclass supporting the energy-guzzling, autocomplete nature of ChatGPT. Laputa is an expansion of Swift’s earliest prose parody of the title, the allegory generally understood to be an attack on internecine Christianity but chiefly a lament on what passed for scholarship, rote memorisation and for those who embraced this new learning without caution or criticism. It is fitting that after departing this innovation-hub, Gulliver travels to his final destination to the equine society of the Houyhnhnms and their human work-horses, mute and brute, weeks spent in the company of the masters, trying to learn their language and copy their gait in order to avoid remaining just another yahoo in their eyes.

hardfork (13. 787)

Having encountered multiple instances of esoteric programming languages beforehand, we were pleased to add another one to our toolbox in the literally object-oriented coding of efghij—everyday food, garden and home item jenga.  Arranging a still-life out of a set of ordinary, with the fork as a variable, the glasses, clothes peg and condiments expressing specific functions and conditional constructs, the pictured conditions yields the output “Hello world!” (see above) as a pillow-case bearing that message. The title refers to a change in command protocol that is not backwards compatible, splitting the network into separate versions, one path following the new rules and the other the old rules. More regarding syntax, ease of use from Futility Closet at the link above.

white house arcade (13. 786)

The already doltishly defaced White House web site, we can only hope the content is one day jettisoned into the Sun—and perhaps the whole presidential palace raised to the ground and begin anew, inshallah, though increasingly it looks like America may never recover from this grift and mean hatefulness—has, we learn through the litigious threats of the Tetris Company against the Trump administration for copyright infringement, wanting no association with the “Build the Wall” knock-off and successfully managed to get the game taken down, a bit of the Streisand Effect but drawing attention to the particularly pathetic and embarrassing, added a suite of video game clones, slapdash AI-generated, propagandised versions that are guaranteed to be unplayable with poorly designed mechanics that just pander to the xenophobia of the MAGA base.  Though the now gone Tetris mini-game (replaced with a place-holder) was probably the most offensive one—and dumb as the point of play is to remove blocks and not construct a barrier to repeal a zombie invasion at the border and the wall stacks up quickly, likely not in court to be ruled a violation of intellectual property due to its rules of play—there’s cheap points too for a Flappy Birds imitation of a bald eagle navigating a bill through Washington, a Snake-like game called Rio Run with border patrol agents blocking immigrants (OK, this is as bad as the Tetris takedown), a Roller Coaster Tycoon counterfeit with the goal of funding one’s children’s Trump Savings Accounts, gamified but without any educational content to help parents make informed investment decisions and lastly appealing to the MAHA wing, a Burger Chef knockoff to sort school lunches and Make America Healthy Again.

les trente-six vues de la tour eiffel (13. 785)

Best known for his picture series of the Eifel Tower (see previously), with the seasons changing, we appreciated this gallery of Henri Rivière’s lithographic works spanning the first decade of the twentieth century, capturing other quarters of Paris. Somewhat of a departure from the earlier project that was a faithful interpolation of Japonisme and Japanese printmakers in terms of layout and presentation, these vignettes still maintain the traditional minimal palette and outlines and previews the coming ligne claire style adopted by European comic artists like Hergé. Rivière also painted scenes of Breton and a study in waves, like his inspiration, Hokusai.

synchronoptica

one year ago: a customisable chyron roll (with synchronoptica), more synthetic geology plus AI as a calculator for words

two years ago: a nineteenth century puppet theatre, New York’s Chelsea Hotel, branding wild horses plus Haile Selassie deposed (1974) 

three years ago: The Blob (1958) 

four years ago: the Chaos Computer Club (1981), medieval dog names plus the beach photos of Philip Barlow

five years ago: the Battle of Marathon, a sudden revelation plus more nearby abandoned places

six years ago: doom loops, traffic planning and civil engineering, Lascaux Cave rediscovered (1940), flights to nowhere plus the invention of the written word

seven years ago: Bonanza (1959) plus the Treaty on the Final Settlement with Respect to Germany (1990)

 

day one hundred eighty-nine (13. 784)

Russian army returns to bases in Syria, contradicting claims that facilities at the port of Tartus would be transferred to Damascus. Houthis seize Red Sea coast as the Saudi East-West oil pipeline shuts down following an Iranian drone attack, pushing oil to a four-month high. A quarter of a century after the attacks that shook the world, Americans reflect on 9/11, including retrospective reevaluations of mistakes that were made in the immediate aftermath. The Clintons, the Bushes, the Obamas and the Bidens attended a remembrance ceremony in Lower Manhattan, flanked by current and former New York City mayors, while Trump—told he would not be allowed to make a political speech, was in attendance at a ceremony at the Pentagon, sleeping through most of it, only to wake up in time to make his push for the justification of his war of choice with the Israelis in Iran, backed up by Hegseth, who frames both today’s fight and the fight from twenty-five years ago as a continuum, “The struggle against evil continued and it continues now. It will continue until Judgment Day. Our only answer here on Earth is eternal vigilance.” Forever wars carry a dark legacy—with the US president having recently weaponised the Department of Homeland Security, created directly to prevent future attacks, to embark on a weeks’ long campaign to purge voters from rolls as part of a broader plan for intimidation and disenfranchisement ahead of the upcoming elections, which might be suspended anyway over some manufactured crisis, and the blood and treasure of a generation squandered, unaccountable trillions wasted in pursuit of a few terrorist, toppling regimes, fighting the resultant insurgencies to make the world a more dangerous place, the nation ceding its industrial, technological, diplomatic and economic edge in the process, particularly now with allies alienated by unending hostilities, which would have been better spent on education, outreach and universal healthcare, reversing climate change at a crucial juncture—opportunities lost to pandering to insecurity and illusionary exceptionalism.

i keep running and i don’t touch ground (13. 783)

Back in 2020, Matthew Wilder’s 1983 synth-pop breakout hit saw a resurgence when it became the subject of a brief viral trend on TikTok, which involved texting the lyrics line-by-line to friends until they recognise the song or disengage, then filming oneself dancing in front of the message chain, the inherent ridiculous of it—fresh at the time, often pranks or cheating lovers meeting their comeuppance—delighting the artist for the moment of rediscovery, though covered several times in the interim with a number of interpolations of the melody, and prompting Wilder to release a lyric video in the form of the exchange. Signed to Arista Records, Wilder was struggling to find his voice and a style of music that fit him, he self-financed the recording of “Break My Stride” as a rebuke to recording industry executives, whom Wilder felt were blocking his creativity with the song reflecting how he felt about his career at the time. The label, seeing little potential in Wilder, ended his contract, freeing him to shop around his repertoire and made a connection with iconic record promoter, responsible for shaping the careers of the likes of Elton John, Teena Marie, Murray Head, Lionel Richie, Neil Diamond, Paula Abdul, Wham!, Kim Carnes and many others, and reputed soldato of the Gambino crime family, accused of widespread racketeering and payola (the illegal practise of concealing pay-for-play deals with radio stations and now extended to streaming services but much harder to enforce) of Joe Isgro, who helped propel the single to the top of the charts by creating the illusion that it was a sleeper hit. 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

aal11 (13. 782)

Shortly after taking office in January of this year, Mayor Zohran Mamdani’s staff found a tranche of documents, sixty-four boxes, never released that suggest that residents of Lower Manhattan were misled about the safety and air quality in the immediate aftermath of the 9/11 terror attacks and for years following. The mayor directed his staff to upload these documents and make them available on a portal that anyone can search, coming online earlier this week. One can see environmental surveys for any given neighbourhood and learn more about the actual risk, exposure with resources about filing a claim for compensation. In a rush to get businesses in New York running again and to not “let the terrorist win”—reminiscent of the resistance to social-distancing schemes, shuttered shops and restricted gatherings and the push by some for a return to normality that was premature and had far-reaching consequences—public officials at the city, state and federal levels assured that the air was safe to breathe and the water safe to drink for those living next to ‘the Pile’—rescue workers avoiding the term ground zero favoured by the media, the rubble of the Twin Towers, burning concrete, lead, asbestos as well as hazards from the some two thousand automobiles buried in the underground parking. Three times the number of individuals, not only first responders, who died that day a quarter of century ago have now died as a result of illnesses caused by living with the toxic debris. The terror attacks were declared an act of war to limit the city’s legal liability. The resource, courtesy of Web Curios, also includes a wealth of information documenting the social impact, search and recovery efforts and perhaps most importantly how institutions respond to something so unimaginably of world-changing magnitude and violence.

synchronoptica

one year ago: a 1970 documentary on Kenneth Anger (with synchronoptica) plus artist Ivan Aivazovsky

two years ago: search engine optimisation, transcribing presidential debates plus tales of Chemical Romance 

three years ago: the Hoover Dam comes online (1936), an actual flying car from 1973, bird photograph of the year plus a manliness calibrator

four years ago: an important battle in the Scottish War of Independence (1297)

five years ago: 80s automotive dashboards, avian photograph of the year, the Dead Internet conspiracy theory plus Mid-Century Modern home-entertainment consoles

six years ago: a memorable, perfectly timed photograph, Disintegration Loops, fiery skies plus assorted links to revisit

 

day one hundred eighty-eight (13. 781)

Houthis capture Yemeni port of Mocha as the rebel group consolidates its control over maritime traffic in the Red Sea. American forces in the region spread thin and efforts by the Saudi-led regional defence alliance failing, no one seems to be able to do any thing to stop their advance. Stymied still by duelling blockades, ships crossing the Strait of Hormuz drops to seven per day—the Revolutionary Guard claims to have destroyed a naval drone patrolling the waterway. The ECB raises interest rates and the war drags the continent’s economy down and oil prices rise more. Several fighter jets sustain damage from Iranian ballistics launched at US military compounds in Jordan. American vice president Vance pitches himself as Trump’s political heir-apparent as the midterm convention in Dallas closes.