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So, I got stopped by some cops for taking some pictures.

The pictures were of these beautiful (to me at least) smoke stacks in town. I was driving by and thought the light was just right and decided to go ahead and snap some shots.

I was out there for about 10-15 minutes at the most. Around the time I was going to walk over and take a last shot of this peacock made out of flowers a cop car showed up, and from what I’d read on Boing Boing in the past about cops harrassing photogs I had a good idea of what to expect.

First there was one cop, officer Garcia. He opened with a general “why are you taking pictures,” and I explained that the smoke has this wonderful texture to it and I’m attracted to industrial looking buildings and structures, later referencing pictures I’d taken of abandoned buildings in Detroit. He talked about how in “this day and age” people get concerned when they see someone taking pictures of energy sources — and I thought, so that’s what it does!

Unfortunately, it was really really cold, and I accidentally put my hands in my pockets one too many times, which led the officer to frisk me. Yep, hands behind my back and legs spread apart, the real deal. All taking place along Neil street near that horrendously named new restaurant Buttitta’s. Maybe you saw me?

The officer didn’t like it when he found my iPhone set to record audio — oops. ( ^ _ ^ ) I told him it was for my own protection. Either way I didn’t do it right and the phone wasn’t recording anyway. He tried to tell me that it would have been illegal for me to be recording, and I’m familiar with the laws he was referring to, but it doesn’t apply to a public situation like that, especially where you’re talking to an officer, does it? I also found it odd when the officer started reading through my various little sets of notes and notebooks. That isn’t legal, is it?

Eventually two other cops showed up, one of whom repeated the line about “this day and age” and whether I understood why they stopped me, while the other amused me by asking if I was part of any ecological student groups on campus.

Overall, I didn’t mind. I’m pretty docile in those situations, and it felt like fieldwork more than anything else, where I was observing them as much as they were observing me. I tried not to be too creepy when I was taking my pictures, and it was right by a park of sorts with a sidewalk nearby, so I hadn’t been too concerned. But I wasn’t completely surprised when things went down the way they did.

After all that, I hope you like some of the pictures I took. I almost got arrested for them. Unfortunately, I never did get a shot of that peacock.

Status Updates for Week Ending 2010-01-31

2010-01-29 Self Portrait

  • The cashier at Taco Bell told me I look like George Lopez. I think it was my hat that did it.
  • The Fall was such a mesmerizing film. Every scene felt dreamlike, as if it couldn’t actually have been shot. I was also tickled by Darwin’s reliance on Wallace, given the history it was referencing. Trailer:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iO0LYcCoeJY

Bad Art 2009-10-29: She’s Got Tooth and She Knows How to Use It

She's Got Tooth and She Knows How to Use It

2009-10-21 Bad Art: Hair Tooth

Release Release Release

Release
Release
Release

But it can’t be done
Here I am
In this body
Thinking about these hands
On this keyboard
Typing out into space
And everything
And everyone
I’m connected to

Release
Release
Release

As if I can unbecome that which I am
As if I can wave power away
As if I can wave discourse away
As if I can wave subjectivity away
As if I can wave my body away

Release
Release
Release

No one understands
What it’s like
To be inside my head
Picking everything apart
Trying to get at its core

Release
Release
Release

It’s an impossible task
I try and open it up
That irrational inside
But everything becomes ordered
Put into place
And paralysis sets in

Release
Release
Release

I fondle words
On the tip of my tongue
But before releasing them
I interrogate them
“What do you mean?”, I say
“Why you?”, I say
It cannot be done
All I have is this self
Surveying the world
Taking everything in
Trying to make sense of it
I am
Forever and always
This ordered being
Never able to let go
Bound eternally
Inside order
And reason

2009-10-10 Bad Art: Prince Tooth

2009-10-10 Prince Tooth

2009-10-09 Bad Art: Gold Digger

2009-10-09 Gold Digger

Sherry Turkle’s Ethnocentric Stance on Texting

A recent article on texting and teen development reports Sherry Turkle’s expert opinion on how “constant texting is causing anxiety, sleep and relationship problems in teenagers,” but this opinion is abysmally ethnocentric and highlights the trouble with culture-blind assessments of recent developments in communications technologies.

For example, Turkle says, “Adolescence is a time when teens are supposed to define their boundaries and to have a certain autonomy,” without contextualizing the culturally contingent importance of autonomy. Nor does she point to this as a simple shift that has taken place in adolescent development, rather than perceiving it as an assault on something that is static and steadfast.

One reason such an assessment raises my ire is that it has already been seen in other cultures. Digital Korea dubs South Korean youth “Generation-C,” for connected, and highlights how they are “the first generation to live with the friends ‘in their pocket’ — instantly available at all times.” What this cultural example allows us to do is to read American developments as a new and deeper form of intimacy, rather than seeing them as a threat to previously existing cultural formations.

Thus, instead of arguing that, “Intimacy requires that you really become a kind of expert in the face-to-face, and teens use texting as a way to avoid the risks of face-to-face,” we could instead see these developments as a shift taking place in intimacy, and praise the new opportunities texting opens up for managing interactions and relationships. While it is indeed the case that some information is lost when individuals text each other rather than interact face-to-face, it is also the case that this “loss” of information makes it possible for individuals to engage in difficult conversations that they might simply have avoided in the past.

As a minor point, Turkle argues that texting has placed adolescents’ thumbs in harm’s way, but this could easily be an argument for better cell phone design rather than an argument against texting.

Also, Turkle says she “talked to a lot of teens who feel that there is no choice because if they don’t have it, people will think there’s something wrong with them” — but isn’t that just an inescapable part of growing up?

Hopefully these points are just distorted artifacts that will disappear when I become more familiar with Turkle’s work.

Aloïse Corbaz at the Watari Museum of Contemporary Art

Aloise Corbaz

When I saw the artwork of Aloïse Corbaz, an outsider artist from Switzerland, at the Watari Museum of Contemporary Art I was entirely unsure what to make of it. At first I thought her paintings looked like elaborate children’s drawings, especially since she used crayon in many of them.

One part that stood out for me in her paintings were the eyes, which reminded me of some form of classical art I can’t place now that has unusually large and round eyes. The sexual themes also stood out prominently, as many of her paintings featured curvy women with exposed breasts.

Apparently Aloïse had schizophrenia, so the art did give me a sense of what the world looked like through her eyes. A close friend remarked that even those intellectuals who were not familiar with “art brut” would experience her artwork as disturbing upon seeing it for the first time.

The idea that people would experience this art as disturbing reminded me of my experiences with anthropology, where individuals sometimes experience other cultures as disturbing. The trick is that after the initial “culture shock” disappears people are left with new ways of seeing, just as with Aloïse’s art.

Aloïse Corbaz at the Watari Museum of Contemporary Art jasoncromero

Piranha in Ketchup and Mustard Sauce