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PHONETOGRAPHY » 2009 » February

Since when is Capitalism a Good Thing?

February 27th, 2009

Prostitutes

Prostitutes

Despite the fact that capitalism represents the dominant ideology, I’m always caught by surprise whenever I hear someone talking about capitalism as if it’s good.  I can’t explain it.  I look around myself and can’t help but scowl inwardly whenever I allow myself to see the results of this tragic establishment.  And yet, people everywhere see the same things and think “isn’t it wonderful?”

It’s a brilliant fallacy that says that we in the developed world have benefited because of capitalism.  In addition to taking as a given that the world’s structure as it exists now is inevitable and unstoppable, it assumes that our standard of living would invariably be worse without the blessing of a greed-driven society.  How does that follow?  In North America, our resources were effectively boundless (many still are), our seasons are agreeable to farming, and there’s nothing but space in which to spread.

Could not our standard of living (if not our destructive lifestyle) be maintained without exploiting the poverty of the developing world?  Must we ship our garbage (toxic and eternal) to China or Nigeria?  Do we need to send our dying ships (equally toxic) to India or Bangladesh to be broken down for scrap, killing and injuring many workers in the process?  Is any of this necessary?  And if it is, how can anyone possibly stand behind a lifestyle that is sustained by it?

How can someone wear a piece of clothing made by a woman who may as well have been chained to her sewing machine, possibly facing sexual harrassment or assault, forbidden from even chatting with her coworkers - and say that our system is a good thing?  Especially when said clothing represents the bulk of what we can buy?  How can anyone justify an establishment that would see that same worker labouring for weeks - just to be able to afford one of the hundreds of garments she made during that same time?

It’s absurd.

What’s more, this fantastic ideology has left us with a scorched planet - the true costs of its shiny products hidden (”mystified,” to speak theor-ese) by the endlessly replenishing supply on our supermarket shelves.  But for a few specialty brands, we have no idea where our products come from, how they got to us, or who made them.  We don’t know whether the cotton in our clothes came from a farm with soil rapidly depleted of nutrients for the sake of maintaining the cash crop.  We don’t know whether the coltan in our cellphones came from the Congo, fueling its civil war.  We don’t know how much greenhouse gas was generated as our products were built and shipped to us (though we are starting to know the catastrophic effects those greenhouse gases are having on our climate).

Can anyone explain to me how this is a good thing?  How a destroyed world and a suffering population is worth a new TV or a cool jacket?  After the Second Great Depression began last year, how is there anyone left who thinks this system is worth saving?

Lost Pet Series #1

February 21st, 2009

Lost Pets #1

Lost Pets #1

The Lost Pet Series:
I hardly need to explain how sad it can be to lose a pet.  For many, it is the same as losing a family member.

Neighbourhood flyers depicting lost pets are imbued with a kind of melancholy beauty.  In their decay (running ink, fading colour, shredded edges) they take on a new character - an abstraction that transcends their content.

The Lost Pet Series is a collection of photographs of lost pet flyers.  Where it’s visible, I’ve edited out the contact information.  In the miraculous event that you think you’ve found the pet in the image, let me know, and I’ll pass on any information I may have.

Synonyms for “Intoxicated”

February 14th, 2009

The Glowing Bar Cube

Cube and Coronas

Drunk, hammered, sozzled, sauced, destroyed, trashed, wasted, smashed, blitzed, gunned, tripping, stoned, buzzed, high, toasted, baked, soaked, pissed, tipsy, blazed, over, flying, three sheets to the wind, red (also red-nosed, red-faced), blind, gone, done.

This is only scratching the surface. Do languages other than English have this many ways to describe a willful loss of one’s faculties?  What does it mean that English has so many?

(Feel free to add your own synonyms to the list!)

Triumphant Atheism

February 8th, 2009

Reminder to all atheists: pointing and laughing is not an argument.

Renovations

Renovations

I take a lot of heart in the fact that atheism has worked its way into the mainstream over the last few years.  This is in large part thanks to the surprising success of Richard Dawkins’ “The God Delusion” and Christopher Hitchens’ “God is not Great“.  I have only heard the audiobook of the former (and this was at work, so I was only half paying attention), and I haven’t read the latter - so I can’t really talk so much about the tone within those books.  From what I recall of the Dawkins, it is largely well-reasoned and argued, and not too deliberately insulting, but I couldn’t say much more than that.  No doubt a large part of their success comes from the strident nature of their titles.  If a bit of harsh polemic is necessary to get the dialogue going, then so be it.  It’s had the desired effect.

What bothers me is the growing smugness among vocal atheists.  It’s damaging.

For a group that prides themselves on thinking logically, many atheists (particularly those who write/comment on the numerous atheist-circle-jerk blogs out there) don’t seem to understand that belittling their opponents is exactly the wrong way to convince them to reconsider their faith.  Telling a Christian who may have some private doubts about her religion that the “invisible sky-dad’s zombie son was nothing but a raving lunatic” is a fine way to push her to the other side of the fence.

And really, the argument was won at least a century ago - it just hasn’t caught up with most of the world’s population.  The bulk of contemporary philosophers did away with God a long time ago, as have most scientists.  As the globe gets smaller and its various religions interact with greater frequency, the idea of a single “true” religion becomes increasingly difficult to hold (though a personal pastiche spirituality becomes easier).  Doubtless there are those among the faithful who fear atheism because they expect divine vengeance, a valueless society, or simply out of a compassion for the surge of souls running headlong into the various hells that await the faithless.  Still, there are certainly those who fear atheists because we might be right.

For a while I was almost tempted to join Dawkins’ “OUT” campaign.  Unfortunately, the “Red A” logo is truly a crime against typography and good design. What’s more, the whole thing is at least as obnoxious as the Jesus Fish people stick on their cars.  It seems a little silly to create another sect, when a common complaint against religion is its tendency to tribalism.  Fighting fire with fire isn’t the way to go, here.

I should also address the Atheist Bus campaign, given that it’s spread beyond the UK, making its way to Toronto among other cities.  In spite of myself I enjoy the campaign.  I don’t really like the slogan (it’s vague at best), but the whole thing is playful enough that it manages to avoid most of the high-minded taunting that is so common when you get a bunch of atheists together in the same room.

It’s difficult. It’s really easy to be smug and cavalier about how silly religion is when you’re an atheist.  I’ve damaged important friendships by taking a light attitude with what, to the spiritually minded, is a very serious thing.  I still lapse into it on occasion, catching myself only after it’s too late.  But please, people, let’s at least try to be a bit more civil.  If our objective is to make the world a freer and more inclusive place, let’s not write off the majority of the population as fools.  If we do, we’re the stupid ones.

Joy in Living

February 4th, 2009

Morning Desolation

Morning Desolation

A change of pace.

Whether or not it’s true, I see myself as a depressive personality.  I am a realist, but realism begets pessimism.  Finding joy is difficult when you look at the big picture.

Yes, every day children are born and love flourishes.  But every day hearts are broken and children die - of starvation, preventable diseases, war.  Humans are the cause of the greatest mass extinction in 65 million years.  We’ve left the planet teetering on the edge of unpreventable environmental disaster.  Reasons to be happy are far outnumbered by reasons to despair.  It’s hard to plan for a future when you don’t believe there will be one.

One birthday, at a time when everything was perfect in my life, I spent the daylight hours trapped between anger and tears, unable to leave bed until the afternoon.  I was frustrated by the sheer blindness of humanity, the inability of so many people to care about anything more than themselves.  That day, I was saved by dedicated friendship and takoyaki.  On other days it’s other things.

Somehow, despite everything, happiness creeps in.  It’s as essential to existence as it is unexpected.  I had the fortune of experiencing a taste of that euphoria on saturday, fighting off the remains of a minor hangover, blinking at the sun in a bus shuttling me to Burnaby.  It was the best I’d felt in months.  I locked onto the feeling, seared it into my brain.  The problems of the world were no less.  They hadn’t left my mind, and I cared no less passionately about them - but nothing could upset me.  Not the thicket of parked cars, nor the poisonous consumerism that hummed in the mall in which I found myself.  In times of future despair, I will summon that memory, remember why joy had returned.

So where did it come from?  The concert I’d been to two nights before?  The drinking and long-missed friendship from the previous evening?  The sun?  The egg-on-toast breakfast?  The anticipation of seeing another friend and helping her move to a new home?  Everything, to be sure.  I contemplated that warm happiness, but it wasn’t diminished by the exercise.

Joy comes in possibilities.  The world might end (not with a bang, or a whimper, but with a long, drawn-out moan), but it is within our capabilities to prevent it.  Since the past few decades, and for the first time in human existence, there exist the means to provide every basic necessity of life to every living person.  That society is structured in a way directly opposed to that provision is an obstacle, but the possibility alone brings hope.  That compassion exists at all is reason enough to fight for the continuation of the human experiment.

Joy must be cultivated and maintained.  This is difficult, and I am a novice.  To be bitter, grumpy, or despairing comes easily, but it fatigues and cripples when sustained.  A world-weary fighter is easy to defeat, a happy one is a resilient enigma.  Being joyful does not preclude struggle or seriousness, nor does it require ignoring others or accepting the world as it is.  Indeed, the world today is completely unacceptable.  The world is repugnant, sick, dying.  It doesn’t have to be.  This is where we will derive our fuel.

We need an army of jocular warriors, conscientious and serious and observant.  The big picture never leaves their minds, the fine details are not forgotten.  Despair is not ignored or suppressed, but accepted.  It becomes an ally, a motivator, the very reason to be joyful.  Training begins now.  Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that happiness is a weapon?

(In related news, I think I’m finally starting to understand Paul Tillich.)