Xark!

Info R/Evolution, Intertwingularity & Xarkism

I built this blog began in the summer of 2005 based on a couple of insistent thoughts:

1. The standard media/cultural categories for topics and discussions were entirely too sterile and limiting for the way I wanted to think and talk;
2. Based on my mode of working as a reporter (diving intensely into one topic after another) it was increasingly obvious to me that my learning in one area (quantum physics) influenced my thinking about another subject (microbiology), which provided insight into seemingly separate topics (mass media, sociology, politics, etc.).

Hence, Xark began with a foundational statement: Because there are no unrelated topics.

Our thought? Maybe by involving people from multiple backgrounds in multiple topics, we'd have more interesting and productive discussions and insights. I based this on the notion that communites that grow up around "themed" blogs tend to evolve into monocultures. Ecosystem biology teaches us that a monoculture (tree farm) simply isn't as sustainable, healthy or as valuable as a naturally diverse ecosystem (rainforest).

These days I'm happy to observe how well those concepts fit into our developing understanding of knowledge and human intelligence in the networked world. From Peter Morville and his book Ambient Findability to Dave Weinberger and his Everything is Miscellaneous, the leading edge of the culture is rapidly incorporating radical ideas about the semantic structure of information -- quite literally, how the Web works better when we pattern our information systems on human-ness. The Web has rather haphazardly grown into an extension of ourselves. The next step (generically, The Semantic Web) may be very deliberately built as an extension of human consciousness.

So Ted Nelson's notion of Intertwingularity (1974) re-emerges in a new contest and reflects its futuristic light on the notion of Xarking.

Intertwingularity is not generally acknowledged -- people keep pretending they can make things deeply hierarchaical, categorizable and sequential when then they can't. Everything is deeply intertwingled.

So Anthropology professor Michael Wesch begins to make sense instantly: Everything is connected. Nothing is separate.

I suspect it was always this way. Perhaps we saw it differently before because information and communication was so slow and precious and difficult before. It took improvements in maritime and navigational technology before we could "see" the Earth as round. Maybe it takes the explosion of networked media for us to "see" that everything is an expression of the one, that technology is evolution by non-biological means, that political, economic and social systems based on keeping us artificially separate and oppositional are wasteful relics.

The rest of the world doesn't think this way right now. We're still in the minority. But that could change.

Roman Lee's Message of Hope

On Tuesday evening, I went to sleep in a fairly even mood.  Things at work have started to slow down from the numbing speed of the last few months; everyone in the family seems healthy.  Given all that can go wrong, things are good enough to let me drift off easily.  To sleep, and then to dream.

As often happens when I’m content, my dream was perversely one of terror and panic.  I don’t recall what psychological demon was terrifying me, mind you, but I do know that I was in a panic, adrenaline pulsing, without hope of salvation.  I was sitting in the backseat of an old sedan, and someone who looked as if he had walked off the set of Mad Men was driving.  Smoking and driving.  Sweating, smoking, and driving.  Things felt very edgy, hopelessly so.

Nail Hard Catholicism

For my money, one of the worst aspects of being Catholic is the feeling of drudgery with which ritualized spirituality often appears to be approached.  While I know some of you might think it’s the politics of Catholicism that would be difficult, I’ve always found my struggles with those politics to lead to some of my most important spiritual insights.  So, no, it’s not the politics, and it’s not the ritual itself (which I like); it’s the way every song is sung as an offbeat dirge, the way every prayer is said as if one is communicating the contents of a phone book. 

I’ve always wished something could be done about this aspect of the Catholic “approach;” I’ve often wondered what changes would work, at least for me.   The only “different” approaches I’ve experienced have felt either downright ridiculous (e.g., the folk masses of the early 70s), or too much on that side of “magical” spirituality (e.g., the charismatic Catholic movement) for my comfort.

While acknowledging that spirituality should and can be practiced in multiple ways, and while acknowledging that such practice can be a matter of taste rather than substance, I’ve always wanted to see a Catholicism with a raging sense of excitement and a voluminous muscularity, for lack of a better word.  As I’ve noted before, I’m Catholic because I was born with it, and I like the way it forces me to struggle.  Nonetheless, being a rather loud and boisterous personality, I’ve never seen why I had to struggle with the style as well as the politics.  It is this combination of my commitment to Catholicism with my desire for a different style of worship that made me so interested in the new HBO documentary on the Hard as Nails ministry.

Organic Process goes live

Over the past few weeks I've been helping out some friends of ours with a website they've been remaking, and I've waited to write about their project until the site went live.  But this is not about their site (which is a perfectly nice site, designed by the fine folks at Fuzzco): This is about creative people who are redrawing the lines between art and journalism and activism and commerce.

Her name is Farrah Hoffmire. His name is Mitchell Davis. They both grew up in Summerville, both graduated from C of C. She started off to be a mental health counselor but became an artist. He started off as a musician but became one of the founders of BookSurge.com, one of those magnificent little software-commerce marriages that's just so smart it practically squeaks when you rub up against it. When BookSurge sold to Amazon a couple years ago, Farrah and Mitchell moved to Seattle to help integrate their company into the mega-bookseller's operations. And while they were out there, Farrah decided to learn to make films. That was the spring and early summer of 2005.

In late August of that year, Katrina struck the Gulf Coast and swamped New Orleans. A few weeks later, Farrah packed up her camcorder and headed to the Delta, where she began recording her own personal history of the aftermath of the storm.

The Universe's Nudge

When a series of coincidences occurs in my life, I often wonder—and I know others do the same—if the occurrences are some sign of God, or the universe, or something else, pushing me in a certain direction, or if they are more simply, in fact, a series of coincidences. 

Here’s just such a story:  about two months back, I started thinking seriously about attending a beginning yoga class.  On the one hand, I feel as if I should have done this years ago.  Given the variety of spiritual paths I’ve taken, it’s shocking that I didn’t end up in yoga classes, if by accident alone.  On the other hand, I always buck against trendy activities, and there’s something about this one that, for some reason, particularly throws me off.  This combination of interest and irritation had kept me from doing much more than idly thinking about yoga for several years.

With this mindset, on a Thursday morning, I was walking down the street and passed by 12South Yoga, a very popular Yoga studio near my house.  As I walked past the front door, a woman—whom I didn’t know--was sweeping the front sidewalk.  She looked up at me, smiled and said, “Are you going to join us in a class today?”  After politely rejecting her offer, I continued on.

The Pleasures of Struggle

In the past several weeks, I have twice been involved in conversations with “church attending” friends. Both of these conversations took the same turn—a turn I’ve become very familiar with and a turn that leaves me feeling slightly irritated.  In both cases, I’ve held my tongue because I wasn’t sure that my irritation was warranted, and I wanted to process the ways in which these conversations may work as an indictment of my behavior. 

So, here’s how the conversation goes:  Somehow, the topic of spirituality or worship or church attendance will arise.  Either before or after I observe that I attend Mass on a regular basis, my partner in conversation says something akin to this: “Oh, I’ve joined a fill-in-the-blank-liberal church because they believe in all the same things that I believe in” (e.g., gay marriage, reproductive choice, female clergy).  It may be because I am Catholic and have beliefs which tend to run counter to standard Catholicim (and I am hence being defensive), but there’s something about this response that bothers me. It’s not that I think people shouldn’t be able to join any church for any reason—hell, of course, they should be able to believe whatever they wish and join or not join any group of their desire—it’s more that I don’t like the fact that the position my friends take assumes that it is morally superior to choose a church based on one’s politics.  Let me restate:  choose or don’t choose your form of worship based on your politics, but don’t act like its an obviously better moral position to make your choice on that basis; don’t make an assumption that would posit my own attendance at Mass as a morally inferior position, because I would argue that my position, while no better, is both spiritually and politically useful.

Bruce Sterling: Dot-Green

Via William Gibson, here's Bruce Sterling writing in The WaPo on green economics for our "stricken world that bypassed the time for action":

In 1998, I had it figured that the dot-com boom would become a dot-green boom. It took a while for others to get it. Some still don't. They think I'm joking. They are still used to thinking of greenness as being "counter" and "alternative" -- they don't understand that 21st-century green is and must be about everything -- the works. Sustainability is comprehensive. That which is not sustainable doesn't go on. Glamorous green. I preached that stuff for years. I don't have to preach it anymore, because it couldn't be any louder. Green will never get any sexier than it is in 2007. Because, after this, brown will start going away.

Could I return to my first paragraph for a second? That part about me and the crowd of Serbian radicals? Serbia may be the world's single-greatest locale for a professional futurist. Awful things happen there faster than awful things happen anywhere else. The Balkans is a tragic region that denied stark reality, broke its economy, started multiple unnecessary wars, and basically finger-pointed and squabbled its way into a comprehensive train wreck. It suffered all kinds of pig-headed mayhem, all unnecessary.

That's just how the world behaved with the climate crisis, too. The time for action isn't now. The time for action was 40 years ago. Today we live in a stricken world that bypassed its time for action. We have wreaked science-fiction levels of havoc on the unresisting carcass of Mother Nature. The real trouble is ahead of us.

So what's the good part? They never gave up around here. On the contrary: There's a certain vivid liveliness in the way they're scrambling and clawing their way out of yawning abyss. The food is great, the women dress to kill, and sometimes they even laugh and dance.

You don't have to predict the future when you live in it.

Oh, and FYI -- this is what's on Gibson's mind at the moment...

Of course, Gibson says this wasn't the vision he had. "Interstitial. Gotta be interstitial."

Fear of Questions

I regularly get emails from people with legitimate, even thought provoking questions who feel a need to apologize for them.  Usually it is something like "Sorry if this question is silly."

No seriously asked question is "silly."  I don't care if we're talking religion, politics, physics, or cooking.  You can't get the answer if you don't first ask the question.  Even if it is a "beginner's question," beginners still need to ask them!  People are afraid that questions make them look dumb.  They don't.  They make them look serious.

I will not go so far as to say that there are no silly questions.  I consider "How much does Canada weigh?" to be a fairly silly question. 

Cleaning house

The kids had a hard time doing their chores today, and I wondered to myself how best to help them grasp that whether work is miserable or pleasant is usually a matter of perspective.  It occurred to me that Lao Tzu's enigmatic statement "work is done, then forgotten/that way it lasts forever" might also be interpreted as a comment on the one thing that seemed to be making the kids so unhappy: drama.

Only when we remove the drama from things do we see them objectively.  As I listened to the kids complain about the relative fairness of their tasks, I heard them speak about everything except the task at hand. I was talking about paying attention to detail. They were talking about the personal dramas and smoldering injustices that animate their lives.

And I realized that this is how my stories and complaints would sound to Lao Tzu.

The Tao Te Ching is what truth looks like when you drain away the drama from things, when there is nothing at stake and our only concern is that which lies before us.