You know you're a Phd student when…

* you can identify universities by their internet domains.
* you have difficulty reading anything that doesn’t have footnotes.
* you understand jokes about Foucault.
* the concept of free time scares you.
* you’ve ever brought books with you on vacation and actually studied.
* Saturday nights spent studying no longer seem weird.
* you can read course books and cook at the same time.
* you find yourself citing sources in conversation.
* your office is better decorated than your apartment.
* you are startled to meet people who neither need nor want to read.
* you have ever brought a scholarly article to a bar.
* you rate coffee shops by the availability of outlets for your laptop.
* you look forward to summers because you’re more productive without the distraction of classes.
* professors don’t really care when you turn in work anymore.
* you find the bibliographies of books more interesting than the actual text.
* you have given up trying to keep your books organized and are now just trying to keep them all in the same general area.
* you have accepted guilt as an inherent feature of relaxation.
* you often wonder how long you can live on pasta without getting scurvy.
* you have more photocopy cards than credit cards.
* you have a favourite flavour of instant noodle.
Basically you are underqualified, overburdened and eternally in the dark…

for comfort there is Piled Higher & Deeper.

A book…

“A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. so the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion.”

Umberto Eco – Name of the Rose

rose

The DeadLine, or this is not a vida

To those of you who read this blog, friends (do friends read friends blogs?), as you may know the realest* of all my deadlines is fast approaching. At this stage I am disinclined to follow the thoughts of the sage “I love deadlines. I especially love the whooshing sound they make as they fly by”** and attempt to manage the impossible (hitting deadline) if only to get the damn thing*** over and done with. This first hurdle of all hurdles is not the vida but the internal seminar were the wise ancients of the Dept of Informatics (there is no place like home) climb down from their mountain-tops to throw lightening-bolts, murmer incantations and generally discuss the suitability of the dullard attempting to pass through the gates which they are set to keep. Therefore I am left to arrange my defence and attempt to explain myself. All that remains are the words “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”****

And it didnt take me 20 years even though some of you may have thought so…

the blind bard
the blind bard

THEN Ulysses tore off his rags, and sprang on to the broad pavement with his bow and his quiver full of arrows. He shed the arrows on to the ground at his feet and said, “The mighty contest is at an end. I will now see whether Apollo will vouchsafe it to me to hit another mark which no man has yet hit.” On this he aimed a deadly arrow at Antinous, who was about to take up a two-handled gold cup to drink his wine and already had it in his hands. He had no thought of death- who amongst all the revellers would think that one man, however brave, would stand alone among so many and kill him? The arrow struck Antinous in the throat, and the point went clean through his neck, so that he fell over and the cup dropped from his hand, while a thick stream of blood gushed from his nostrils.*****

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* Social Constructivists among you would dispute this but even the most active social constructivists tend to agree that deadlines exist and follow them – why is that? Wouldnt a real conference on social constructivism really be a a group of people not submitting on time, another group not following the compulsory paper format and eventually at the conference no groups turning up?
** Douglas Adams, who else?
*** Phd…if you didnt know this you have not been paying attention.
**** Douglas Adams, who did you think?
***** Odyssey Book 22 Samuel Butler (trans.) A funny illustrated story version here.

Disruptive Technology

Is it a sign of senility or hubris that I occasionally post pieces of my thesis work in this blog? No idea. But here is a piece on disruptive technology.

While in many cases a disruptive technology can be seen as a technology that replaces the incumbent technology one must not forget that this replacement also displaces the social organisation around the displaced technology. Therefore printing presses replaced the scriptoria and also change the role of the scribe. Railways replaced canals and also changed the way in which the social organisation around the canals functioned. Therefore railroads did not only make an impact on the barge pilot but also on the bargeman, lock keeper, canal owners, canal-side innkeepers, barge builders, waterway engineers and the horse trade (most barges were horse drawn). This process is not only one of historical interest. Examples of disruptive technologies are all around us. It is, in fact, a continual process. Digital cameras are replacing photographic film, flash drives replace floppy disks, DVD players replace VHS players. Each change brings has social and economic effects to a larger of smaller degree.

Actually I wanted to use something else but after looking around I could not find a good work on the social history of writing and writing implements. Not languages but a social history of putting text on paper. This feels like a book I would like to read. Instead I found Henry Petroski’s book The Pencil: A History of Design and Circumstance which was not as good as I hoped it would be. I thought it would be a social history but it turned out to be more of a vague technical history which makes brief stops at erratic points in the development of the pencil. But to be fair I have only read a third of the book – so I still might change my mind.

Planespotting the CIA

There have been recent controversies over whether unofficial (offical) CIA flights have being taking place. The purpose of these flights has often been the illegal transportation of undesirables (terrorists) to dention centers (prisons) which have a more lenient view of human rights abuse (allow torture).

The nice thing is that among all the political statements such as no such planes flew or landed here the proof of their existence is provided by the low-tech. In a hobby which is akin to the eccentric train-spotting I have now learnt of the practice of plane-spotting. The activities of the plane spotters has created a minor headache for the politicians wishing to happily claim that the evil planes ever existed.

The Guardian has an interesting article reporting this story:

Paul last saw the Gulfstream V about 18 months ago. He comes down to Glasgow airport’s planespotters’ club most days. He had not seen the plane before so he marked the serial number down in his book. At the time, he did not think there was anything unusual about the Gulfstream being ushered to a stand away from public view, one that could not be seen from the airport terminal or the club’s prime view.

But that flight this week was at the centre of a transatlantic row that saw the prime minister being put on the spot on the floor of the House of Commons and the US secretary of state, Condoleezza Rice, forced on the defensive during a visit to Europe. The Gulfstream V has been identified as having been used by the CIA for “extraordinary renditions” – abducting terror suspects and taking them to secret prisons around the world where they may be tortured.

The Guardian: How planespotters turned into the scourge of the CIA
by Gerard Seenan and Giles Tremlett
Saturday December 10, 2005

Grafitti as Social commentary

Grafitti is a difficult topic. I dislike it when trams and buses are vandalised and filled with repetitive tags and I am not impressed by any sloppy, messy and defacing uses of a can of spraypaint. However this doesnt mean that I dislike everything I see. Some of the work out there falls into a category of its own. I am particulary fond of social commentary. Where there is a large communicative process. The difference? Well tags are simply the marking of turf in the same way as a dog would pee on a lamppost. Important to the dogs in the area perhaps, but not really a communication to anyone else. Social grafitti partakes, and asks others to partake, in a social discourse. One of the best examples of this I have found is the work of Banksy, who makes grafitti a form of social commentary.

“Imagine a city where grafitti wasn’t illegal, a city where everybody could draw whatever they liked. Where every street was awash with a million colours and little phrases. Where standing at a bus stop was never boring. A city that felt like a living breathing thing which belonged to everybody, not just the estate agents and the barons of big business. Image a city like that and stop leaning against the wall – its wet.” Take a look at examples of his outdoor collection here. I particularly like his work on the Israeli/Palistine wall which can be seen here. His work can also be seen in Retort Magazine – Where you can see a picture of Mujahidin Mona Lisa. More of Banksy’s work can be found in his books Existencilism (2002) and Wall and Piece (2005)


existencilism Wall and Piece
Books by Banksy

Another interesting example of interesting grafitti is done by a lesser, but more local anonymous hand holding the spray-can. I came across this wall while working in a nearby town. I would not really have bothered with it much since it is simply the words “Civil Disobedience” (in Swedish) sprayed on the wall of a concrete underpass. The thing that makes this interesting is that the writer asking for (demanding?) disobedience corrects his own sign to conform to spelling.

civil olydnad
On a wall in Uddevalla (Now repainted)

If its disobedience you want – then why bother correcting the direction of the N? Is this actually more than simple tagging? Has the hand that sprayed thought about what it was doing? Is the changing of the N actually a subtle communication by the artist on the ways in which even disobedience is ruled by conventions? This work was trivial but with the changing of the N it becomes a subtle form of communication on the nature of laws, rules and social conventions. All this in two words on a concrete wall that never previously inspired me to think. Dont tell me that grafitti isnt important.

Pictures on Walls

Another cool website collecting everyday culture is Pictures of Walls. This is a site full of messages written on walls. The idea is that this is the individuals attempt to comment and create the culture which appears around her.

The project has also resulted in a book called Pictures on Walls. There the importance of social commentary is stressed through the manifesto.

MANIFESTO
Art is not like other culture because its success is not made by its audience. We, the public, fill concert halls and cinemas every day. We read novels by the millions and buy records by the billions. We, the people, affect the making, the taste and the quality of our culture.

The Art we look at, however, is made by only a select few. A small group create, promote, purchase, exhibit and decide the success of Art. Not more than 5000 people in the world have any real say. When you go to an Art gallery you are simply a tourist waving flags at a parade. A parade where the winner was decided without you.

We want to make Art that charts. We thought of calling it a revolutionary new way to sell Art but it’s not revolutionary. It’s just cheap.

The malls are coming out of the walls.

pointless vandalism
This one is entitled Pointless Vandalism. From the website Pictures of Walls.

Once again we see that by collecting the bits and peices of life, or the commentaries of people around us, we get thoughtful commentaries on our existence. Not only is this art (or whatever you want to call it) an effective and thought-provoking form of communication, but it is also additionally interesting since it is ephemeral. Here today, gone tomorrow.

BookCrossing

This belongs to the things I should have blogged about ages ago but keep forgetting. The idea for BookCrossing is to take a book and “release” it into the wild. The book is marked with the label below and the idea is that the book will travel around and if the original releaser is lucky then he/she will get email reports on were the book is.

bookcross

Never heard of bookcrossing? It has even made the Concise Oxford English Dictionary as a new word.

A similar project is Phototag which periodically releases a series of disposable cameras into the wild. The cameras are labeled and have instructions for unwary PhotoTaggers to take one picture and pass the camera on. Postage and a return address are included on the camera so that it may simply be dropped into the mail to get back home when all the film is used up.

Quote

“Let us return to what was and ever should be the office of this Abbey: the preservation of knowledgeâ??â??preservationâ?? I say, not â??search for;â?? because there is no progress in the history of knowledge, merely a continuous and sublime recapitulation.”

rose

Said by “Venerable Jorge” in the film “The Name of the Rose” – I cannot remember if it is the same in the book.

Enemies of the Internet

The Reporters Without Borders have published the 15 enemies of the Internet list. However it is equally interesting to pay attention to the countries that the Reporters Without Borders deem interesting to pay attention to.

The 15 enemies of the Internet
(in alphabetical order)

– Belarus
– Burma
– China
– Cuba
– Iran
– Libya
– The Maldives
– Nepal
– North Korea
– Saudi Arabia
– Syria
– Tunisia
– Turkmenistan
– Uzbekistan
– Vietnam

Countries to watch (in alphabetical order)
– Bahrain
– Egypt
– European Union
– Kazakhstan
– Malaysia
– Singapore
– South Korea
– Thailand
– United States
– Zimbabwe

Reporters sans fronti̬res РWSIS

Take a look at their “Internet Under Surveillance” report 2004

Also, if you have missed it, check out their “Handbook for bloggers and cyber-dissidents