Earlier this year the CEO of Carl’s Jr. announced that he wanted to replace his restaurant’s workers with machines, citing millennials’ aversion to face-to-face exchange as prime amongst his reasons (read: justification). To his point: I (a borderline millennial) find myself favoring stores that have self checkouts; they feel like personal, well-stocked pantries/warehouses that I can just wander into, grab what I need and dip. In a way I am part of this Randian problem. But is it ‘really’ a problem?
Yes, a robotic work-force could potentially cannibalize the economy, but what ‘special irreplaceable value’ do fast-food workers add to the fast-food dining experience? There is a brainless, assembly-line quality to the process of taking orders and filling them that robots could probably do more efficiently and with zero disdain/ineptitude/fatigue. This could be a boon for the consumer who has grown weary of wasting their hard-earned on botched orders (“How you gonna forget the chicken though?! That’s in your goddamn name!”). And furthermo—
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Published August 25, 2016
Tags: Art, Wolf Children
It has been seven years since the events of the last movie, and Ame—who was living in the mountains (he’s basically the new Sensai) until his pack and the rest of the animals were forced out by a logging company—is leading a “Planet of the Apes”-style revolt against the company’s employees and the surrounding town (their end goal is to reach the CEO’s estate). Yuki—who has been living ‘exclusively’ as human for the last seven years (only her mom, her husband Sōhei and Ame know her secret)—gets wind of what’s going down and puts her political career (possible twist: her campaign is being funded by the logging company’s CEO) on hold to go reason with her brother.
I’ve always taken issue with the idea that we ‘play’ God, as well as the the belief that our creations are ‘artificial’ or ‘unnatural.’ Everything we create is composed of elements found within our universe. Yes, some of the substances may be synthesized elements, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that, like us, they are NATURALLY occurring. Also, all this ‘stuff’ evolves through our natural-ass hands and are products of our natural-ass minds which are driven by natural-ass genetic predispositions. In this way cities, high-tech gadgetry and everything else we create are no different than anthills or termite colonies. What may set us apart however, is our hyper meticulous and obsessive method of creation. It’s hard for us to divorce ourselves from our perception as a superior species to see this though; to understand just how ‘naked’ we are in the universe. We are just so damn full ourselves. But what if we can’t help it? What if—due to the fact that WE are all we know—we, in a sense, ‘have no choice’ but to perceive other species, our world and the broader universe as it RELATES to US. Even basic concepts: A mountain is ‘large’ because it is ‘bigger’ than US, an ant is ‘little’ because it is ‘smaller’ than US. Interestingly, it is this ‘basic’ concept that dictates how we FEEL about every goddman (relative) thing around us. From the examples mentioned to the infinite vagaries of the universe. Doesn’t matter the matter, we always start with 1.
Published August 18, 2016
Tags: The Sublime
Every time I watch Ancient Aliens I find myself pondering two things: does one have to go to school to become an ancient astronaut theorist and what the hell is up with ancient peoples and moving big-ass rocks around? Was it a way for them to stunt through the centuries like, “No matter how ‘advanced’ y’all get, you’ll never figure out how we moved big-ass rocks ridiculously long distances from their sources of origin and then with laser-like precision cut them bitches into all sorts of symmetrical shapes.”
In lieu of writing a piece that touches on all the crazy shit that’s been goin’ on I thought I’d just aggregate some old shit that was pertinent. So just click that link for a few bits (of varying length) about the zeitgeist an’ our condition an’ shit. If you don’t have the time and/or patience to slog through all that just peep this.
Activists are fucking annoying. All they do is whine and whine until they get what they want. Just a’buncha perpetual nuisances. But damn it, they get results; after enough impassioned rhetoric, marches, boycotts, sit-ins, destruction of property (and memes) institutions (both corporate and political) become fatigued and begrudging policy change results. Even private individuals can be swayed by this (at times white noise-esque) persistence: they can be ‘annoyed’ into Tolerance™ and/or Political Correctness™, but here’s the thing: all the stuff that fuels our prejudiced mindsets doesn’t just magically disappear post-annoyed-into-acquiescence; it lies dormant, resurfaces after the tension of suppression becomes too much to bear. That’s why we’re sat here—in this time of hoverboards and flying cars—shrugging our shoulders, wondering why we haven’t reached the proverbial mountaintop yet. Thing is: Every last one of us are chock-full of suppressed fears that have the potential to manifest themselves as all sorts of all sorts of self-destructive absurdity.
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