Reflect a bit. A blog for people in Social Theory through Everyday Life, ANT 323, at the University of Toronto
Sunday, January 30, 2011
WikiLeaks and Baghdad killings
Facebook Profiles
Friday, January 28, 2011
Egypt shuts down the Internet
People are now starting to gather in Jordan in protest of the government. Syria has already shut down Internet access, probably as a preemptive measure before people get too organized. This is the power of the Internet.
Did you think "Well, that's in Egypt, who cares?" Guess what, it could happen here too. In the US, a bill was introduced allowing the president to basically shut down the Internet in the US. Please also consider that in Canada there are only four corporations controlling ALL your data: Bell, Rogers, Telus and Shaw. Other ISPs are just resellers using the big guys' lines (and with usage based billing that they pushed the smaller ISPs can no longer be competitive, but that's another thing you should be angry about.) Do you really trust your information in the hands of these corporations?
Internet: Serious business.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/africaandindianocean/egypt/8288163/How-Egypt-shut-down-the-internet.html
http://www.boingboing.net/2011/01/28/egypt-just-turned-of.html
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Facebook hacked
http://www.computerworld.com/s/article/9206501/Mark_Zuckerberg_s_Facebook_page_apparently_hacked
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Arguments for privacy?
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Alan Watts - Man is a Hoax
Virtual, Social, and Immortal
The notion of (virtual and/or real-life) social status and relationships plays a big role in our lives, and as the podcast mentioned, the 'web makes us immortal' since the things we post or do on the web are preserved. The non-stop flow of information when I open Facebook annoy me at times because sometimes there are things that I do *not* want to know. For example, without thinking much, I accepted a friend request from a girl I met just once in my entire life and have never met since. To be honest, I don't know her that well (well, hardly at all), but her Facebook posts keep coming up on my page whenever I log in, as if I knew her well. It 'immortalized' our interaction from that day, unlike casual conversations I might have with a stranger which will remain as an ephemeral experience. Of course, if you ever want to meet that person again it's a problem, but to be given private (intimate) information of someone I hardly know is awkward because it is simply irrelevant to me. The 'newsfeeds' about a girl I don't really know coming up on my Facebook page is obviously because I made a 'choice' to add her as a friend. Awkward choices like the one I made, or how young people recklessly try to increase the number of 'friends' on Facebook, are examples of how the things we do online are not casual at all, but as the podcast mentioned, it is very revealing, a constant reminder of ourselves and our actions, like the recommendation engines that propose 'what you might want' based on previous purchases.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Unbounded Locality and 'O Noir', the Restaurant
In the end, it was definitely an experience I will never forget. I recommend this place to those of you who have not been to O Noir!
Monday, January 17, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
The Secret You
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Do You Really Know Me?
Judging is not in the ‘holiday spirit’
Myths
I would think, considering that we are all familiar with the insidious manipulation and effect of popular images, that it goes without saying that this image is obviously a lie, or hyperbolic, for the reluctant. I have grown up and lived in Pakistan my entire life, and of course, life for me is very different from what it would be for a foreign visitor, but I can safely say that I have never ever encountered such vicious-looking, teeth-baring men here. This is not to suggest that Pakistan is a haven of peace. We have our problems, lots of them, and yes there are frequent blasts and attacks and fighting going on, but that is still the exception, not the norm. Life, for most people, goes on as routine and ordinary (how else can it be, anyway? Life must go on).
The picture also implies another myth: that only men (and beareded ones, at that) exist in Pakistan and they probably keep any women oppressed and inside. This is also untrue, unlike the popular images of Afghanistan and Saudi Arabia that people in the west have. Women are very much part of the public sphere here.
On class and taste
A while back a friend invited me to the opera to see Death in Venice which is based on the novella by Thomas Mann and turned into an operatic performance by Benjamin Britten. Now I do not claim to be well-versed in the classical arts, although my friend, G, fares much better and is a regular at such events. However, neither one of us were familiar with this particular piece beyond vaguely recalling have heard of it and that in itself was justification enough of its greatness and thus, worthiness of seeing. Also, we had cheap student tickets, and you don’t say no to an occasion to dress up and rub shoulders with the high-browers of Toronto who nonchalantly sip their champagnes during intermission whilst looking out the glass windows of the beautiful Four Seasons at the commoners below.
Our expectations were disappointed with painful slowness as we kept waiting for the real action to begin. The show was mind-numbingly boring, with what seemed to be too much repetition, of both thought and action, to me. Briefly (and badly put), the story involves an aging German writer suffering from writer’s block of sorts who decides to take a trip to
The reason I have just narrated this rather irrelevant sounding anecdote is to analyze the whole experience in terms of some social concepts we have been discussing in class, primarily questions of class and culture. And I will be putting myself on the line in the process, so bear with me.
I find it curious why, or rather, how a taste for “art” is considered “refined” and has become synonymous with eliteness. I cannot speak for my friend, G, who is a regular at the Toronto Symphony Orchestra and the Four Seasons, but I know that an opportunity to go to such events sends me into a flurry of excitement and stressing over how to dress. This last time, I mentioned to an Aunt that I would be going to see an opera and she very seriously urged me to really dress properly, we didn’t want people there thinking that “brown people don’t know how to dress”! Of course, I put on my nice dress and make-up, but was grossly disappointed to see G rushing inside in jeans. Other people were in their finery too, but more casual clothing did not seem out of place either.
As to the content of the show, I could feign an appreciation for that. I genuinely enjoy music and performances and “art” and do not indulge just to satisfy some fancy fantasy of mine, but my appreciation and understanding is limited and admittedly, largely aesthetic (so call me simple). However, this show was beyond redemption in my opinion, and it gave my slightly-dented artistic opinion some satisfaction to hear the washroom-talk concur with my views.
Anyway, to put it briefly, even though we look at “class and culture” in class (no pun intended) from an academic point of view which inadvertently always removes ourselves from the picture (yes I know this course is about studying ourselves, but I think we always think of the material as referring to “others”), such concerns are relevant to us all at some level, be it going to the opera, or wondering how to dress for dinner at a fancy restaurant, or deciding between your friend who wants to go to the art gallery and the one who wants to have beer at the pub.