haute clôture

The US Senate voted to grant domestic internet service providers full access to the browsing history and thus the habits, health and well-being of its customers and sell that data to the highest bidder—all without the consent of the user.
Lawmakers opposed to the bill are rebranding the initialism ISP as “information sold for profit” or “invading subscribers’ privacy” and it is really chilling to think what sort of trails of bread-crumbs we leave behind that makes judgment rather than justice swift and instant. Companies beholden to no regulation and with no consequence for spillage, mischaracterisation that could deny an individual a job or a loan, would horde vast amounts of data for actuarial purposes and targeted advertising. The bill is not yet become law but we’re not expecting the opposition to prevail—but perhaps the new policy of containment can confine it to the USA.

ho/horizon/on

Reporting on the Getty Centre’s latest acquisitions Hyperallergic introduces us the visual verses of Scottish poet and playwright Ian Hamilton Finlay known as concrete or pattern poetry, typified by meaning being conveyed by the typographical effects as much as the choice of the words themselves. Though the works are ultra-modern this reminds me of this recent study of ancient calligrams. Visit the link up top to see a whole gallery of Finlay’s poems plus those of fellow pioneer and correspondent Brazilian Augusto de Campos.

star child

Via Kottke we discover that an architect, artist duo in Los Angeles have recreated an exacting replica of the iconic, other-worldly bedroom from Stanley Kubrick’s epic production of 2001: A Space Odyssey.
After disabling HAL, Doctor David Bowman confronts older and younger versions of himself in this setting when he goes to investigate a mysterious monolith in orbit around Jupiter. The bedroom film-set is in a massive warehouse transformed into an exhibition hall and thematically it is part of a series of displays meant to take visitors on a hero’s journey, an homage to Joseph Campbell’s trope of the monomyth.

despotting

What is even more remarkable than the dread phenomenon that is Dear Leader and his goon-squad and the spinelessness of fellow party members in the legislature is his media presence that’s beholden to no one and certainly not to the law of the land or to even factual events.
And while this behaviour and deportment will never be normalised no matter how it might be ground into our faces by jack-booted thugs or by more troublesome, subtler methods (like the nudges and cues that resulted in Dear Leader’s miscalculated triumph), it’s absolutely unbelievable how whatever the latest paroxysm is, it’s always on-message. However detached from reality or counter-factual it is, in the unmediated moment, it is Dear Leader’s account that lingers even if wholly refuted by other media sources—whom Dear Leader dismisses as “the enemy of the American people.”

br’er sessions’ splash mountain

Via Boing Boing, please take a moment to check out the wickedly wilting latest comic panel of Tom the Dancing Bug by Ruben Bolling, wherein our intrepid hero takes a trip to the Hall of President at Dear Leader’s resort and theme park. Please keep arms and legs inside the ride vehicle at all times.

orbit allocation

The Medium features a thorough and important series of essays addressing the legal framework of accords governing the exploration, exploitation and use of Outer Space—especially timely as the markedly anti-academic, anti-aspirational regime of Dear Leader is not completely eviscerating America’s frivolous æronautics and space agency.
Though happy and relieved for NASA workers and future programmes for being spared (mostly), I worry what profit-motive might be driving the decision and what sort enslavement awaits mankind once we are jaunted off to asteroid mining operations—since the robots are not having any of it—and how antagonistic countries may grow more and more willing to contravene the treaties’ terms and weaponise space. International space law came about once it was discovered that the US had commission the seeding of the upper atmosphere with a halo, an artificial ring of microscopic needles to maintain radio contact with a globally deployed military in case the Soviets decided to snip the undersea cables that connected Washington to points beyond.