Woebot 185

“I love you, Miss Susan,” said the little robot plaintively.

“That’s sweet,” she replied, bending down to press the button on the side of the robot’s head. With a click and a buzz, the light disappeared from the robot’s eyes, and its metal posture seemed to go slack. Susan sighed. She would have to call the manufacturers in the morning and order a new one.

She opened the door to the cupboard beneath the stairs, picked up the robot and placed it gently inside, next to the long line of other robots. Then she closed the door, and locked it.

For Iran

There’s a firestorm in the blog teacup around Iran at the moment. Anything beyond the basic expression of solidarity with the protestors would be futile and presumptuous, and the most insightful thing that I’ve read relating to the protests was also the simplest. This quoted on the Prospect blog post by Nasrin Alavi, author of the excellent We Are Iran:

I will take part in the rally tomorrow. It might become violent. Perhaps I may be one of the people who is meant to die. I am listening to all the beautiful songs that I’ve ever heard before…. I always wanted to thin out my eyebrows… I am looking through all my family photo albums from the start. I have to call my friends and say goodbye. I just have two bookshelves full of books to my name in this world; I have told my family who to give them to. I have two units to go before I get my degree, but the hell with that… I just wrote these scattered sentences so that the next generation knows that we weren’t irrational and emotional. So that they know we did what we could to make our lives better… but we refused to give in to oppression.

The Shi’ite preoccupation with martyrdom comes through clearly, but what comes through more clearly is that this is a person with something to lose: not their life, but their hopes.

I suppose three trends have lead Salt Publishing to its current financial difficulties:

  1. The lack of a viable commercial strategy for poetry, although it’s hard to imagine that one could ever exist.
  2. The parlous state of UK arts funding, a Labour legacy that manages to be both unexpected and unsurprising.
  3. The impending doom of the publishing industry at the hands of the web and its ruthless cheerleaders.

If you feel like bucking those trends – and why wouldn’t you? Summer is here, and surely the recession hasn’t hit your wallet that hard – then heed the words of Chris Hamilton-Emery:

As many of you will know, Jen and I have been struggling to keep Salt moving since June last year when the economic downturn began to affect our press. Our three year funding ends this year: we’ve £4,000 due from Arts Council England in a final payment, but cannot apply through Grants for the Arts for further funding for Salt’s operations. Spring sales were down nearly 80% on the previous year, and despite April’s much improved trading, the past twelve months has left us with a budget deficit of over £55,000. It’s proving to be a very big hole and we’re having to take some drastic measures to save our business.

Here’s how you can help us to save Salt and all our work with hundreds of authors around the world.

JUST ONE BOOK

1. Please buy just one book, right now. We don’t mind from where, you can buy it from us or from Amazon, your local shop or megastore, online or offline. If you buy just one book now, you’ll help to save Salt. Timing is absolutely everything here. We need cash now to stay afloat. If you love literature, help keep it alive. All it takes is just one book sale. Go to our online store and help us keep going.
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2. Share this note on your Facebook or MySpace profile. Tell your friends. If we can spread the word about our cash crisis, we can hopefully find more sales and save our literary publishing. Remember it’s just one book, that’s all it takes to save us. Please do it now.

With my best wishes to everyone
Chris Hamilton-Emery
Director
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A lot of Balkan music is shocking. Imagine if a country came bottom of the Eurovision Song Contest every single year for eternity, and you’re imagining the popular music scene you mainly hear in Montenegro – a choice between over-produced fake ballads sung by thugs or sledgehammer folk sung by pipecleaners. Clearly people love it, but then what do people know?

Luckily there are bright spots, and last week this corner of the Balkans has been illuminated by Darkwood Dub and Edo Maajka. Darkwood Dub have been around since the dawn of time – early promo photos featured them riding on dinosaurs1 – and are still going strong, with a solid fanbase many of whom were under 10 when the band started. It’s hard to describe their music – the “dub” part of it is mainly about the effects box they use on the vocals, with the occasional skanking rhythm in the background, and not really dub at all. They do feel quite 90s, but since they were ahead of their time, they’re in their own little musical universe in the Balkans. Here’s an average track with a nice video:

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A different kettle of fish altogether: Edo Maajka, the region’s best-known rapper. There’s a lot of hip-hop around here; the clothing style is the same faux-American uniform as it is in most places, but the style is distinct. Serbian2 is a harsh language, perfect for battle raps, with consistent suffixes that make it easy to rhyme in. The one thing that Balkan rappers do have is something to rap about – war, sanctions, ethnic conflict, political shenanigens, and so on – although there’s always a worrying undercurrent of bling. Maajka has been around long enough that his rapping has a level of self-awareness that most don’t – he played out last night with his track Gansi, a trip down memory lane complete with Axl Rose impersonation:

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  1. This is a lie. []
  2. Bosnian, Croation, whatever – language is a boring game. []

When somebody acts on their beliefs, you may disagree with those beliefs, the actions that result from those beliefs or both; but at the very least, their actions reveal their convictions more honestly than their words. So when somebody shoots an “abortion doctor”1 I disagree with their beliefs, condemn their actions but praise their conviction, because at least we know where we stand with those people.2 Spare a thought for the many cheerleaders for this murderer, though – all of those who support the act, but lack the conviction to ever do it themselves. Their lives must be a hell of cognitive dissonance, righteously enraged at the world they find themselves in but too spineless to do anything about it.

  1. Unspeak, naturally – he was medical director of a women’s health care clinic. []
  2. And usually we stand in a court of law, watching them being sentenced for a good long time. []

There’s a lot of truth in Matthew Crawford’s article The Case for Working with your Hands, although although the attempt towards the end to link it to the financial crisis is a little clunky. His general points about the value of manual work still stand, particularly where he implies1 that the education system in a modern economy is little more than a delivery system for office workers. The best shot comes towards the end of the piece, though:

The visceral experience of failure seems to have been edited out of the career trajectories of gifted students. It stands to reason, then, that those who end up making big decisions that affect all of us don’t seem to have much sense of their own fallibility, and of how badly things can go wrong even with the best of intentions (like when I dropped that feeler gauge down into the Ninja). In the boardrooms of Wall Street and the corridors of Pennsylvania Avenue, I don’t think you’ll see a yellow sign that says “Think Safety!” as you do on job sites and in many repair shops, no doubt because those who sit on the swivel chairs tend to live remote from the consequences of the decisions they make.

The “visceral experience of failure” is not something that people enjoy facing, but it’s essential to experience it for exactly the reasons that Crawford describes. Those who haven’t been through that aren’t the sort of people I’d trust, but unfortunately wealth and power tend to protect you from the impact of those those experiences – you might experience failure, but you won’t necessarily experience it viscerally. In the information economy, this is multiplied by the fact that the distance from failure is increased; Crawford suggests all students should learn a trade before they begin work, but it would perhaps be simpler (if less politically acceptable) to simply hold people accountable for their actions.

And now I’m going to plaster a wall.

  1. Only implies – this is the New York Times, after all, where one may rock the boat only within carefully-defined parameters []

If rational debate is an airplane, then religious discussion on the web is a flock of birds right in your jet engine. This is partly the nature of religion and partly the nature of the web, and my general rule that nobody ever had their mind changed by debating their views applies. Having acknowledged that, I will now attempt takeoff.

Your attitude towards abortion will be largely determined by a single factors: your view about whether a foetus constitutes a full human person, with all the rights that go with that. If the foetus does not possess the right to life – or possesses a circumscribed right to life – then abortion may be morally acceptable. Unfortunately if you do believe that the foetus possesses a full right to life, then you’re unlikely to be convinced by somebody who doesn’t share that belief, as illustrated by a savant going by the name Diogenes1:

I see nothing wrong with swatting flies.

Let’s say that you have a different opinion. You think the lives of flies are sacred, and therefore you think that swatting flies is grossly immoral. You hold this view with the utmost sincerity. Unfortunately for you, I’m making the rules. And I say:

* You can’t refer to fly-swatting as “murder.” That would be “hate speech,” inciting others to violence.
* You can’t interfere when I swat flies.
* You must contribute to the purchase of fly swatters.

Now, with those ground-rules established, let’s begin a civil discussion of the morality of swatting flies. There’s no need for anger, recrimination, or name-calling. We have a sincere difference of opinion. Let’s– oh, wait, excuse me a moment [thwack!]– find some common ground.

This seems straightforward enough on the face of it – clever enough for some approving comments and links from other blogs – yet the analogy exposes the most basic problem with a “pro-life” position that abortion is murder.  Let’s say that I do believe that flies are sacred, and that swatting them is essentially murder. If I was sitting in front of Diogenes trying to have this discussion, and he started to swat flies, wouldn’t I be obliged by my beliefs to stop him? Equally, if somebody proclaims that they believe that abortion is murder, and is fully aware that murders are being regularly carried out in their vicinity, don’t they have an obligation to go out and put a stop to it as soon as possible, no matter the risk to their own lives?

Yet presumably Diogenes – and the vast majority of pro-life advocates – take no such action, and in such a case, there appear to be two possibilities. The first is unpleasant to contemplate: that the person who sincerely holds this belief but fails to act on it is a coward, a hypocrite and (in their own eyes, at least) an accessory to murder. I don’t think that everybody who holds this belief is such a character, however, so the second possibility seems more likely: that they don’t actually believe that abortion is murder. If the latter is true, the inevitable conclusion is that they don’t in fact believe a foetus is a full person.

Circumstantial evidence suggests that this is the case: take for example one of the commenters on Diogenes’ post, a fellow named Exaudi nos2:

All we would have to do to end this argument about flies is to line the dead ones up on the side walk in front of the establishment that brought on their demise and after the pile gets pretty deep, I think the common ground would be found.

This is a common trope on the anti-abortion side: if only people were aware of the true nature of abortion, they’d all come out against it, and therefore it’s acceptable to publicly exhibit the process and results of abortion.3 Now I have a problem with the idea of exhibiting corpses in public, especially for political purposes, and it seems that most people share this feeling: I wouldn’t, for example, suggest that we pile up the corpses of victims of traffic accidents to make a case for more cycle paths.

Exaudi nos’ suggestion implies that either he believes that it would be acceptable to do such a thing, or that he doesn’t believe that an aborted foetus has the same status as a corpse. If it’s the former, one has to wonder why he doesn’t propose such tactics for other political campaigns – but if it’s the latter, then the only conclusion we can draw is that, if he believes that an aborted foetus does not possess the same status as a dead person, then he neither believes that a live foetus possesses the same rights as a live person.

  1. I really, really hope that pseudonym is meant to be ironic. []
  2. ”Hear us” for those of you who skipped Latin class and/or aren’t Catholic. []
  3. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that anti-abortion campaigners enjoy posting videos that graphically show aborted foetuses, but some of them do seem to take a certain grim satisfaction in it. I won’t link to any videos, but they’re easy enough to find. []

The BBC reports:

Mr Page said the less data companies like Google were able to hold the “more likely we all are to die”.

We hear many statements like this as Web 2.0 slouches towards technotopia to be born, and the more we hear them, the more we should question them. Certainly technology provides us with a huge range of benefits, but claims like the one above don’t do anybody any favours, particularly when they are so transparently self-serving. By happy coincidence, apparently, Google’s desire to monopolise your data coincides with Google’s desire to save your life!

The fundamental problem with people working in the technology sector is that they believe that societies can be fixed in a similar way to software. If only we had the data, Mr Page laments, we could save more lives. We”ll have a hard time demonstrating a causal link between the length of time Google keeps data and lives saved, but that may well be the case; the question is whether our lives are worth the price we pay for that data.

But wait! you cry, you can’t put a price on peoples’ lives! Unfortunately you can, and we do, and that’s the entire basis of public health initiatives of all kinds. So the social cost of permitting Google to keep our data for as long as it damn well wants must play a role in our decision-making, and we shouldn’t let technology (and particularly technology companies) determine our policy decisions. Out in the real world, problems are more complex than the data allow.

Intrahealth had a great idea:

Global non-profit IntraHealth International sees the use of open source technologies in medicine as a revolutionary step towards better health care in Africa and other developing regions. To that end, they have created IntraHealth OPEN. In much the same way that a musical piece benefits from collaboration and a sharing of ideas, IntraHealth believes that open source technologies can create better medical systems that will save lives.

First up – a Youssou N’Dour remix album. I loves me some Youssou, so I couldn’t resist downloading the stems and throwing them around, and neither could several other people. This lead me to discover that there are about 3 million open remix competitions floating around the net, which means hours of fun beat juggling. Now it’s judgement week – all the entries are up at the Intrahealth OPEN Remix competition, so why not pay them a visit and vote for your favourite entry?

If you want to give Youssou a helping hand with his budding music career, you should probably vote for the Black Mountain Re-Installation. Okay, so we’re languishing in 64th place at the moment, but it’s not as bad as it appears, so Vote Black Mountain! This is a bass-heavy rubadub, and in order to get the full health benefits of the remix, your computer will need to have some decent speakers…

Though my mother was already two years dead
Dad kept her slippers warming by the gas,
put hot water bottles her side of the bed
and still went to renew her transport pass.

You couldn’t just drop in. You had to phone.
He’d put you off an hour to give him time
to clear away her things and look alone
as though his still raw love were such a crime.

He couldn’t risk my blight of disbelief
though sure that very soon he’d hear her key
scrape in the rusted lock and end his grief.
He knew she’d just popped out to get the tea.

I believe life ends with death, and that is all.
You haven’t both gone shopping; just the same,
in my new black leather phone book there’s your name
and the disconnected number I still call.

- Tony Harrison, Long Distance II