Cabinet Magazine (9 unread)

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  On Why Soup Is So Bad for Diurnal Rhythms - Sally O'Reilly

  Posted: 1-January-2012, 1:00pm CET

  This contribution to Cabinet?s ?24 Hours? issue was completed in 23 hours, 23 minutes.

  The following is a chapter, written specifically for this project, of Crude, a novel in progress. The story so far:

  We are in an alternative reality, where art and critical theory are the dominant cultural forms, taking the place of pop music and sport: symposia on Being Oriented Ontology (BOO) are conducted in stadia overflowing with youths, academics release merchandise, corporeality is suppressed, and the intellect is paramount. An art critic, Ida, has accidentally and very publicly denounced art as a force for evil (it?s a short and simple story involving libido, pride, and other humanist motifs) and decides to retreat as far from art as possible until the media storm passes. She is a bit stumped as to what the opposite of art might be, but a series of happenstances leads her to an underground group of anti-intellectuals called the Terraists, who are waging a fierce campaign for re-corporealization. Through them, Ida learns of the obscure but fascinating substance called ?oil? which, it turns out, fuels the entire cultural sphere. In the previous chapter, she has just witnessed her first Terraist campaign rally, escorted by the unremittingly handsome John.

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  Fending off a few friendly greetings, inquiries into the source of the high-tenacity rip-stop material of his over-trousers, and other such conversation openers, John steered Ida back up the creep, to the tube station, onto the train, and, eventually, into a winceyette-lined booth in an unpopular pub in a familiar part of town.

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  Adventure on the Vertical - Mark Dorrian

  Posted: 1-January-2012, 1:00pm CET

  Micromegas Introducing W. Watson-Baker?s 1935 book, World Beneath the Microscope, the English artist and critic William Gaunt wrote:

  We are no longer so excited as formerly by the account of trips on the surface ? The mind is stretched, uncomfortably sometimes, but with a new fascination, to speed and profundity, to the thought of worlds that lie a million light-years away from us, to the worlds that recede in evolutionary time beneath the lens, to the thought even that they merge or that by some extraordinary trick of relativity the smaller may contain the large. There is an affinity between the telescope and the microscope, between the discovery of stellar space and the discovery of the atom.¹

  Watson-Baker?s book on microphotography appeared as the second of two volumes inaugurating a new series launched by The Studio publishing house under the rubric of ?The New Vision.? Like its companion volume, Le Corbusier?s Aircraft, it was very much a meditation on seeing from above, a reflection on the affective and epistemic dimensions of looking downward. Gaunt?s announcement of cultural boredom with the horizontal, and the corresponding re-orientation of attention onto the vertical, invoked the notion that the view from above?together with its associated technologies?formed a peculiarly modern visual form. His richly articulated introduction certainly looked back to earlier arguments regarding elevated vision, but at the same time it presciently anticipated future expressions of the new adventure on the vertical, perhaps the most striking of which would be Charles and Ray Eames?s short film Powers of Ten.

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  Mengele?s Skull - Thomas Keenan and Eyal Weizman

  Posted: 1-October-2011, 2:00pm CEST

  It was an unusual coincidence, one that presented a difficult choice. Mossad agent Rafi Eitan described the missed opportunity to an interviewer from Der Spiegel almost fifty years later:

  In the spring of 1960, as we were planning the arrest of Adolf Eichmann, we learned that [Josef] Mengele was also in Buenos Aires. Our people checked out the address and it proved to be correct. ? There were just 11 of us and we had our hands full dealing with Eichmann. After we had brought Eichmann to the house where we kept him until we flew him out, my boss at the Mossad, Isser Harel, called. He wanted us to arrest Mengele as well, but Mengele had left his home in the meantime. Harel said we should wait until he returned and then bring both him and Eichmann to Israel in the same plane. I refused because I didn?t want to endanger the success of the Eichmann operation. ? When our agents returned to Argentina, Mengele had moved out of his apartment and gone underground.¹

  So Eichmann went to Jerusalem, and Mengele remained in South America. The first was executed after facing survivors, witnesses, and judges in an Israeli court in 1961 and the second, who died in hiding in Brazil, ended up as a skeleton on the examination table for forensic experts in 1985. Each of these forums exemplifies, and perhaps even inaugurated, different forms and sensibilities within the ethics and epistemology of war crime investigations and human rights.

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  Our Aesthetic Categories: An Interview with Sianne Ngai - Adam Jasper and Sianne Ngai

  Posted: 1-October-2011, 2:00pm CEST

  You?ve written on cuteness, on envy, on boredom, and now on the interesting. If it could be said that there is a unified project behind these topics, what is it?

  I?m interested in states of weakness: in ?minor? or non-cathartic feelings that index situations of suspended agency; in trivial aesthetic categories grounded in ambivalent or even explicitly contradictory feelings. More specifically, I?m interested in the surprising power these weak affects and aesthetic categories seem to have, in why they?ve become so paradoxically central to late capitalist culture. The book I?m currently completing is on the contemporary significance of three aesthetic categories in particular: the cute, the interesting, and the zany.

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  The Behavioral Sink - Will Wiles

  Posted: 1-July-2011, 2:00pm CEST

  How do you design a utopia? In 1972, John B. Calhoun detailed the specifications of his Mortality-Inhibiting Environment for Mice: a practical utopia built in the laboratory. Every aspect of Universe 25?as this particular model was called?was pitched to cater for the well-being of its rodent residents and increase their lifespan. The Universe took the form of a tank, 101 inches square, enclosed by walls 54 inches high. The first 37 inches of wall was structured so the mice could climb up, but they were prevented from escaping by 17 inches of bare wall above. Each wall had sixteen vertical mesh tunnels?call them stairwells?soldered to it. Four horizontal corridors opened off each stairwell, each leading to four nesting boxes. That means 256 boxes in total, each capable of housing fifteen mice. There was abundant clean food, water, and nesting material. The Universe was cleaned every four to eight weeks. There were no predators, the temperature was kept at a steady 68°F, and the mice were a disease-free elite selected from the National Institutes of Health?s breeding colony. Heaven.

  Four breeding pairs of mice were moved in on day one. After 104 days of upheaval as they familiarized themselves with their new world, they started to reproduce. In their fully catered paradise, the population increased exponentially, doubling every fifty-five days. Those were the good times, as the mice feasted on the fruited plain. To its members, the mouse civilization of Universe 25 must have seemed prosperous indeed. But its downfall was already certain?not just stagnation, but total and inevitable destruction.

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  Historical Amnesias: An Interview with Paul Connerton - Jeffrey Kastner, Sina Najafi and Paul Connerton

  Posted: 1-July-2011, 2:00pm CEST

  In The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera wrote: ?The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.? This perspective?one that bears the marks of life under a totalitarian regime in which repression often took the form of enforced forgetting?assumes that remembering is always a virtue and that not doing so is necessarily a failing. But despite dominating much of the debate on cultural memory, this perspective elides the many differences between all the various acts that we cluster under the term ?forgetting.? Are all acts of forgetting similar enough that we can think of them, always and necessarily, as a failure? Can forgetting in fact even be a virtue? And how do we understand the relationship between what needs to be forgotten in order for other things to be remembered?

  Paul Connerton, a scholar in the Department of Social Anthropology at the University of Cambridge, has addressed these issues in a number of books, including How Societies Remember (Cambridge University Press, 1989) and How Modernity Forgets (Cambridge University Press, 2009). In his 2008 essay ?Seven Types of Forgetting,? Connerton offers a preliminary taxonomy of forgetting, and of its various functions, values, and agents: repressive erasure; prescriptive forgetting; forgetting that is constitutive in the formation of a new identity; structural amnesia; forgetting as annulment; forgetting as planned obsolescence; and forgetting as humiliated silence. Jeffrey Kastner and Sina Najafi spoke to Connerton by phone.

  We first discovered your work through your essay ?Seven Types of Forgetting.? But you?re perhaps best known as one of the leading scholars in the field of memory studies. Tell us a bit about memory studies?what does it mean; where does it come from?

  In some sense, memory studies is really a phenomenon of the last quarter century. One hundred years ago, there would have, of course, been studies of memory?by Freud, by Bergson, by Proust?but they would have been primarily interested in individual memory. What?s happened in the last quarter century has been a turn toward cultural memory. And because of this turn, the term memory studies has acquired currency.

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  The Orchestra - George Prochnik

  Posted: 1-April-2011, 2:00pm CEST

  What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
  ?Sir Thomas Browne

  In the first years of the twenty-first century, New York City police officers had six different siren noises at their fingertips to alternate and overdub as they attempted to bore through stagnant traffic. The ?Yelp? is a high-pitched, rapidly oscillating, jumpy sound that suggests a small dog with large teeth has hold of your thigh and is not about to let go. The ?Wail? is the classic keening noise that the Furies might release while pursuing vengeance. The ?Hi-Lo,? or ?European,? is whiney, forlorn?prone to depression, but undeniably civilized. The ?Air-Horn? is vulgarity incarnate?a burp, a rasp, an all-out bursty blast. The ?Fast? or ?Priority? resembles a hysteric who?s just mainlined crystal meth. The ?Manual? is an outcast loner raising its rifle in a solitary low-to-high pulse. The summer of 2007 saw the first broaching of the possibility that a seventh instrument might be added to the ensemble.¹

  The Rumbler?, developed by Federal Signal Corporation, is described in the company?s promotional material as an ?intersection-clearing system.? The ?revolutionary new concept? behind this technologically simple combo of an amplifier, two high-output woofers, and a built-in timer is the Rumbler?s capacity to interact with most existing siren amplifiers and create secondary, low-frequency tones. A Florida highway patrolman dreamed up the device while listening to the law-flouting, bass-thumping audio on local boom cars. Rumblers copy the primary siren signal, drop the frequency seventy-five percent, then hyperpump the volume. Federal Signal (the defendant in multiple class action suits by firefighters with hearing loss) reports that the depth of bass attained by the system has ?the distinct advantage of penetrating solid materials, allowing vehicle operators and nearby pedestrians to FEEL the sound waves.?² The Rumbler sounds like a gang of renegade computer games escaped from the screen and storming the streets. 2001: A Space Odyssey meets The Warriors.

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  Ingestion / Planet in a Bottle - Christopher Turner

  Posted: 1-April-2011, 2:00pm CEST

  At 8:15 am on 26 September 1991, eight ?bionauts,? as they called themselves, wearing identical red Star Trek?like jumpsuits (made for them by Marilyn Monroe?s former dressmaker) waved to the assembled crowd and climbed through an airlock door in the Arizona desert. They shut it behind them and opened another that led into a series of hermetically sealed greenhouses in which they would live for the next two years. The three-acre complex of interconnected glass Mesoamerican pyramids, geodesic domes, and vaulted structures contained a tropical rain forest, a grassland savannah, a mangrove wetland, a farm, and a salt-water ocean with a wave machine and gravelly beach. This was Biosphere 2?the first biosphere being Earth?a $150 million experiment designed to see if, in a climate of nuclear and ecological fear, the colonization of space might be possible. The project was described in the press as a ?planet in a bottle,? ?Eden revisited,? and ?Greenhouse Ark.?

  Before entering, the Biosphere?s pioneer inhabitants had enjoyed a final, hearty breakfast consisting of ham, eggs, and buttered bread, but from here on, they would be self-sufficient?everything they ate would be grown, processed, and prepared in their airtight bubble. A few years before designing the Biosphere, architect Phil Hawes had proposed a space city 110 feet in diameter, a flying doughnut that would spin to create its own gravity and in which miniature animals could be kept and plants cultivated, along with a store of cryogenically frozen seed for the propagation of twenty thousand other species. The space frame of the Biosphere, a terrestrial version of such a sci-fi fantasy, had been built by an engineer who had worked with Buckminster Fuller, author of Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth, which compared the planet to a spaceship flying through the universe with finite resources that could never be resupplied. The Biosphere was intended as a similar symbol of our ecological plight.

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  Posted: 29-April-2011, 7:10pm CEST
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  Barbers and Barbarians - Jorian Polis Schutz

  Posted: 1-January-2011, 5:00am CET

  In Argentina, you see boys wearing their hair long and wild. For this, shampoo must be foregone for weeks and haircuts for months so that maximum unctuousness may be achieved. The savage impulse must withstand the perennial opposition of forces for shortness?for there is always a national mythology of hair to grow out of and into. The goal is to achieve a look that embodies a descriptor that a century ago would have conveyed deep derision, but which today in Argentina means ?awesome? or ?perfect?: bárbaro.

  Argentina is one of the places in the world where the hairdo of European ?civilization? has most earnestly (and anxiously) been worn. This is a country that spent more than a century looking back over its shoulder, longing to restore the umbilical connection to a Europe that largely peopled its shores, while horrified to face its own uncivilized interior?the vast Pampan expanse. Hair became one site for this national psychodrama between civilization and barbarism.