I will be presenting some of my current research on networked social movements at the 2014 International Conference of Social Media & Society at Ryerson University in downtown Toronto. This particular research examines the utilization of social media platforms by a number of Canadian labor unions for purposes of recruitment and labor action coordination.
I’ll be leading two sessions in this wonderful reading group put together by my intrepid ICCIT comrade Nicole Cohen and Christine Shaw of Blackwood Gallery. I’ll be discussing the economics of advertising in social media and the rise of networked social movements. Be sure to check out the full schedule and suggested readings at the following link: Blackwood Gallery
I did an interview on the economics of the fappening. http://www.canada.com/when+will+reddit+forced+grow/10185586/story.html
The Institute of Communication, Culture, Information and Technology (ICCIT) will host the 2015 Union for Democratic Communications conference May 1st-3rd at the downtown campus of the University of Toronto. The call for papers is available on the conference website: http://udc2015.wordpress.com/cfp/
We look forward to seeing you in Toronto!
“The space that homogenizes thus has nothing homogenous about it. After its fashion, which is polyscopic and plural, it subsumes and unites scattered fragments or elements by force.”
My home is scattered across three disparate communities. Fortunately, I am able to spend time in all of them on a regular basis. Traversing these spaces has underscored for me their commonalities and departures. In the photos that follow I have tried to capture some of the distinctive elements that are relevant to my own life. Click the images to see larger photos.
I spent half my life in Austin. Although my intuition tells me that Austin’s heyday was probably in the 1970s, it was as good a place as any to live. During my recent trips to Austin I have noticed a deep ambivalence among my closest friends regarding the recent transformations of the city. Change is inevitable but change is also marked by multi-directionality. Built environments are arenas of class struggle. There is an unmistakeable flow of composition-decompositiom-recomposition in urban landscapes. The fixed spatial systems created by capital in the past must be overcome by capital today. The first time I noticed these dynamics was when Austin decided to shutter Liberty Lunch Continue reading
How often do you have six or more drinks on one occasion?
As a result of your drinking or drug use, did anything happen in the last year that you wish didn’t happen?
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I do not take you for granted. I’ve been saying that a lot lately. I like the expression because it acknowledges contingency and change. It doesn’t necessarily imply here today gone tomorrow. It merely reflects the conditionality of all interpersonal relationships. It’s more nuanced than the trite I accept you just as you are. That phrase is too inert sounding for me. Growth is not really accounted for in those words. They are more like insulation against consequence and responsibility. I can tweak them more to my liking: I accept you as you are being. Double down on the present progressive to bring agency and development to the fore: I am accepting you as you are being. Better but still too wordy. I’ll stick to what I know: I do not take you for granted.
How does one find safe harbor in a milieu of change? There’s always the Relax! There’s absolutely nothing to hold on to! approach. But that seems like a poor fit when it comes to our loved ones. Still, there’s an inherent insecurity in not taking someone or something for granted. As humans we like to mitigate risk. And for good reason. So how is it that I have managed to derive comfort from so many interpersonal relationships as of late? Especially given the losses I have endured over the years? I’ve chalked it up to good fortune mostly but I’m beginning to think there’s more to it than that. Continue reading
What does happiness look like? I have known it before but it would be sentimental and foolish to try and recreate it. I know where to find it. It is always there in the eternal present moment. But saying that out loud somehow makes it all the more elusive. This is why I return to the mountain over and over again. Alpine skiing is my perfect meditation. An unconcerned awareness of my consciousness and connection. Reading a book in the dark. Cheering the team in an empty stadium. I am content with all that has brought me here. I am content with where I am and where I am going. I am satisfied with my dissatisfaction. The beauty of Mont-Tremblant is staggering. Yet I have found something more.
My interpretation of a Texas Christmas at the Caraway family farm. Click pics for full size.
Say what you want about his politics but there is no denying that the mayor of Toronto is a colorful person. He also is a very polarizing figure as the current media frenzy affirms. Admittedly, my outsider status has allowed me some distance from the full impact of both his politics and the current controversy. Still, it is hard not to be amazed at the circus-like atmosphere surrounding the mayor and the city. There is the video that purportedly shows the mayor smoking a crack pipe. There is the infamous photo of the mayor posing with alleged gang members outside of a crack house. There is the police surveillance of phone calls and surreptitious meetings with an accused drug trafficker behind a school and at a gas station. And, of course, there are the numerous accounts of public intoxication. Toronto is the fourth largest city in North America behind only Mexico City, New York, and Los Angeles. How is it even possible that the mayor of such an important city could be this out of control? Welcome to the absolutely insane world of alcohol and drug addiction.
I spent this week at the Union for Democratic Communications conference in beautiful San Francisco where I gave another presentation about my work on the UFCW and the Walmart strikes. In addition to catching up with old friends at the conference I managed to carve out a little time to learn more about the city’s amazing history of class struggle. Click the photos below for larger versions.
I gave an interview to The Hamilton Spectator on the sharing economy the other day. The article is here:
Share and share alike—from cars to dogs
If you or someone you know is battling alcohol or drug addiction please read this article by Russell Brand. It is one of the most beautiful and eloquent things ever written on addiction, denial, and recovery.
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I then left CCA and made the short journey over to Vancouver where I attended an international conference in celebration of the 40th anniversary of the School of Communication at Simon Fraser University. This was one of the best conferences I have ever attended. The conference featured such notables from our field as Jack Qiu, Mark Andrejevic, Dan Schiller, and Richard Maxwell. I was reminded why I was so desperate to come to Canada in the first place. Here was a collection of the world’s best and brightest looking toward the coming collapse and giving careful consideration to the potentials of the post-capitalist age.For my part I was invited to revisit an old and familiar topic. There was not one but two panels on the audience commodity theory. And though I don’t place any value in the theory I do value the debate and the opportunity to critique the theory in the home department of Dallas Smythe. As I hear so much about the so-called rationalization of audience behavior in the context of new media, I also see an overabundance of shady social media management firms and compromised automated data analytic services. I have developed a deeper economic critique of the notion of demand management as it pertains to user activity and I appreciate the opportunity to give it a test-run at SFU.
It has been both a fun and productive week but I am tired and looking forward to a good night’s rest in my own bed.
It’s down there in the dark. I can hear the wet, staccato whisper emanating from its fetid mouth. It’s breathing. Or is it laughing? A sickening giggle that alternates between that of a small child and that of an old man. I stand at the top of the stairs gazing down into the pitch black. Dread fills me as I see the yellow-orange eyes round the corner and peer up at me from the dark. There is nothing human in those eyes. It’s here with me…inside the house…
On the day I left home to study at the university my parents and I stood in the driveway next to my car. As we said our goodbyes my father told me, “you can always come home but it will never be the same when you come back.” I am sure he meant well. Perhaps it was some bit of wisdom that his own father had imparted to him when he left home. Yet I fixated on that one little sentence for years afterwards, and in the process, I shouldered myself with an abundance of emotional distress. I loved my home. I struggled for decades to find home again and regain my moorings. Continue reading