Showing posts with label surveillance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surveillance. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

A seat at the table?


"If you are not at the table, you are on the menu."

A seating plan.

There's Christ in the centre, surrounded by his disciples.

Who is to his left? Who is to his right?

Whose table are they dining at?

Is that important?

I wonder who is in charge of the seating plan?

I suppose that once a marginal dissident Palestinian preacher is appropriated by the established church, and miscellanious defenders of faith, the seating plan becomes an important issue.

Who will get to share the bread?

Sometimes, people are easier to invite to dinner when they are dead.

Surveillance.





Before Google, (who does no evil), before Apple (who pays no tax), before Facebook (who brings the internet to the poor), before Twitter (and its civic service), before the NSA and GCHQ...

GOD.

Some of us have a long history of dealing with surveillance.

The (dis)advantage of divine surveillance is that we can do little more than pray for benevolence.

We are at God's mercy.

We must have faith.

All of us.

We may have some choice of intermediaries.

They may not have your best interests at heart.

Shouldn't we pretty much all be equal at communion?


"And as they were eating, Jesus took bread, and blessed it, and brake it, and gave it to the disciples, and said, Take, eat; this is my body."

I borrow a photo from a Catholic Herald article entitled:

"Why it makes no sense for non-catholics to receive communion. Here's why."

I wonder who is in charge of the seating plan?

Mammon.

Before Google, (who does no evil), before Apple (who pays no tax), before Facebook (who brings the internet to the poor), before Twitter (and its civic service), before the NSA and GCHQ...

We were (left) alone.

We love to be connected.

We are useless at resisting temptation.



Apples are sold seductively.

We are willing to believe snakes who speak.

They surely mean no evil.

Open your homes to them.

Surely, we are mistaken.

We are their bread, their bodies, their things.

We are on their menus, being eaten, bit by bit.

Who will defend us?

The (dis)advantage of divine surveillance is that we can do little more than pray for benevolence.

Defenders of the faith.

Let us pray.

Here is humble Abe, engraved in stone, magnified in scale and marble.



"Government of the people by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth."

Abraham Lincoln.

Abraham Lincoln has values, faith and forboding.

He is eternal (dead).

I wonder who is in charge of the seating plan in the winter White House?


A seat at the table.

I was listening to the first #engagemooc hangout and suddenly, quite unexpectedly the word "table" jumped out at me.




"We need to give people access to the table."

7:41 PM Simon Ensor​ Hmmm. Tables of power. What about upending that table?




"And they come to Jerusalem: and Jesus went into the temple, and began to cast out them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves;"

I suppose, I am hypersensitive to this idea of tables.

I think about sitting at a vast table as a member of the university's board.

I was able to vote, to speak even.

I learnt that decisions were made, not at the table, but in the closed rooms by those who really held the power.

My place at the table was to acquiesce.

I was a representative of the diversity allowed by statute.

I remember discovering the university's gastronomic restaurant.

I was never invited to such a table usually.

I remember my feelings about a conference where those in power were all grouped at the top table.

There was an unnanounced seating plan for those in the know.

I was at a table, not THE TABLE.

I wonder who is in charge of the seating plan?

I had a voice, apparently not a voice that counted.

I wrote about this experience in two previous articles:

What are you?

R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

When we sit at their academic tables, are we still on their menu?

The conference closes with the round table.

The knowers are known.

I wasn't invited.

I left the delegates to their tables and went and ate with a homeless person in a Macdonalds.

I back reference a blog post of Kay Oddone entitled:



"But it’s not just taking a seat. It’s feeling confident and competent and comfortable enough to join in with the conversation that is happening at that table. And knowing, when the talking stops, and the faces turn expectedly, how to share one’s opinion in a way that

makes it able to be heard."

I note a strong emphasis on the importance of "higher education" in #engagemooc which is not supported by the examples of community learning in the videos brought to the table in topic one.


  • The Highlander centre.
  • The Antigonish movement
  • Black Community Education in Jim Crow South.


I wonder who is in charge of the seating plan?

Table research

I thought perhaps, I should research tables.

Perhaps, I had misunderstood what was meant by "access to tables."

I TOO.


I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.

Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.

Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.
Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967

The poem, I discover in an article entitled "What Langston Hughes powerful poem I, Too, tells us about America's past and present", is engraved in stone at the entrance of the National Museum of African American History on the National Mall.

Does "access to the table" mean acceptance as an American?

Is the table American citizenship?

What is it about being engraved in stone?

I, too, am European.




Pre Brexit, I find myself in limbo in France as a British citizen applying for French nationality. Whatever happened to European ideals? I find an article from 2013 entitled:

"The European Dream Is Based On An 'Equals Around The Table' Metaphor."

"In between the trade talks European leaders came to see that they had something in common besides the name of the table at which they sat."


On this foundation I propose that ‘equals around a table’ should be the governing analogy and the founding myth behind any new narrative or ‘European Dream’. The slogan of the European Union is ‘united in diversity’ and in the words of Hannah Arendt in The Human Condition:
To live together in the world means essentially that the world of things is between those who have it in common, as a table is located between those who sit around it: the world like every in-between, relates and separates men at the same time.
A ‘table’-metaphor further has a strong mythology in the European context. Jesus sat around a table, predicted his demise and forgave his traitors depicted on ‘The Last Supper’. King Arthur and his ‘Knights of the Round Table’ is a common legend of valour, righteousness and equality. Martin Luther King Jr. might not be European, but his ‘I have a dream’ speech has resonated strongly with many Europeans over the last 50 years. He too talked about ‘the table of brotherhood’ as the central meeting place in his dream about equality and racial justice. Even the idea of a European continent in the very physical and geological sense rests on the idea of a tableau – or table.
Boardroom tables.
I find an exciting article entitled: 
"Dutch photographer Jacqueline Hassink has been inside some of the most important and cloistered rooms in the world. But these aren't science labs or political offices—they're the opulent boardrooms of Europe's largest companies, which Hassink photographed as part of a project called The Table of Power."

I find the language intriguing: "the inner sanctum". 
I search a definition.
"The most sacred place in a temple or church.
A private or secret place to which few other people are admitted.
‘he walked into the inner sanctum of the editor's office."

I suppose that the most sacred place is that closest to GOD.

Were they talking about "access to tables" such as these in #engagemooc?

I immediately remember a cartoon version of Orwell's Animal Farm.

The horse and the sheep are looking in through the window as the pigs dine.



"No question now, what had happened to the faces of the pigs. The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which."


George Orwell, Animal Farm

While billionaires toast their tax breaks, people go hungry.

I find a documentary entitled:


"As of 2012, about 50 million Americans were food insecure. This was approximately 1 in 6 of the overall population, with the proportion of children facing food insecurity even higher at about 1 in 4."





Clean energy...

While billionaire Elon Musk sends surplus Tesla sports cars to Mars, kids are digging cobalt in the Congo for its batteries with their bare hands.


"But the film is a saddening bore

'Cause I wrote it ten times or more

It's about to be writ again."



David Bowie Life on Mars

Are we wanting to replace one exploitative elite with another?



The Captain's table.

I find importance advice from the Reader's Digest, (Goodness a relic):

"How to get invited to the captain's table on your cruise holiday."

This is important as:

"The captain's table is the best place to eat, and to be seen at during your cruise. But there is a fair bit of mystery about how you can be invited to dine with the captain. As with many cruising enigmas, there is more than one way to get to dine at the top table."

Thank Goodness!

Google has saved me from social exclusion.

A seat at the table.

Google works in mysterious ways (but does no evil) I find a brilliant community art experiment "The Community Meal" in an article entitled "A seat at the table".

Surely we need to enable our own diverse tables to emerge rather than attempt to be the token invitee in their boredroom?



"The metaphor of the table evokes images of folks coming together to break bread, to discuss personal and political issues, and to cultivate an atmosphere of community. For artists Seitu Jones and Theaster Gates, the table is more than a metaphor; it’s also a medium. In the Twin Cities, their tables are provoking dialogue about systemic reform, in local foodways and cultural institutions. Can these conversations actually effect change? Or is the change the conversation itself?"

"With the support of Public Art Saint Paul, Jones staged Create: The Community Meal, a half-mile-long luncheon in the middle of Victoria Street. A host of community partners helped to grow, cook, and choreograph the meal that took 400 volunteers to realize."

I wonder who is in charge of the seating plan?

This scheme contrasts with patriotic British street parties which have long been usurped by royalty and the establishment as demonstrations of civic engagement.

"Do we have to eat the jelly mum?"


A dinner party.

I discover another art installation entitled "The Dinner Party"

"The Dinner Party is an installation artwork by feminist artist Judy Chicago. Widely regarded as the first epic feminist artwork, it functions as a symbolic history of women in Western civilization. There are 39 elaborate place settings arranged along a triangular table for 39 mythical and historical famous women. SacajaweaSojourner TruthEleanor of AquitaineEmpress Theodora of ByzantiumVirginia WoolfSusan B. Anthony, and Georgia O'Keeffe are among the guests."



Should you be accepting invites to their tables or consider designing your own?

I find inspiration in a community project entitled:

A seat at the table.

It is accompanied by a hashtag: #seatatourtable

"A Seat at the Table is a borrowed phrase from Langston Hughes’ iconic poem, I, Too, am America. Words from this poem are carved on the walls of the museum’s history galleries.
At A Seat at the Table audiences are empowered to take their rightful seat at the table over a family-style meal, following critical conversations for social justice, featuring guest speakers whose work and commentary seeks progress for all people of color. Audiences take the lead in sharing critical thinking, problem-solving, and strategies towards a more equitable society.
The program acts as a social justice conversation exploring issues of contemporary importance linked to systemic racism, social inequity, and the black community. This program amplifies an important pillar of the museum’s mission to explore:
  • the American experience through the African American lens
  • what it means to be an American
  • and share how American values such as resilience, optimism, and agency are reflected in the African American community’s past, present, and future"

Should you be accepting invites to their tables or consider designing your own?



Friday, April 7, 2017

Watership down.

There he was, quite tiny, feasting on clover in the bright spring sun. I was able to get up quite close to observe him.










"A foraging wild creature, intent above all upon survival, is as strong as the grass."

Richard Adams Watership down.

He suddenly sensed my presence and in a instant had disappeared into a hole under the concrete steps of the ugly campus building.

I would feel privileged to be able to watch him, to take his photo, to tell his story to my daughter on arriving home.

I walked over to my car, and stopped an instant to look at the blackened, decomposed corpse of a larger rabbit.

It's astonishing how memories from long ago spring up in ones mind.

I remember roaming freely in the field next to the rectory, to play with the hay bales, to lie in the sun and to watch the clouds tell me stories.

Cowslip's warren.

I remember being read the story of "Watership down." by Richard Adams at bedtime.

I am seeing  it with new eyes today.

There is a passage in particular which comes back to me.

It appears that anonymous authors have generously shared it in synthesised form in Wikipedia.

What a marvellous luck we have to live in the age of easy access to information, the internet!

Cowslip: Although he is not a Chief Rabbit, his strange warren is usually referred to as "Cowslip's Warren" because he is the first resident therein that Hazel's rabbits meet. Cowslip is laconic and almost too refined, with great size and a strange scent, perhaps from a life of superior food, and he seems typical of his fellows. As Fiver soon discovers, a farmer leaves vegetables out so that he can trap rabbits coming and going, but this is a severely taboo subject in the warren, and Cowslip and his fellows refuse to talk about it, and instead pretend that all is well. Cowslip later refuses to help or even acknowledge Bigwig, when he is trapped and nearly killed by the farmer's snare. When Holly, Bluebell, and Pimpernel later happen into the area, Cowslip leads an attack upon these last surviving Sandleforders. However, while the locals have remarkable cultural sophistication (even art), they are woefully unskilled at fighting, and succeed in killing only the sickened Pimpernel. His warren—a harvesting ground of rabbit meat for a human—goes down in lapine history as being "bewitched"

It suddenly occurred to me that we, open educators, are residents of Cowslip's warren, for if we have remarkable cultural sophistication, even art, we are woefully unskilled at fighting for our freedom.

We have become laconic, of great size, perhaps from a life of superior food.

I remember all of this having thought about Chris Gilliard's wonderfully succinct provocation at OER17 for a discussion session, featured in Jim Luke's blog post: "Open Ed, Trump, Brexit, the #Trexit discussion"





In some edtech circles and adjoining expo halls such critical questions are to be avoided.

"As Fiver soon discovers, a farmer leaves vegetables out so that he can trap rabbits coming and going, but this is a severely taboo subject in the warren, and Cowslip and his fellows refuse to talk about it, and instead pretend that all is well."


Domesday book.

On watching Chris's video, I went and did a Google search for "Digital Serfdom" (as one does).

I found a really interesting article about the transition from feudalism to capitalism, it talks of the Domesday Book, a census of every man, woman and beast made to control the newly conquered kingdom by the Norman, Guillaume Le Bâtard, known in English as William the conqueror.

Ironic really that a conqueror might be remembered as a bastard after all these years....


There were images which immediately connected with the idea of OPEN.

One of the British government's GCHQ (Government communications head quarters) which is a circular building recalled images I had seen of the new flying saucer shaped Apple Park.

There is something inescapably totalitarian about circles, about globes.

I went and played with the images.



Open world.

I couldn't but notice that put together the GCHQ and the Apple park building become 00 eyes.

Take away the O o o from OPEN and you have a PEN.

Take away the O o o from Facebook messenger and you have a PEN.

What was capitalism grounded in if it were not enclosure?

What was public commons became enclosed by farmers for sheep grazing to sell wOOl?

Feudalism gave way to local capitalism, with a rise in the power of merchants, global adventurers, the slave trade, colonialism, whole countries, and peoples were enclosed, this brought in wealth to drive industrialisation and a rise in a middle class - people such as I.

Opening borders, boundaries, free movement of capital, free movement of labour, technological revolution was only ever about opening the playground for the elite and their lackeys - people such as I.

Freedom of movement was never really free for the poor, they were only of interest in times of economic need as chattel or worse.

We had a brief renaissance of hope after two world wars, with a new deal.

With the collapse of Western economies post 2008, the party really was over for many people.

Take away the O o o from Obama's presidency and you get a increase in drone warfare, Wall street profits, and government/private corporative surveillance.



From New Deal to Art of the Deal.

Fuck the "New deal" now we have the fucking "Art of the Deal".

In this age of casino capitalism Trump has gone from fucking Atlantic city over with his fucking Taj Mahal to fucking the country over with his White House.

There is now no difference between corporative surveillance and government surveillance (if there ever really was).

We have opened up our friendships, our interests, our relationships, our movements, our homes, our schools, our universities, our cars, our lives, our dreams, and fears to Google, to Amazon, to Facebook, to the GCHQ, to the NSA.

Our lives, our bodies, our souls, have been enclosed in the name of corporate gain.

Open is open only in name.

Open is and perhaps always was a story of enclosure.

We play at being fascists gazing proudly at our Tweetmaps.



Aren't we making proper Charlies of ourselves?





With the death of a middle class, our enclosure threatens this time to be total.

Domesday codes.

This time we have Trump the bastard with his hands on the Domesday code.

I don't see much fucking difference between 1066 and 2016.

Democratic "freedom" was a historical anomaly.

Welcome to Cowslip's warren.

Being caught in snares is fatal.


Burrow deeper.



Unburrowing ourselves.

How do we dig ourselves out of the burrow we are digging for ourselves?

Please leave your droppings in comments.

I search for inspiration in Watership Down.

"Before such people can act together, a kind of telepathic feeling has to flow through them and ripen to the point when they all know that they are ready to begin. Anyone who has seen the martins and swallows in September, assembling on the telephone wires, twittering, making short flights singly and in groups over the open, stubbly fields, returning to form longer and even longer lines above the yellowing verges of the lanes-the hundreds of individual birds merging and blending, in a mounting excitement, into swarms, and these swarms coming loosely and untidily together to create a great, unorganized flock, thick at the centre and ragged at the edges, which breaks and re-forms continually like clouds or waves-until that moment when the greater part (but not all) of them know that the time has come: they are off, and have begun once more that great southward flight which many will not survive; anyone seeing this has seen at the work the current that flows (among creatures who think of themselves primarily as part of a group and only secondarily, if at all, as individuals) to fuse them together and impel them into action without conscious thought or will: has seen at work the angel which drove the First Crusade into Antioch and drives the lemmings into the sea.” 

― Richard AdamsWatership Down