The one-two punch of de-industrialization and real-estate devaluation, though it dealt grievous injuries to the city’s two-footed denizens, has, strangely enough, set Detroit on a path toward becoming a veritable bushmeat Eden.
Maybe the answer lies in a vibrant, robust ancillary economy devoted to aesthetic and cultural development. We can beautify, and beautify more, while keeping people busy in the bargain. This way they can give the lie to snooty ol’ Keynes’ presumption of their having no special talent. It will, of course, require great many more stimulus dollars than have heretofore been disbursed, but I, for one, would rather see fortunes go to starving artists and out-at-the-sleeves scholars than to fat cats.
What the the Good Enough Revolution aims for is absolute immediacy via the dissolution of any obstacles, impediments, contrarieties or difficulties that in the friction they create might alert us to our exploitation. In an age of cloud computing, we ourselves become like clouds, drifting from device to device, app to app, each seamlessly and unassumingly integrated into our environment, which they have transformed into a turnkey milieu of worktainment and sweated leisure. If in years past we were encouraged to be good stewards of the things that enhanced our productivity — keeping our cars running, making sure we have internet access at home, regularly upgrading to more powerful laptops — the Good Enough Revolution relieves us of even this responsibility. By recovering minutes and seconds from boot-ups, file accessing, uploads and whatnot, the Good Enough Revolution valorizes prevailing worklife trends, in which constant, frenzied activity replaces deliberate.
One wonders how bad things really are if can still find money for an eight-ball. At any rate, cocaine is not necessary a drug associated with economic downturns. Smack, certainly. Crack, definitely. But blow retains too much of an uptown aura really to be associated with hard times. One thinks of all the 80s cocaine glam: Delorean car tires, shitters in some Manhattan or Miami nightclub, the backseat of a BMW 500 series — all mis en scènes for a drug that defined a decade. If crystal meth is the poor man’s cocaine, then cocaine remains the rich man’s cocaine.
By way of cryptogon comes this USA Today story concerning the recent uptick in the apportioned debt burden of every citizen of these United States following the Obama administration’s bailout of the financial sector and other deficit expenditures. The exact figure is $546,668 per household, up $55,000 — a year’s income for most middle-class wage [...]
So much depends on the tensive brutality of the seemingly random association. This brutality marshals a confrontation between witnessing and whimsy. One pursues the gossamer trace threading the luminous mundanity of partially and imperfectly recalled memories, which are scattered like unset jewels on the black velvet of consciousness, tempting one with their lustrous disorder to [...]
You’ve seen them. On the outskirts of town. Out the car window on some lonesome stretch of secondary highway. On Cops. Trailer homes. No longer the down-market domain of the under-32 set (teeth, that is), single-, double- and triple-wides are bidding for bourgeois-boho respectability. Rechristened “i-houses,” these charming abodes are sure to shake their rep [...]
Occasioned by the recent publication of Winifred Gallagher’s Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life, this April 29 review by Salon‘s Laura Miller get to the heart of a terrible condition gripping seemingly everyone these days, namely, a “creeping distractibility and the technology that presumably causes it.” Miller attributes this condition to “our inability to control [...]
We at Generation Bubble fear people who smile with their mouths open; they always look as if they’re about to bite you and seem pained at having to do so. * * * We at Generation Bubble fear people who measure one’s humanity by focusing exclusively on externals. The fat, mutilated, maimed and crippled are [...]
The Canberra Times reported last week that “Canberra can lay claim to being the new McMansion capital of Australia.” The capital now boasts the biggest new homes in the nation. In all shades of teal, puce and beige, the jumble of McMansions that cluster along Canberra’s outskirts introduce an element of cheap chaos into what [...]