Ever since he was first pubÂlished in The New YorkÂer back in 1992, George SaunÂders has been craftÂing a string of brilÂliant short stoÂries that have reinÂventÂed the form. His stoÂries are dark, funÂny, and satirÂiÂcal that then turn on a dime and become surÂprisÂingÂly movÂing. And the madÂdenÂing thing about him is that he makes such tonal dexÂterÂiÂty look easy. Over the course of his career, he has won piles of awards includÂing a MacArthur “Genius” FelÂlowÂship in 2006. In 2013, his colÂlecÂtion of short stoÂries The Tenth of DecemÂber was selectÂed by the New York Times as one of the best books of the year. You can read 10 stoÂries by SaunÂders free online here.
Last year, SaunÂders delivÂered the conÂvoÂcaÂtion speech for SyraÂcuse UniÂverÂsiÂty where he teachÂes writÂing. Most such speechÂes are dull and forÂgetÂtable or, as was the case when Ross PerÂot spoke at my gradÂuÂaÂtion, incoÂherÂent and churlÂish. Saunders’s speech, howÂevÂer, was someÂthing difÂferÂent — a quiÂet, self-effacÂing plea for empaÂthy. When it was reprintÂed by the New York Times last July, the speech seemÂingÂly popped up on every third person’s FaceÂbook feed.
BrookÂlyn-based group SeriÂous Lunch has creÂatÂed an aniÂmatÂed verÂsion of SaunÂders’ speech, voiced by the author himÂself. You can watch it above and read along below. You’ll probÂaÂbly want to call your mom or help an old lady across the street afterÂward.
I’d say, as a goal in life, you could do worse than try to be kinder.
In sevÂenth grade, this new kid joined our class. In the interÂest of conÂfiÂdenÂtialÂiÂty, her name will be “ELLEN.” ELLEN was small, shy. She wore these blue cat’s‑eye glassÂes that, at the time, only old ladies wore. When nerÂvous, which was pretÂty much always, she had a habit of takÂing a strand of hair into her mouth and chewÂing on it.
So she came to our school and our neighÂborÂhood, and was mostÂly ignored, occaÂsionÂalÂly teased (“Your hair taste good?” – that sort of thing). I could see this hurt her. I still rememÂber the way she’d look after such an insult: eyes cast down, a litÂtle gut-kicked, as if, havÂing just been remindÂed of her place in things, she was tryÂing, as much as posÂsiÂble, to disÂapÂpear. After awhile she’d drift away, hair-strand still in her mouth.
SomeÂtimes I’d see her hangÂing around alone in her front yard, as if afraid to leave it.
And then – they moved. That was it. One day she was there, next day she wasn’t.
End of stoÂry.
Now, why do I regret that? Why, forty-two years latÂer, am I still thinkÂing about it? RelÂaÂtive to most of the othÂer kids, I was actuÂalÂly pretÂty nice to her. I nevÂer said an unkind word to her. In fact, I someÂtimes even (mildÂly) defendÂed her. But still, it bothÂers me.
What I regret most in my life are failÂures of kindÂness.
Those moments when anothÂer human being was there, in front of me, sufÂferÂing, and I responded…sensibly. ReservedÂly. MildÂly.
Or, to look at it from the othÂer end of the teleÂscope: Who, in your life, do you rememÂber most fondÂly, with the most undeÂniÂable feelÂings of warmth?
Those who were kindÂest to you, I bet.
But kindÂness, it turns out, is hard — it starts out all rainÂbows and pupÂpy dogs, and expands to include … well, everyÂthing.
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow.
If you saw our post on Andy Warhol digÂiÂtalÂly paintÂing DebÂbie HarÂry at the 1985 launch of the ComÂmodore AmiÂga 1000, you know how effuÂsiveÂly — effuÂsiveÂly by the impasÂsive WarhoÂlian stanÂdard, anyÂway — the artist praised the comÂputÂer’s artisÂtic powÂer. Now, thanks to a recent disÂcovÂery by memÂbers of Carnegie MelÂlon UniÂverÂsiÂty’s ComÂputÂer Club, we know for sure that the masÂterÂmind behind the FacÂtoÂry didÂn’t simÂply shill for ComÂmodore; he actuÂalÂly spent time creÂatÂing work with their then-graphÂiÂcalÂly advanced machine, a few pieces of which, unseen for nearÂly thirÂty years, just came back to light on monÂiÂtors everyÂwhere. Above we have the 1985 self-porÂtrait Andy2. The 27 othÂer finds include a mouse-drawn renÂdiÂtion of his sigÂnaÂture CampÂbelÂl’s soup can and a three-eyed Venus, sureÂly one of the eerier earÂly uses of cut-and-paste funcÂtionÂalÂiÂty, all prodÂucts, explains the press release from The Frank-Ratchye STUDIO for CreÂative Inquiry at Carnegie MelÂlon,” of a comÂmisÂsion by ComÂmodore InterÂnaÂtionÂal to demonÂstrate the graphÂic arts capaÂbilÂiÂties of the AmiÂga 1000 perÂsonÂal comÂputÂer.”
1980s elecÂtronÂics-lovÂing artist Cory ArcanÂgel, upon watchÂing the video of Warhol at the launch, conÂtactÂed the Andy Warhol MuseÂum “regardÂing the posÂsiÂbilÂiÂty of restorÂing the AmiÂga hardÂware in the museum’s posÂsesÂsion.” The effort necesÂsiÂtatÂed acts of “forenÂsic retroÂcomÂputÂing” — a delÂiÂcate process, since “even readÂing the data from the diskettes entailed sigÂnifÂiÂcant risk to the conÂtents.” The CMU ComÂputÂer Club team even had to reverse-engiÂneer the “comÂpleteÂly unknown file forÂmat” in which Warhol had saved his images. “By lookÂing at these images, we can see how quickÂly Warhol seemed to intuÂit the essence of what it meant to express oneÂself, in what then was a brand-new mediÂum: the digÂiÂtal,” ArcanÂgel says in the press release. “FYI, it was the most fun project I ever worked on,” he says on his blog — a meanÂingÂful stateÂment indeed, since so much of his othÂer work involves old NinÂtenÂdo games. The HillÂman PhoÂtogÂraÂphy IniÂtiaÂtive capÂtured it all in a film called Trapped: Andy Warhol’s AmiÂga ExperÂiÂments, which preÂmieres SatÂurÂday, May 10, at PittsÂburgh’s Carnegie Library LecÂture Hall, thereÂafter becomÂing viewÂable at nowseethis.org.
The ReaÂgan presÂiÂdenÂcy was probÂaÂbly the goldÂen age of anti-drug mesÂsagÂing. America’s school kids were told that a brain was like an egg and drugs were like a fryÂing pan. The First Lady told America’s school kids simÂply to “Just Say No.” The mesÂsage was stuÂpeÂfyÂingÂly simÂple. Drugs, like ComÂmuÂnism and taxÂes, are bad.
DurÂing the earÂly 1970s, howÂevÂer, that anti-drug mesÂsage was much more conÂfused. Take for examÂple CuriÂous Alice, a visuÂalÂly stunÂning, deeply odd movie about the perÂils of drug abuse that makes the stuff look like a lot of fun. CreÂatÂed by the NationÂal InstiÂtute of MenÂtal Health in 1971, the film shows young Alice readÂing Lewis Carroll’s Alice in WonÂderÂland in a sunÂny dapÂpled meadÂow before nodÂding off. She soon finds herÂself plungÂing down the rabÂbit hole and in a wonÂderÂland … of drugs. The King of Hearts is hawkÂing heroÂin. The Mad HatÂter is tripÂping balls on LSD. The hookah-smokÂing CaterÂpilÂlar is stoned out of his gourd. The DorÂmouse is in a barÂbiÂtuÂrate-induced stuÂpor and the March Hare, who looks like the Trix Bunny’s ne’er-do-well brothÂer, is a fidÂgetÂing tweakÂer. “You oughÂta have some pep pills! Uppers!” he exclaims. “AmphetÂaÂmines! Speed! You feel super good.”
The movie was reportÂedÂly intendÂed for eight year-olds. While it’s unlikeÂly that your averÂage third gradÂer is going to absorb Alice’s morÂalÂizÂing about acid, they will almost cerÂtainÂly respond to the film’s tripÂpy, MonÂty Pythonesque aniÂmaÂtion. The aniÂmaÂtors clearÂly had a blast makÂing this movie, but their efforts didn’t exactÂly transÂlate into an effecÂtive mesÂsage. After the movie came out, the NationÂal CoorÂdiÂnatÂing CounÂcil on Drug EduÂcaÂtion slammed the movie, callÂing it conÂfusÂing and counÂterÂproÂducÂtive.
As an adult, howÂevÂer, the movie is a lot of fun. So check it out above. And if you live in either ColÂorado or WashÂingÂton, feel free to enjoy the movie in a state that it is probÂaÂbly best appreÂciÂatÂed.
Jonathan Crow is a Los AngeÂles-based writer and filmÂmakÂer whose work has appeared in Yahoo!, The HolÂlyÂwood Reporter, and othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow him at @jonccrow.
Over at his blog LeitÂer Reports, UC ChicaÂgo proÂfesÂsor of phiÂlosÂoÂphy BriÂan LeitÂer is curÂrentÂly conÂductÂing a very interÂestÂing poll, askÂing his readÂers to rank the 25 philosoÂphers of “the modÂern era” (the last 200 years) who “have had the most perÂniÂcious influÂence on phiÂlosÂoÂphy.” The pool of canÂdiÂdates comes from an earÂliÂer surÂvey of influÂenÂtial philosoÂphers, and LeitÂer has imposed some conÂdiÂtions on his responÂdents, askÂing that they only rank philosoÂphers they have read, and only include “seriÂous philosophers”–“no charÂlaÂtans like DerÂriÂda or amaÂteurs like Rand.” While I perÂsonÂalÂly wince at LeitÂer’s DerÂriÂda jab (and cheer his excluÂsion of Rand), I think his quesÂtion may be a litÂtle too acaÂdÂeÂmÂic, his field perÂhaps too narÂrow.
But the polemÂiÂcal idea is so comÂpelling that I felt it worth adoptÂing for a broadÂer inforÂmal surÂvey: conÂtra LeitÂer, I’ve ranked five philosoÂphers who I think have had a most perÂniÂcious influÂence on the world at large. I’m limÂitÂing my own choicÂes to WestÂern philosoÂphers, with which I’m most familÂiar, though obviÂousÂly by my first choice, you can tell I’ve expandÂed the temÂpoÂral paraÂmeÂters. And in sportÂing lisÂtiÂcle fashÂion, I’ve not only made a rankÂing, but I’ve blurbed each of my choicÂes, inspired by this fun NeatoraÂma post, “9 Bad Boys of PhiÂlosÂoÂphy.”
While that list uses “bad” in the Michael JackÂson sense, I mean it in the sense of LeitÂer’s “perÂniÂcious.” And though I would also include the proÂviÂso that only “seriÂous” thinkers warÂrant incluÂsion, I don’t think this necÂesÂsarÂiÂly rules out anyÂone on the basis of acaÂdÂeÂmÂic canons of taste. One might as well include C.S. Lewis as Jean BauÂdrillard, both of whom tend to get disÂmissed in most phiÂlosÂoÂphy departÂments. My own list sureÂly reveals my anti-authorÂiÂtarÂiÂan biasÂes, just as some othÂers may rail at fuzzy thinkÂing with a list of postÂmodÂernists, or socialÂism with a list of MarxÂists. This is as it should be. DefinÂing the “bad,” after all, is bound to be a highÂly subÂjecÂtive exerÂcise, and one about which we can and should disÂagree, civilÂly but vigÂorÂousÂly. So with no more ado, here are my five choicÂes for “Most PerÂniÂcious WestÂern PhilosoÂphers.” I invite—nay urge you—to make your own lists in the comÂments, with explaÂnaÂtions terse or proÂlix as you see fit.
The DominiÂcan friÂar and author of the near-unreadÂably dense SumÂma TheÂoÂlogÂiÂca made it his life’s work to harÂmoÂnize logÂiÂcal ArisÂtotelian thought and mysÂtiÂcal ChrisÂtÂian theÂolÂoÂgy, to the detriÂment of both. While for Aquinas and his medieval conÂtemÂpoÂraries, natÂurÂal theÂolÂoÂgy repÂreÂsents an earÂly attempt at empiriÂcism, the emphaÂsis on the “theÂolÂoÂgy” meant that the West has endured cenÂturies of spuÂriÂous “proofs” of God’s exisÂtence and comÂpleteÂly incomÂpreÂhenÂsiÂble ratioÂnalÂizaÂtions of the TrinÂiÂty, the virÂgin birth, and othÂer miracÂuÂlous tales that have no anaÂlogue in observÂable pheÂnomÂeÂna.
Like many church fathers before him, Thomas’s employÂment as a kind of Grand InquisiÂtor of heretics and a codÂiÂfiÂer of dogÂma makes me all the more averse to his thought, though much of it is admitÂtedÂly of great hisÂtorÂiÂcal import.
Schmitt was a Nazi, which—as in the case of MarÂtin Heidegger—strangely hasn’t disÂqualÂiÂfied his thought from seriÂous appraisal across the politÂiÂcal specÂtrum. But some of Schmitt’s ideas—or at least their application—are parÂticÂuÂlarÂly trouÂbling even when fulÂly divorced from his perÂsonÂal polÂiÂtics. Schmitt theÂoÂrized that sovÂerÂeign rulers, or dicÂtaÂtors, emerge in a “state of exception”—a secuÂriÂty criÂsis with which a demoÂcÂraÂtÂic sociÂety canÂnot seem to cope, but which is ripe for exploitaÂtion by domÂiÂneerÂing indiÂvidÂuÂals. These “states” can legitÂiÂmateÂly appear at any time, or can be ginned up by unscrupuÂlous rulers. The cruÂcial insight has inspired such leftÂist thinkers as WalÂter BenÂjamin and theÂoÂrists on the right like Leo Strauss. Its politÂiÂcal effects are someÂthing altoÂgethÂer difÂferÂent. Writes Scott HorÂton in Harper’s:
It was Schmitt who, as the crown jurist of the new Nazi regime, proÂvidÂed the essenÂtial road map for GleÂichÂschalÂtung – the levÂelÂing of oppoÂsiÂtion withÂin Germany’s vast bureauÂcraÂcy – and it was he who proÂvidÂed the legal tools used to transÂform the Weimar democÂraÂcy into the Nazi nightÂmare that folÂlowed it.
This same road map—many have alleged—guided the uniÂlatÂerÂal susÂpenÂsions of conÂstiÂtuÂtionÂal proÂtecÂtions and human rights proÂtoÂcols machiÂnatÂed by Bush and Cheney’s NeoÂconÂserÂvÂaÂtive legal adviÂsors after 9/11, who read Schmitt thorÂoughÂly. (I intend here no direct comÂparÂiÂson whatÂevÂer between these two regimes, GodÂwin willÂing.)
Though he wrote copiÂousÂly on episÂteÂmolÂoÂgy, reliÂgious tolÂerÂaÂtion, eduÂcaÂtion, and all sorts of othÂer imporÂtant topÂics, Locke is often rememÂbered as everyone’s favorite libÂerÂal politÂiÂcal philosoÂpher. His anonyÂmousÂly pubÂlished Two TreaÂtisÂes of GovÂernÂment has had an outÂsized influÂence on most modÂern demoÂcÂraÂtÂic conÂstiÂtuÂtions, and givÂen his priÂmaÂry antagÂoÂnist in the first part of that work—Sir Robert Filmer, staunch defendÂer of the divine right of kings and natÂurÂal hierarchies—Locke seems posÂiÂtiveÂly proÂgresÂsive, what with his defense of a civÂil sociÂety based on respect for labor and priÂvate propÂerÂty against the unwarÂrantÂed powÂer and abuse of the arisÂtocÂraÂcy.
But Locke’s Filmer works as someÂthing of a straw man. ExamÂined critÂiÂcalÂly, Locke is no demoÂcÂraÂtÂic chamÂpiÂon but an apolÂoÂgist for the petÂty tyranÂny of landownÂers who gradÂuÂalÂly erodÂed the comÂmons, disÂplaced the comÂmonÂers, and seized greater and greater tracts of land in EngÂland and the colonies under the LockÂean jusÂtiÂfiÂcaÂtion that a man is entiÂtled to as much propÂerÂty as he can make use of. Of course, in Locke’s time, and in our own, proÂpriÂetors and landownÂers seize and “make use of” the resources and labor of others—slaves, indigeÂnous peoÂple, and exploitÂed, landÂless workers—in order to make their extravÂaÂgant claims to priÂvate propÂerÂty. This kind of approÂpriÂaÂtion is also enabled by Locke’s thought, since propÂerÂty only justÂly belongs to the “indusÂtriÂous and the ratioÂnal”— charÂacÂterÂisÂtics that tend to get defined against their oppoÂsites (“lazy and stuÂpid”) in any way that suits those in powÂer.
AnothÂer darÂling of EnlightÂenÂment traÂdiÂtion, Descartes gets all the credÂit for foundÂing a phiÂlosÂoÂphy on radÂiÂcal doubt, and thereÂby doing away with the preÂsupÂpoÂsiÂtionÂal theÂoÂlogÂiÂcal bagÂgage imposed on thought by scholasÂtics like Aquinas. And yet, like Locke, Descartes gets too easy a pass for reducÂing his method to terms that are by no means unequivÂoÂcal or uniÂverÂsalÂly meanÂingÂful, though he preÂtends that they are.
Descartes explains his method as a means of elimÂiÂnatÂing from his mind all conÂcepÂtuÂal clutÂter but those ideas that seem to him “clear and disÂtinct.” OddÂly the two bedrock conÂcepts he’s left with are an unshakeÂable faith in his own indiÂvidÂual ego—or soul—and the exisÂtence of a monotheÂisÂtic creÂator-God. Thus, Descartes’ method of radÂiÂcal doubt leads him to reafÂfirm the two most core conÂcepts of clasÂsiÂcal WestÂern phiÂlosÂoÂphy, conÂcepts he more or less assumes on the basis of intuition—or perÂhaps unexÂamÂined ideÂoÂlogÂiÂcal comÂmitÂments.
This is a tough one, because I actuÂalÂly adore Kierkegaard, but I love him as a writer, not as a philosoÂpher. His criÂtiques of Hegel are scathing and hilarÂiÂous, his takeÂdowns of the self-satÂisÂfied DanÂish petit-bourÂgeoisie are epic, and the tonal range and ironÂic deftÂness of his numerÂous litÂerÂary voices—personae as diverse as desert saints and schemÂing seducers—are unequalled.
But I recoil from the ethÂiÂcal phiÂlosÂoÂphy of Søren Kierkegaard, as so many peoÂple recoil from Nietzsche’s brinksÂmanÂship with traÂdiÂtionÂal ChrisÂtÂian moralÂiÂty. Kierkegaard’s reducÂtion of the human expeÂriÂence to a false choice paradigm—“Either/Or”—, his ethics of blind irraÂtionalÂism couched as a jusÂtiÂfiÂable leap of faith, exemÂpliÂfied by his gloÂriÂfiÂcaÂtion of Abraham’s willÂingÂness to kill his son Isaac… these things I can’t help but find abhorÂrent, and if I’ve ever been temptÂed to read them as ironÂic expresÂsions of the author’s many masks, furÂther study has robbed me of this balm. Kierkegaard the writer offers us a great deal; Kierkegaard the moral philosoÂpher, not so much.
So there you have my list—riddled, to be sure, with inacÂcuÂraÂcies, prejÂuÂdice, and superÂfiÂcial misÂreadÂings, but an honÂest attempt nonetheÂless, givÂen my inadÂeÂquate philoÂsophÂiÂcal trainÂing. Again I’ll say that the incluÂsion of any of these five names in a list of philosoÂphers, perÂniÂcious or no, means that I believe they are all thinkers worth readÂing and takÂing seriÂousÂly to some degree, even if one vioÂlentÂly disÂagrees with them or finds glarÂing and grievÂous error in the midst of seas of brilÂliance.
Now that you’ve read my “Five Most PerÂniÂcious PhilosoÂphers,” please tell us readÂers, who are yours, and why? Your gripÂing explaÂnaÂtions can be as short or long as you see fit, and feel free to vioÂlentÂly disÂagree with my hasty judgÂments above. Ad hominem attacks aside, it’s all withÂin the spirÂit of the enterÂprise.
Take ForÂrest Gump, the 1994 film directÂed by Robert ZemeckÂis and starÂring Tom HanÂks. Now let’s give it a Wes AnderÂson makeover. That’s the exerÂcise Louis Paquet went through above, in makÂing a short AnderÂsoÂnÂion verÂsion of ForÂrest Gump’s openÂing credÂits. If you need an introÂducÂtion to AnderÂsonÂ’s sigÂnaÂture style, we’ve got a few helpÂful posts for you below.
Why do I check into MetafilÂter every day? Just so that I don’t miss a post like this. A MetafilÂter comÂmuÂniÂty memÂber who goes by the name of “Going to Maine” has pulled togethÂer a list of ThirÂty Errol MorÂris movies that can be streamed on YouTube. The list includes some of MorÂris’ major docÂuÂmenÂtaries, but also many excelÂlent short films (and interÂviews) directÂed by MorÂris over the years. Above, you can see “Team SpirÂit,” a bizarre litÂtle film MorÂris made for ESPN about fans who are deadÂly seriÂous about sports. In fact, they take their love of sports right to the grave. Below, you can find varÂiÂous othÂer MorÂris films we’ve feaÂtured over the years. They othÂerÂwise reside in our colÂlecÂtion of Free DocÂuÂmenÂtaries, a subÂset of our Free Movies colÂlecÂtion.
You sureÂly heard plenÂty about ShakeÂspeare’s birthÂday yesÂterÂday. But did you hear about ShakeÂspeare’s beeÂhive? No, the Bard didÂn’t moonÂlight as an apiÂarist, though in his main line of work as a poet and dramaÂtist he sureÂly had to conÂsult his dicÂtioÂnary fairÂly often. The quesÂtion of whether humanÂiÂty has an idenÂtiÂfiÂable copy of such an illusÂtriÂous refÂerÂence volÂume gets explored in the new book ShakeÂspeare’s BeeÂhive: An AnnoÂtatÂed ElizÂaÂbethan DicÂtioÂnary Comes to Lightby bookÂseller-scholÂars George KopÂpelÂman and Daniel WechÂsler. In their study, they reveal that they may have come into posÂsesÂsion of ShakeÂspeare’s very own copy of Baret’s Alvearie, a popÂuÂlar clasÂsiÂcal quote-laden EngÂlish-Latin-Greek-French dicÂtioÂnary the man who wrote King Lear would have found “the perÂfect tool, a honÂey-combed beeÂhive of posÂsiÂbilÂiÂties that may not have formed his way of thinkÂing, but cerÂtainÂly fed his appetite and nourÂished his selecÂtion.” He would have, at least, if indeed he owned it. Some solÂid ShakeÂspeare scholÂarÂship points toward his ownÂing a copy of Baret’s Alvearie, but did he own this one, the richÂly annoÂtatÂed one these guys found on eBay?
Experts haven’t exactÂly stepped forÂward in force to back up their claim. PlauÂsiÂble objecÂtions include, as Adam GopÂnik puts it in a (subÂscribers-only) New YorkÂer piece on this Alvearie in parÂticÂuÂlar and humanÂiÂty’s desire for ShakeÂspeareÂan artiÂfacts in genÂerÂal: “the handÂwritÂing just doesÂn’t look like ShakeÂspeare’s,” “since ShakeÂspeare wrote ElizÂaÂbethan EngÂlish, any work of ElizÂaÂbethan EngÂlish is going to conÂtain echoes of ShakeÂspeare,” and, of all posÂsiÂble annoÂtaÂtors of this parÂticÂuÂlar physÂiÂcal book, ShakeÂspeare “is a prime canÂdiÂdate only because we don’t know the names of all the othÂer bird-lovÂing, inquisÂiÂtive readÂers who also liked their dabchicks and their French verbs.” Still, in a strikÂing act of openÂness, KopÂpelÂman and WechÂsler have made their — and ShakeÂspeare’s? — Alvearie availÂable for your digÂiÂtal perusal on their site. You have to regÂisÂter as a memÂber first, but then you can draw your own conÂcluÂsions about KopÂpelÂman and Weschler’s disÂcovÂery — or, as even they call it, their “leap of faith.” OverÂenÂthuÂsiÂasÂtic words, perÂhaps, but selÂdom do either sucÂcessÂful antiÂquarÂiÂan book dealÂers or dedÂiÂcatÂed ShakeÂspeare fans lack enthuÂsiÂasm.
It was only a matÂter of time before the folks at Google CulÂturÂal InstiÂtute wanÂdered down the road in MounÂtain View to visÂit the ComÂputÂer HisÂtoÂry MuseÂum. TogethÂer they’ve takÂen on a slim litÂtle subÂject, RevÂoÂluÂtion: The First 2000 Years of ComÂputÂing
Unlike the best CulÂturÂal InstiÂtute exhibits (the fall of the Iron CurÂtain and the dazÂzling array of othÂer art and hisÂtoÂry colÂlecÂtions come to mind) this one doesn’t do enough to leverÂage video to bring the mateÂrÂiÂal to life. It’s a breezy litÂtle tour from the humÂble (but effecÂtive) abaÂcus to punched cards, magÂnetÂic discs and the dawn of miniaÂturÂizaÂtion and netÂworkÂing.
But nothÂing about how the InterÂnet develÂoped, leadÂing to the Web and, now, the InterÂnet of EveryÂthing?
I’ll admit that I learned a few things. I hadn’t heard of the design-forÂward Cray 1 superÂcomÂputÂer with its round towÂer (to minÂiÂmize wire lengths) and bench to disÂcreteÂly hide powÂer supÂplies. The Xerox Alto came with conÂsumer friendÂly feaÂtures includÂing a mouse, email and the capacÂiÂty to print exactÂly what was on the screen. The unforÂtuÂnate acronym for this asset wasWYSIÂWYG (What You See Is What You Get).
I had also nevÂer heard about the Utah teapot, a picÂture of a gleamÂing white ceramÂic urn used for 20 years as the benchÂmark for realÂisÂtic light, shade and colÂor in comÂputÂer-genÂerÂatÂed images.
“>http://youtu.be/amRQ-xfCuR4
More interÂestÂing, and up to the CulÂturÂal Institute’s stanÂdards, is the exhibÂit built in partÂnerÂship with the NationÂal MuseÂum of ComÂputÂing in BuckÂingÂhamshire, EngÂland. It’s a fasÂciÂnatÂing piece of hisÂtoÂry, focusÂing on Hitler’s efforts to encrypt mesÂsages durÂing the war and stump the Allied forces. He comÂmisÂsioned conÂstrucÂtion of a super-sophisÂtiÂcatÂed machine (not EnigÂma, if you’re thinkÂing of that). The machine was called Lorenz and it took encrypÂtion to an entireÂly new levÂel.
“>http://youtu.be/knXWMjIA59c
British linÂguists and othÂers labored to manÂuÂalÂly deciÂpher the mesÂsages. Attempts to speed the process led to develÂopÂment of ColosÂsus, the world’s first elecÂtronÂic comuter. The project was kept secret by the British govÂernÂment until 1975.
Kate Rix writes about eduÂcaÂtion and digÂiÂtal media. FolÂlow her on TwitÂter.
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