The Flooded Zone

Life as Bliss Point

Life as TV

Satirical clip made with AI, published privately then taken down by its creators, then reposted by Trump on his website ‘Truth Socials’ with an approving comment.

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Life as Netflix

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Life as Tik Tok

‘Pur’ = purchase. Yes really.

Life as Feels: a subset

If you want to know what’s going on the world watch at least a few minutes. This video has had more than 40 million views. It goes for an hour. It is one of dozens created by this person. She is one of thousands of people doing this. The message: scrape a book, don’t read it.

Visceral videos of people playing with slime or braiding hair soothe those who feel overwhelmed by in-person contact

Life as AI

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Life as Something Else

I said Hurricane Dorian is going into Alabama, and I think it will. You can see the line. Alabama. Great State Alabama. Very good line, one of the best. Same sort of pen I use for my signature. A great signature … probably World’s Best.

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According to a Pentagon study, more than three-quarters of Americans between the ages of seventeen and twenty-four are ineligible to join the armed forces, because they are overweight, unable to pass the aptitude test, afflicted by physical or mental-health issues, or disqualified by such factors as a criminal record. 

6 thoughts on “The Flooded Zone

  1. Dear David,

    RE ‘Life As Bliss Point’ and Vance’s co-opting of St Thomas Aquinas’s hierarchy of charity, there is more to this than the opinion of an outraged Jesuit priest that it’s heartless and “evil”. What Vance is doing is what a lot of immensely rich and powerful media-manipulators are doing nowadays — ventriloquising sentiments that would be valid if they came from ordinary folks. From a biological “animal” point of view (that is to say from the point of view of survival), it makes perfect sense for people to love their own family above all, and then love their neighbour, and then their community, and then maybe their fellow citizens in their country and then, if all those animals are OK, think about loving the rest of the world. If a community that’s functioning fairly well — or a community that’s barely getting by, or a community that’s already in deep shit — is suddenly required to care for a multitude of strangers, they may be unable to cope, and starvation or violent conflict may follow. Everybody loses. It would make perfect sense for, say, the mayor of a dirt-poor town in a decaying part of America to say they couldn’t afford to support refugees or poor strangers in far-off countries.

    The problem with Vance making these arguments, however, is that he is not the mayor of a dirt-poor town in a decaying part of America. He’s a member of a wealthy elite whose agenda is to further enrich and empower that elite. The confidence trick that Vance, Trump, Farage and all the other right-wing blowhards have pulled off is to convince disaffected poor folks that they’re regular guys who speak for them. In breathtaking Orwellian fashion, they are kingpins of an elite declaring that they are crusading against “elites”.

    Getting back to Aquinas, it’s also interesting to note that Trump is the product of a grotesquely un-loving family, that he has no neighbours to love (he’s more likely to get into legal disputes with them), that he is not part of any community (unless oligarchs can be considered a community), and that his notion of citizens seems to consist of white Anglo people (with an exception being made for his Slovenian wife who is not an immigrant, OK?).

    There are many notions in 21st society, dear to the hearts of liberals, which are arguably unsustainable, ie, dependent on a dream of a social fabric that does not, in fact, exist in the real world. Right-wing bully-boys like Trump and Vance are merciless in their scorn for such “libtard” indulgences, and this scorn gains traction with voters who feel that society has drifted too far away from common sense. The tragedy is that the leaders who are posing as their champions and advocates don’t give a fuck about ordinary people and, far from restoring a lost social fabric, will only destroy it.

    Love,

    Michel

  2. Dear David,

    RE: ‘Life As Netflix’. A few years ago I attended a “home screening” of John Huston’s THE MALTESE FALCON. It was in the home of a film producer and her writer/director husband, who have a weekly ritual of watching a movie with their two sons (then about eleven and thirteen). I happened to be in the neighbourhood so they invited me to join them. Mum and Dad were familiar with THE MALTESE FALCON; the two boys and I had never seen it. As the film went on, I could sense the parents’ growing awareness of how the film was coming across to their children. On previous viewings, they’d perceived it through the lens of our generation. Today, they were pushed to perceive it as it might be perceived by people who hadn’t grown up in our historical era, reading the books and reviews we read, having the conversations we had with our contemporaries. As the minutes passed, THE MALTESE FALCON seemed to get worse and worse. The dialogue was stuffed with exposition, the acting was wooden, the editing was routine, the plot was nonsensical, the pace was turgid. The conversation we had with the boys afterwards confirmed all these things. Yet the film is considered (by old folks) one of the greatest movies ever made, and, according to the greyhaired pundits whose opinions are collated for Wikipedia, has received “universal acclaim”.

    I haven’t owned a television for many years, but I occasionally see adverts when they pop up intrusively on YouTube or when there’s a bunch of them in the cinema before the feature begins. Invariably, I’m impressed with the scripting, acting and editing in these micro-movies fashioned to sell people cars, snack foods, bank accounts or whatever. Often, they have wit and élan. And I recall the TV commercials I used to see in the 1970s, and how crass and inane and grindingly obvious they were.

    What I’m trying to articulate here is that we — you and I, most of the readers of this blog — are products of the ageing process that you so deftly describe. Our thoughts “aggregate, concentrate and lose range”. What we know is what we learnt some time ago. You are bravely and curiously trying to get to grips with what’s happening in a new world that didn’t form you, and you have lots of insightful points to make and bold analyses to put forward. Your horror at the “zombie” state of engagement that Netflix encourages is valid and I’m sure you’re right that colossal amounts of garbage is being produced for the transitory amusement of millennials who aren’t really paying much attention. But among those millennials are youngsters who are bright and sophisticated and well-versed in film techniques and who demand a high standard. They are watching series on Netflix and Amazon Prime and whatever other newfangled delivery platforms are out there, and they’re finding excellent stuff amongst the crap. I’m not watching it or even aware of it because I’m 65 and preoccupied with writing books and playing LPs and so on. But it’s out there.

    Famously, the Sci-Fi author Theodore Sturgeon, provoked by critics opining that 99% of Science Fiction was crap, remarked “99% of everything is crap”. I attempted to re-read some Sturgeon recently and found it tough going. As with THE MALTESE FALCON, it expects us to be tolerant of things we unthinkingly tolerated way back then. I’m also mindful that many of the rotten movies made in the 50s and 60s, which are nowadays enjoyed in an “ironic” fashion, could not be enjoyed ironically back then; they were simply rotten. From our historical vantage point, we can enjoy merely seeing actors wearing antiquated suits and dresses, and seeing the streets of New York or London the way they used to be seventy years ago. Those bonuses did not exist for the audiences of the time. The film stood or fell on its merits.

    The ultra-processed food analogy that runs through your essays may be useful here. 99% of the food in the marketplace may be non-food, a technological contrivance which fools people into thinking they’re eating something yummy when in fact they’re eating cunningly engineered slurry that robs them of nutrition and makes them fat and depressed. But, for those people who are interested in healthy, interesting food, there’s more of it to be found now than there used to be. The typical diets and cuisines of British and Australian folks in the 50s and 60s, before the influx of “exotic” cultures and the dubious miracle of super-fast international shipping, were dismal to recall. Our dinners may have been home-cooked with “real” ingredients but they were often bland and unimaginative. Nowadays, if you’re a foodie, the whole world of sublime deliciousness is available to you. And not just in restaurants and greengrocers. My local convenience store, run by Pakistanis, sells vacuum-sealed packets of perfectly decent Palak Paneer and Dhal which are made in India, contain no ultra-processed ingredients whatsoever, and cost a ridiculous £1.79. This is 21st century capitalism delivering the goodies to the tiny subsection of the market that wants it, while the huge majority are scoffing rehydrolised slurry. Of course it’s a scandal that powerful corporations are feeding billions of people shit. But there are modest gains among the losses.

    Love,

    Michel

  3. I know. You don’t eat much processed food. Yeah I know that. Me neither. You watch the ABC, maybe a bit of Britbox. … etc.

    Ruth and I both read your work on Saturday morning. After reading it, we looked at each other and said, as we often do, “Yes, we’re fucked”.

    It was the paragraph above that prompted me to make some sort of comment.

    I don’t eat much processed food. I do mainly watch the ABC but I do watch a lot of SBS but only on replay or on On Demand so that I can fast forward through the advertisements. I last watched any one of the other commercial channels in 1970. I’ve never watched Britbox but I do like lots of British programmes. I’ve never had a Netflix subscription so I’ve never had to cancel it. I do spend a lot of time on Facebook, looking at railway sites from Australia and around the world to prepare my bi-monthly report on Heritage and Tourist railways for the magazine of the LRRSA, Light Railways. I also watch Youtube, mainly distance running events from around the world and railway videos from anywhere. I use Whatsapp to talk with Ruth while I’m overseas and to communicate with my Afghan student about when we’ll have our next lesson. I use Messenger occasionally to communicate with friends and Instagram to communicate with another Chinese student in Fiji. I don’t know what digital news feeds are and I do have Foxtel for the footy (Go Pies and Dees) and Test Cricket (not those other abominable formats). Foxtel has recently been bought by a British sports media company which has done a lot to remove the cognitive dissonance caused by having Foxtel subscription owned by Fuck Murdoch (that’s his name isn’t it?) The only time I see Sky is on Media Watch when crazy excerpts are shown to mock the lunatics there. I once raced against Tony Abbott in the Puffing Billy Fun Run but he beat me quite easily. I don’t surf but I do ask Dr. Google things when I’ve forgotten them, e.g. what’s the name of those protective barriers they build over roads and railways to stop the avalanches? I do remember when people didn’t know things and I’ve always considered myself to be a bit of an outlier. Subvert the dominant paradigm I was always told. It really started in 1967 when I refused to be drafted to fight against my side in Vietnam. It caused enormous trouble for me but I didn’t go into the army. Despite all this Ruth says I’m the most conventional person on earth.

    For the next four years at least I’ve decided to practise (that’s the correct spelling of the verb despite what spell check says) internal isolation or internal migration; to look inward and just not be concerned about the things that I can’t do anything about. A recent article in the paper praised the coming of the AFL season as it meant that we had something to focus on rather than the awfulness of the world.

    This of course has meant that the range of things I can concern myself about has become quite limited. I can now read the newspaper very quickly as there are large sections I avoid including politics of any description, religion (the greatest con job of all time), fashion, any article on China which is always just anti-Chinese propaganda, Channel 9 news articles which make up a large percentage of the paper now that it is owned by Channel nine, pop music, celebrities, film stars etc. etc. The list goes on and it means that a lot of the news is skipped. Even the best part of the newspaper, the letters to the editor, takes a lot less reading these days. Fortunately, at my finger tips I have access to the world’s great literature and I can now make greater inroads into that.

    There have recently been calls for a boycott of all things from the USA. I’ve been doing it for years. I never (well, hardly ever) watch American films or television shows. Most films and television shows I see are in languages other than English and they’re just better than English language items. I would never own an American car or any product produced there. I try to avoid books by American authors but it seems that sometimes I’m cutting off my nose to spite my face so I make exceptions.

    I know I’m a mass of contradictions but I’m happy with that. Ruth wondered if David’s piece of writing actually was David or something written by AI the style of David.

  4. much to agree upon. the social media ocean is perhaps our new form of democratic entertainment and comedy. Mostly free and there to be ‘ had’ ; enjoyed and duped. The new consumption ethic is also something that Trump, Musk and Kennedy are interested in as it concerns the health of America. As they impose a new dietary and energy regime on the population, societal indigestion will be experienced. Cutting the fat, or fats,l may be painful

  5. Hi David,
    no matter how old we are, we remember the past, not so long ago, in which we had RIGHTS – to choose what to consume and that right was MINE, with all the positive/negative influences of the environment, family, myself – through education, critical thinking… I have not lost that right even today, which I cannot claim for many of my peers, but when I try to defend it, I experience being declared a grumpy old man. Now, I finally understand my parents who were not against the NEW, they were just saying why so much NEW while we have not learned to use what we have. So much NEW has been brought to the scene by so many players who are trying to master my “right and ability to consume”, which I see best through my children and grandchildren. Hoping that we would escape all this through education, a few days ago I came across an article with the “terrible” title, Human Intelligence Sharply Declining (https://futurism.com/neoscope/human-intelligence-declining-trends?utm_term=Futurism%20//%2003.17.25&utm_campaign=Futurism_Actives_Newsletter&utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email).
    I still don’t give up, in fact, I stopped telling my grandchildren “don’t do this and that”, I try to convey my thinking to them in exactly the way you did it David in this long blog. Don’t be just ordinary consumers, think critically about what you will consume, have your own rules.
    Well done.

    • how wonderful to hear from you Don, and in such good form. Very much appreciated my friend. Full of good memories. Thank you for taking the trouble to read it. My best to you and yours.

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