Thursday, February 1, 2007

War Babies

Philandering and prostitution seem to follow any intentioned army, active or passive, no matter where they end up. History reveals that many a marriage, or at least bastard, have resulted from such political extensions.

So, here goes, can we trace conflict through the ages by gene distribution. It has already been shown that the "geneprint" of Ghengis Khan is present in Asia. (Of course in reference to that particular link, I really wouldn't call him the world's "Greatest Lover", if by love you mean rape, then sure). What about the US Marines in Tripoli, or the Japanese in the Philippines?

It remains to be seen. However, one would seemingly expect from past success that the answer is a resounding yes.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Cultural Hospice

A cultural artifact where preservation is stressed more than experimentation, is truly dead.

If technique is expounded in blind pedagogy, and innovation punished as illiteracy, then truly a culture is in its final decline. It has entered on its way to the cultural museum, to join the ranks with countless other relics such as Latin, Opera, Ancient Greek, et cetera and so forth. All the veneration and valor these virtues erect in our flaccid souls will nevertheless be impotent to bring themselves back to life. Forever are they entombed and wrapped in layers of meaning of the dead world from whence they were laid down. Roadsigns in the cultural graveyard.
Rest in Piece.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Outsourcing

Robots, yet again, are blamed for outsourcing troubles. Once manual labor became solely the realm of machines, white collar labor was not far behind. Despite many advances in augmenting humans (Englebert would be proud) no one really was able to compete with the dedication that mechanized sentience affords. Their only ambition: work. All the benefits of promotion hungry yuppies and none of the salaries or personalities (unless of course you buy the upgrade).

In the words of the robot labor unions "We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us. "
You could be forgiven for mistaking this as a quote from the movie Fight Club