Focus on your breath. In and out. Be genuinely curious about your breath. Your mind is like a puppy. It will wander and you will gently pick it up and place it back on the mat. Focus on your breath. Focus on your breath. Return to the present moment. Mindfulness might be able to cure AIDS.
Mindfulness is a meditative practice for white people who are disconnected from culture and meaning. For a few minutes per day, you can indulge your current experiences by focusing your attention on yourself. Be curious about yourself. Notice yourself. But do it uncritically. Einstein maybe did the same thing.
It’s important to know that there are Studies. You might not be able to understand the Studies, but they definitely exist. And they’re definitely good Studies. And there is definitely no evidence against spending money on mindfulness retreats.
The focus on the self as an atomic, self-formed object has clearly resulted in its adoption by two very different groups. The New Age, anti-authoritarians on the one side, and executive management types on the other. For all its claims to being scientific, mindfulness is an inherently political practice and it should be critiqued as such.
First up, the boring part of the review: Blade Runner 2049 is amazing and you should go see it. It is a very good heir to the original Blade Runner, if only because it compels you to think about the original in a new way. Even down to basic questions like: ‘Could the original Blade Runner be made today?’ ‘How do we feel about the legal/political/social questions of the original movie today?’ and ‘Should we think more closely about the genre of film that seems to be defined by multiplicity of versions?’
It is a beautiful movie that somehow matches sophomoric and boring questions about authenticity with much more difficult questions about technology and sexuality. The movie is closer in substance to the original theatrical cut of Blade Runner than to the Final Cut: there’s very little ambiguity about the content of the movie, and the movie does a lot (too much for my tastes) to make it really, really clear where we’re up to in the story. I would have been happy with many of the movie’s questions to remain unresolved. In a sense, even the biggest questions from the plot don’t really need an answer. I look forward to watching a dozen edits of this movie over the next three decades.
For those of you who unwisely avoid spoilers, here is where you should stop. I want to discuss a few scenes in particular, and why some of the criticism about the film’s sexual and racial aspects are unwarranted.
It’s a well-known dance. The government announces a new national security policy, then the media and the usual human rights organisations breathlessly inform us that this is Orwellian, Kafkaesque, and the last piece of evidence we need to support their preferred policy option (usually some Bill of Rights or a Federal Independent Commission Against Corruption). After a few days, we go back to normal when a Kardashian posts a ‘problematic’ selfie to Instagram or something similarly edifying.
Why does the debate happen like this?
‘Every child deserves a mum and a dad.’ ‘Every child has a right to their biological parents.’ ‘What about the children?’ ‘What about the rights of the child?’
I kept hearing this rhetoric repeated again and again by the No campaign. Biological family was inalienable, a birthright with which the State should not interfere, an entitlement beyond the reach of social engineering.
Even as a conservative myself, I find this position a bit basic. It’s certainly not historically how our society has operated. For all the dodgy studies trying to convince us that there is something essential that a person gets through a relationship with a biological mother and biological father, there is the obvious preference that people have stability and certainty. People will love each other and bring children into their family units; it would be preferable that this unit be as stable as possible regardless of the gendered accidents of the people involved.
Australia has not had the greatest history of protecting families. Even recently, rules have changed on family visas making it harder to reunite families in Australia.
But perhaps the worst example of this attitude towards families was the genocidal attack on Australia’s Indigenous culture through what would become known as the Stolen Generations. For all this rhetoric about the need to preserve family units, we should expect that the loudest voices behind the No campaign are also the most outspoken about the atrocity of forcibly destroying family units.
Media portrayals of terrorism are racially loaded. There’s no doubt about it. But the way in which it is racially loaded is not immediately apparent, and a lot of the hot takes in the media today following the shooting in Vegas shows that people can be far too hasty in their presentation of issues.
Put simply, the problem is not the use of language to describe events, but the difference in prominence of events.
About ten years ago, Mick Garris put together an anthology show for Showtime called Masters of Horror. I’m currently going through a phase of thinking through how the tropes of horror films can influence our intuitions about legal things, thus I’m watching a lot of horror movies. While researching the background to one movie, I came across notes to this anthology series curated by Garris. Helpfully, it is streaming on Stan.
So you’re given the opportunity to curate 26 short horror movies of about 60 minutes each. How many of them do you think you’d allocate to female writer/director teams?
If you answered ‘None of them’, then you’d at least be consistent with Masters of Horror. In fairness to Garris, he then produced a third series (called Fear Itself) and that at least included one female director.
What is weird about this is the way that the vast majority of the anthology series spends a lot of time talking about women, either as victims or as monsters. In the case of a lesbian, both (‘Sick Girl’, produced as a horror-comedy).
This is one of the problem with our current cultural gatekeepers. Australia has a vibrant horror scene that is largely dominated by female writers and directors, and yet there’s no obvious pathway for mainstream audiences to come into contact with their work.
It’s not just market failure: it is a deeper structural problem about how Australians perform their culture. It is also a failure to invest in our own stories in the hope that North Americans would invest in our arts scene (see, for example, why so many science fiction and fantasy shows were shot in Australia and New Zealand, but we have a moribund local science fiction and fantasy industry; see also how the Commonwealth Government has invested in bringing blockbuster films to Australia at taxpayer expense but radically underfunds both local cultural production and local exhibition).
This loops me back to the start. Because very few people are given the opportunity to curate 26 short films, we keep squandering resources on the same people who are responsible for the current state of the culture industry. It also means that we keep seeing the repetition of old problems — particularly the lack of diversity in storytelling. More worrying (from my perspective) is that this approach has drastically reduced the gene pool of those who are responsible for the production and reproduction of cultural norms (such as the ones that generate intuitions about legal issues).
The heroes need to track a villain’s girlfriend. They need to plant a tracking device in her bloodstream. It turns out the only way to get the tracking device into the girlfriend’s bloodstream is to put the trackers inside her vagina. The audience guffaws. Which of the heroes is going to have to stick their finger down her pants?! How incredibly funny! Somebody has to sexually assault the woman to get the tracking device into her blood! Ha ha! It’s funny.
But it did make me wonder why this device would be necessary. What if the target had been male? How would they have tracked him? Are they only able to track women? If they are able to track men, how do they get the device all the way up the urethra? Or do they have an alternative method of getting the tracking device into their bloodstream? If so, why didn’t they use that method on the villain’s girlfriend?
Kingsman: The Golden Circle is a bad film. The only good parts are Elton John shouting ‘Fuck’ at people (‘Fuck you! Fuck off! Fuck this! … the fuck?’) I could watch those bits on loop for two hours and it would be a more satisfying movie that the rest of this train wreck of a movie.
The retiring Chief Justice of Victoria made some interesting comments regarding the role of the media in improving public understanding of the law:
Judges cannot really rely on the media for communication. It is up to us to write more simply and briefly with accompanying summaries and all published in an accessible way on the internet and through social media. This is an achievable goal which will help community understanding of what we do and why.
Given the public interest in the High Court hearing regarding the marriage equality plebiscite, I was surprised that there wasn’t more commentary when the decision was handed down. The media was more interested in the outcome (plebiscite is going ahead) than the decision (interesting legal stuff).
Very little to do with the decision is actually about the plebiscite. I find it endlessly fascinating that High Court decisions — many of which are extraordinarily fascinating on their facts alone — enter public consciousness in a way that is entirely disconnected from the legal matter. I remember seeing Ronald Williams being interviewed on the ABC. He was the guy behind the National Chaplaincy in Schools Programme challenge, and who brought a case to the High Court about the extent to which the government is able to spend money without legislative approval. In the interview, he clearly had no idea what his case was about. For him, it was entirely about chaplains in schools, religious freedom, freedom from religion, and how atheists were persecuted. For the Court, it was about the scope of Executive power. The Court was in no way interested in the same things that Williams was.
The decision in the plebiscite case includes some interesting points of broader interest to the public. Here are some notes and thoughts about the issue of standing that arose.
Procrastination, gentle reader, makes me productive in every way except the ways in which I ought to be.
I’m not joking. I have three books that I need to read by tomorrow, an essay with a deadline that is rapidly approaching, a stack of audio that I should edit, I need to clean out my bedroom, and a shortlist of job applications I need to submit… but the weather is inviting, and there’s a nice cafe down the road, and I have three new books that I’d like to pour over, and there are some movies I’d like to watch at the cinema. I want to write short stories and then delete them so that nobody can see how bad they are. I bought some letter paper a few weeks ago, but it’s too large for writing letters, so I might draw on those instead. And I love reading essays. I want to be a better essayist, but I keep succumbing to the self-doubt that I’m dull and turgid. Maybe I’m the only person left who still gets excited by essays. I want to print out old literary essays on cheap pamphlet paper and slip them into friends’ letter boxes, leave them on colleagues’ desks, tuck them into books at the library for complete strangers to discover.
Of course, I’m not actually going to do this because I haven’t completely lost my biscuits yet.
The vast majority of politics — regardless of the side of the fence you are on — is not intellectually serious. I keep wondering why the quality of political debate is so poor, and I keep coming back to pseudo-economic reasoning: the cost of having a good quality conversation is greater than the cost of having a free-for-all, no-holds-barred, scramble.
Facts are a cost. Patience is a cost. Understanding is a cost. Far cheaper to let fly with a bit of bellyfeel and be done with it.
It is commonly noted that a conceit of liberals is that everybody would agree with them if only they had more facts. You are liberal or you are ignorant. I, quite obviously, do not subscribe to that theory (holding, in my heart of hearts, that the more you know, the more conservative you become). But I think that most liberals believe the theory that facts are always on their side, that liberalism is inevitable, and that liberalism is self evidently the natural conclusion of political thought.
I think this is why progressives are bad at politics.