Friday, September 25, 2020

Picard: The Series

 The TV series Picard continues the story of Jean-Luc Picard, former captain of the ever-famous Starship Enterprise, as depicted in the series Star Trek: Next Generation (STNG).  The character name always triggers a long ago memory of a phone call from a new francophone colleague at work.  This was in the wayback days before call display when one did not know who was calling.  Anyway, he introduced himself, and to my very Anglo ears, I understood, "Jean-Luc Picard".  What a coincidence, I thought, so I immediately said, "So you're the captain".  He was confused as his name was actually Jean-Luc Diccaire and I can't recall if he had even ever heard of Picard and Star Trek.  After a few minutes, it was sorted out and all was well, but I was required to call him captain from then on.

The series Picard features a nonagenarian Jean-Luc, who is a retired Star Fleet admiral, living on a futuristic vineyard in France.  The character is of course portrayed by Patrick Stewart, who went on to more fame after STNG as the wheelchair-bound mentalist in the X-Men movies.  Picard was basically forced to resign when the Star Trek administration denied his ultimatum to continue aiding the Romulan refugee process after the human colony on Mars is attacked and destroyed by a band of synthetics.  This backstory is rather pedantically explained to the viewer in flashbacks - synthetics have been banned so there is not enough resources to continue helping the Romulans - although one suspects that some in Star Fleet never wanted to help the Romulans at all.

Picard learned this new while at a refugee camp, visiting an enclave of female Romulan ninjas (don't ask).  They are caring for a young boy who Picard has promised to find a more appropriate home.  This vow is never fulfilled - more on this later.

Back in the present future, the meat of the storyline commences.  A young human (we think) scientist, Dahj, is enjoying a glass of wine with her boyfriend, celebrating her acceptance into a Star Trek cybernetics program.  Suddenly, a team of soldiers pop (beam) in, kill the boyfriend and attempt to subdue the woman.  "Be careful, don't activate her", one of the soldiers says.  Oops, too late.  She goes all super-duper fast and strong, and kills all the soldiers.  Then mutters to herself, "What just happened?".

Seconds later (or so it appears in the magic of screen time), Dahj visits Picard's vineyard.  She was driven there by some vague memory or idea that he could protect her.  Picard does not recognise her but there is something...   He calms Dajh down, promises to help and sends her to bed.  Picard lives with two Romulan caretakers/bodyguards (who seem to be ex-spy or ex-military), who warn him not to do too much.  I forgot to mention that, not only is he over 90 years of age, Picard also has a terminal neurological condition.  Okay, one more flagrant foreshadow.

In the morning, Dahj has fled the vineyard, apparently not feeling safe.  Picard visits an archive of his life (I wonder if everyone has one of these in the future) and discovers an old painting of Data's entitled 'Daughter'.  It is a portrait of Dajh.  And there she is, waiting, as Picards exits the building.  More soldiers beam in and after a fight, set off a bomb that kills Dahj.  Oops.  But not to worry about that actress' paycheck, Dahj has a twin sister, Soji, who is still alive and central to the story.  Picard has to do a sprint up some stairs in this scene.  Impressive for a 90 year old!  Back at the vineyard, the bodyguards figure out somehow that the soldiers were Romulan - their existence had been wiped from any recording of the event using Romulan tech.  

So Picard starts his quest to find Soji.  He assembles a cast of characters to help.  First, an ex-colleague Raffi who had been helping with the Romulan exodus - she is now basically a junkie/alcoholic (a first for a Star Trek series, I do believe) and is nursing a major grudge against Picard for abandoning the Romulan effort.  She helps anyway and recruits another ex-Star Fleet officer, Rios, who conveniently owns a starship (not sure how one acquires a starship...).  He also has a narcissistic fetesh for holograms that look like him and is nursing his own pain over a previous captain (who had killed himself right in front of his impressionistic junior).  Picard picks up a cybernetics scientist, Agnes,  who worked with Bruce Maddox - the creator of Dahj and Soji.  

Agnes also has a secret mission, which was implanted by the half Romulan-half Vulcan chief of StarFleet security, who also happens to be a double agent for the Zhat Vash.  The Zhat Vash is a secret organization (all female apparently) embedded with the already secret Romulan spy police agency, the Tal Shiar.  The Zhat Vash are dedicated to protecting the universe by destroying all synthetic life.  This mission comes courtesy of a warning found on a planet with four perfectly synchronous moons.  That this planet is obviously synthetic itself seems to have escaped the Romulans.

Picard's band of happy warriors start by trying to find Bruce Maddox, who has just been kidnapped by an evil ganglord.  Along the way, they pick up Elnor (that Romulan boy who Picard failed to help long ago - told you!), who has nicely grown into an awesome Ninja warrior.  Before the Picard gang can rescue Maddox, they are attacked by a Romulan war bird, but then are rescued in the nick of time by guess who - Seven of Nine (a recurring character from STNG).  She is now an outlaw ranger, out trying to save ex-Borgs like her from evil ganglords who traffic in used Borg implants.  Her appearance dovetails nicely with the fact that Soji is living/working on a defunct Borg cube. 

The Brog cube, called the Artifact, was cut off from the collective when it assimilated one of the Zhat Vash operatives who was driven insane when receiving the ‘warning’ on that four-mooned planet.  Soji is there ostensibly performing research, but her main activity is being seduced by the nefarious brother of another Zhat Vash spy.  Finally, he obtains the name of her home planet, and tries to kill her with poison gas.  Soji activates and escapes, only to run into Picard and Elnor, who had just arrived.  Chased by Romulans, they hole up in the cube’s queen cell, when Seven of Nine (again) beams in to save the day.  She powers up some convenient Borg assimilated-tech to beam Picard and Soji to a far off planet (where former STNG colleagues’s Will Ryker and Deanna Troi live with their precocious daughter).  Seven of Nine then reconnects to the cube and enlists the remaining borg to wipe out the Romulans.  Elnor cannot kill them all himself.  The evil spy lady manages to jettison most of them into space (sorry) but SoN and the remaining borg are enough to commandeer the cube.

In the meantime, the seductive brother (Narek) is following the Rios starship as it travels to rendez-vous with Picard and Soji.  Apparently, he is not bright enough to go directly to the home planet of the synthetics, even though it took Raffi three seconds to determine its location.  Anyway, he is utilizing a tracker that the traitorous Star Fleet security director had Agnes ingest.  Agnes eventually disables the tracker by swallowing some poison, but not soon enough.   She is also feeling guilty about having murdered Bruce Maddox, (that secret mission i mentioned previously).  Rios, Raffi and Agnes pick up Picard and Soji and the ragtag team proceeds to the home planet for the conclusion of this epic tale.

On approach to the planet, Narek attacks and scores a few hits, bouncing the crew around (Picard gets ko’d pretty good).  It looks bad for a second until the Borg cube zooms into the battle.  But then all three ships are captured by giant flower-like net thingies (the synthetics version of defense) and are brought gently to the plant surface (the Borg cube gets a rougher ride, being a touch larger).  Once recovered, Picard breaks the news that he has a terminal brain condition that is seeming imminent (Foreshadow #2).  Eventually, the team wanders into the synthetics village, which has a feel much like a hippie commune (though no toking going on as far as I could see).  They meet some of the main synths, including Sutra (a predecessor of Soji’s, also portrayed by the same actress with heavy makeup), as well as Dr. Alton Soong (Brent Spiner without Data’s makeup).

Narek has also been captured and placed in pseudo jail.  The synths appear unconcerned about the imminent arrival of the Romulans (we can make more flowery things), until they hear that there are 2000 warbirds on the way.  Sutra conveniently has studied the art of the Vulcan mind meld, so she extracts the ‘warning’ for Agnes’ poor brain.  It turns out the message was actually meant for synthetics to receive (no wonder it drove most of the Romulans insane).   If the synths are in danger of eradication in their universe, the message is instructions on how to call for aid (just some big bad things will arrive to kill all the non-synths).  Sutra immediately starts plotting to turn the synths against the humans.  She releases Narek from confinement and helps him kill another synth.  She succeeds and Soji starts building the cell tower to contact another universe, while Picard is placed into confinement.

Meanwhile, Rios and Raffi are attempting to fix his starship with a mysterious tool supplied by the synths, which succeeds in the repairs by just wishing them so!  They also capture Narek, who fills them in on the synths’ nefarious plan.  They decide to try to blow up the cell tower to avoid annihilation.  As this attempt at sabotage plays out, Dr. Soong discovers Sutra’s betrayal and deactivates her.  Picard is freed and tries to convince Soji that the genocide of all humanoids is not the way to go.  The gang tries to heave the bomb at the cell tower, but Soji foils that and activates the beacon.

Picard and the gang decide to help back into space to hold off the Romulan herd single-handedly.  The Romulan fleet is led by the dastardly Oh, the StarFleet traitor.  Picard tries a multiverse variant of the ‘Picard’ maneuver, projecting thousands of copies of their own ship to confuse the poor enemy,  The Borg cube was also repaired and joins the fray, giving SoN the platform to finish off that Vash Bhat spy.  All this works for a little while, giving time for Ryker along with a StarFleet armada to show up and create a stalemate.  The Romulans finally give up and zoom away.  

Picard then suffers a brain incident and is dying.  He has literally given his life to protect the synths.  This convinces Soji to break the cell connection, just as the monsters (or whatever) are about to break through.  Ending #1.

Back on the planet, they are all mourning Picard’s death, when lo and behold, there is a spare synth body hanging about.  The dead man’s consciousness is, of course, implanted and voila: Picard 2.0 (although without any synth superpowers).  While in dead mode, Picard visited Data, whose consciousness has been living in a simulation all this time.  The two have a chance to say their goodbyes, and Data asks for the simulation to be terminated once and for all.  Picard fulfills this promise when he awakes in synth mode.  Ending #2.

In summary, there are not as many endings as LOTR Return of the King (good thing).  Most of the special effects were good, but many of the plot elements were overly contrived.  On the whole, a worthwhile addition to the Star Trek oeuvre.






Tuesday, September 22, 2020

Imaginative Meanderings in the Waking Mind of a President

 Hunh... 

I have to ...  

what was that guy's name?  

can't recall...    

I'm great... I'm great...I'm great...  

he was on Fox... of course on Fox...  good looking guy...  not as great as me, no way..   

I love what i did with the oval bedroom ... big mirror on the ceiling...  not big... really big... hugely big, I said, framed in gold, like I like it.   Cause they like me, right?  yeah, yeah.... 

I'm great... I'm great... I'm great...  

the hair's still good good, must have slept good... heh.. heh .. heh... 

ready to slay some democrats...  fat cats, that's what i call them... they're the fat cats, licking their paws...  Aw, i hate cats anyways, dogs too.... what't the point of animals if you can't eat them... 

though dogs are loyal, i'll give them that... I like loyal... loyal is useful,,, i can use loyal...  unlike generals..  who knew you could't trust generals... you would think they were loyal... 

you know, i thought i smelt the odor of piss in the oval office yesterday... like someone pissed in a plant... like a cat... like a general...  

i told them, they should install cameras in the office, videotape everything for my forever posterity...  wouldn't loser Comey have liked that...  No, they told me, look what happened to Nixon... 

well, Nixon was a loser, like the military is full of losers... the fake news is still on about the losers in the military, well of course they're damn fools and losers if they're dead...  

the only way to die is rich, you win then, you pass it on, you pass on your name, like my dad did... he was a winner...  yeah, he was... can you imagine my Ivana and her Jared in this bed, looking up, thinking of me, of all I gave them, all that huge, huge stuff... maybe they could change their name...

no, it won't be Don Jr, i don't see it... ok, he does a good padcost or podcast or whatever, who knew the boy could speak... course he learned from the best... the biggest star.... I'm great... I'm great,,, I'm great...  

yeah, okay, gotta think of stars, some good ones, ones that like me... athletes... athletes are safe... Tiger likes me... I gave him a medal... golfers are safe, golfers like me, they love me...  no damn golfer is going to kneel on the first tee...  

basketball, can't go there, they're all pretty rich, but can't even appreciate all I do for.......  turned into a freaking nest of protesters... black lives matter, woodoo...   

c'mon man, gotta have positive thoughts for the day...  baseball... no, baseball is not america's sport anymore, boring...  

football is... until he started all that kneeling stuff....  no good... no good... 

let's see, what did Fox say yesterday.... I'm great... I'm great... I'm great...  

that Q guy... he's good... he likes me... Q Anon... what kind of name is that anyway?  who knows...  

and the Q haters... the cabal against me...  the deep state... Barry and Joe are criminals, lock 'em up with Hilary... yeah, that was a good one.... 

okay... okay... time to get up...  time to do the morning stretches, like momma taught me...  

stretch the left arm out... I'm great... I'm great... I'm great...  left is for losers...  

stretch the right arm out...  I'm great... I'm great... I'm great...  right is might...  

stretch the left leg out... I'm the big egg... heh... heh... heh... 

stretch out the right leg out... I'm the best egg... heh... heh... heh... 

stretch out your little fingers... la... la.. la.. 

stretch out your little toes... I'm great... I'm great... I'm great...  

stretch the little pinky... 

stretch the little winky..   I'm great... I'm great... I'm great...  

okay, enough of that, i'm president now, gotta get up and flog some democrats... 

time to turn on the Fox...

pandemic's turned the corner... pandemic's turned the corner... heh... heh... heh...

and remember to fix the hair...



Monday, September 21, 2020

The Two Americas

After perusing some reader comments about a recent New York Times magazine edition on hunger in America exacerbated by the pandemic, I am struck both by the expression of heartfelt empathy, but also by the lack of reflection on the true problems.  Amidst vows to donate to food banks and volunteer more,  real solutions and actions are obscured in this fog of misery.  There has always been poverty in America, as it exists in most places in the world for a myriad of reasons.  But the wonder of it has been "How can the richest, most powerful nation in the world let its citizens live in such conditions of poverty and despair?".   Of course, there are many failings, especially in cases of mental illness and systemic bias.  Yet, at least in most all the Western world, there is some minimum safety net, some government effort to help those most in need.

But not in America.  It’s a republic with a two political party system.  And one of the parties has dedicated itself to eliminating any vestige of the governmental support structure.  No more welfare bums.  Fight tooth and nail against any sort of universal Medicare.  All so that taxes can be kept low, especially for those of the uber-rich - you know, the kind of people whole donate millions to politicians to ensure policies that engender many more millions. Yet, the hard part for me to understand is that the very people who are struggling to make ends meet, who barely keep their heads above the poverty line, form a significant portion of the base support for this party.  Supposedly, they still buy into the ‘American’ dream of upward mobility.  I tend to think that there is a substantial cynicism also at play here, the belief that ‘others’ will steal or take more than their fair share when government support is available.  Their tax money will be wasted in the swamps of Washington bureaucracy.

Admittedly, this segment of the population does not include the ‘illegal’ immigrants or refugees, the homeless or mentally ill, those in prisons or former felons, and all the otherwise disenfranchised.  But they don’t vote, so it does not really matter.

So this is my view of the two Americas.  First, the rich and comfortable, with medical insurance and stable incomes, able to house, feed and educate their children.   Second, those living in or just above poverty, living day by to somehow find a roof over their heads, enough to eat and send their children to some sort of educational institution.  The pandemic has just made this division more stark and ever farther apart.  Of course, one still supports the other.  Just not in the direction it ought to be. 




Tuesday, September 11, 2012

What is the Difference?

I have been wondering lately, especially after the U.S. Republican candidate Mr. Romney's recent appearance on "Meet the Press", why is his party so repugnant to me.

It is not really policy, or at least implementable policy.  As Romney admitted, he would keep the parts of President Obama's Medical Insurance Program (otherwise known as Obamacare) that made sense.  After all, he said reasonably, the cost of medical care is really out of control.  This comment must have infuriated the Libertarian faction - and the 1% must be fuming.  Imagine paying for someone's troubles.

As well, Romney mentioned that it was not feasible to attack the debt issue in the next four years.  It would hurt the economy too much.  Duh!

So it is not policy that is the difference.  Rather it is the stench of racism, of xenophobia and misogyny, that emanates from the fringes of the party (one hopes at least) that is the problem.

The Big Tent Republican Party is a fantasy.  The reality of its arrogance and lack of empathy is astounding.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The Wizard of Washington

Opening Scene:

Mitt and Paul are on stage in a conference center in Tampa, basking in applause.  A ferocious wind starts blowing,

Mitt:  What's happening?

Paul:  I don't know.

The storm rages about the two politicians, lifting them into the air, sending them twirling and spinning through space and time for a good long while.  Finally, they land in a lush green field.

Mitt:  What is this place?  Where are we?

He notices a small dog running around and through his legs.

Mitt:  Get this darn dog away from me.  Tie it up, for JC's sake.

Dog:  Mitt, it's me Paul.  Yip, yip yip.

Mitt:  Oh my Paul,  What has happened to you?  You used to be taller and more photogenic.  Where are we, Paul?

Paul:  I don't know, but if there's minimal goverment interference, it could be a capitalist paradise!

A magnificent figure clad in white appears before them.  It is a stupendous sight, although a little creepy in that the figure has two heads.

Mitt:  We must have entered the Celestial Temple.  Or is that an elder of the LDS?  or is that Donny and Marie?

Figure:  We are the Good Witch of the Republican Party (Libertarian faction).  Also known as the Koch brothers, multi-billionaires and funders of various SuperPACS.

Paul: I prostate myself before my heroes!  Yip, yip, yip.

Mitt:  Oh good witch, how do we return to Tampa so I can be crowned President?

Good Witch:  You must follow the Yellow Brick Road.  It was paved with our money and the blood, sweat and tears of good God-fearing Americans.  We have left various multi-millions donations for you along the way - so don't get lost.  And remember the money belongs to the SuperPacs so it cannot be directly aligned with your campaign (nudge nudge wink wink)

Mitt (awkwardly trying to wink back):  Right.  Thanks.

Paul:  Yip, yip, yip.

The pair walk down the Yellow Brick Road for a bit, then Mitt sees a scarecrow in a nearby field.

Scarecrow:  Help!  Help! Get me down.

Mitt:  Is that you Sarah Palin?  What are you doing in there?

Sarah:  I'm scaring the crows...

Mitt:  How do you do that?

Sarah:  Usually, I just say the first thing that comes into my head.

Mitt:  That would work.  Here, let me help you down.

Paul:  I think you're going to regret this Mitt.  Yip, yip, yip.

Mitt:  I can't just leave her here.  It's not the Christian thing to do.

Sarah:  I wish I could figure out how to get myself down.  Oh if I only had a brain.

Paul: I could not have said that any better.

Mitt helps Sarah down out of the field and the three continue down the path.  A little while later, they encounter what appears to be a figure in rusted armour blocking the road.

Paul:  Don't tell ne it's another goverment program subsidising obsolete knights or something.  We need to cut, Mitt, cut, cut cut.  Yip, yip, yip.

Mitt:  Karl?  Karl Rove?  Is that you?

Karl:  Mmmmph!

Mitt:  I think his mouth is rusted over.  Do anyone have any oil?

Sarah:  Drill, drill, drill!

The good witch appears from west, points to an oil can beside the road, then disappears.

Paul:  Thank god for SuperPacs!  Yip, yip, yip.

Mitt grabs the oil can and begins to lubricate Karl's various stiff parts.

Sarah:  This is kind of risque.  I can't look.

She turns away but keeps leering back to watch.  Finally, Karl's lips are limber enough to talk.

Karl:  Thank the Republican Party.  I thought I was doomed when that rain storm caught me flat-footed.  (he looks sad and introspective for a moment).  Sometimes, I wish I had a heart.

Paul:  Karl, you got the Shrub elected.  Twice!  And you masterminded the SuperPAC concept.  What could you possibly need a heart for?

Karl:  Oh yeah right.

The four merrily continue on their way.  They see a figure hiding, crouched behind a bush.

Figure: ROAR!  I am the voice of the Republican Party!

Mitt:  Rush.  Rush Limbaugh, is that you?

A man in a lion suit emerges from behind the bush, brushing off leaves from his chest.  He takes a fighting stances and waves his fists in the air.

Rush:  Put em up.  Put em up.

Mitt:  What are you doing Rush!  We are your friends.

Rush:  Right.  But I need a controversy for rating's week.  Who is that woman there?  Is that the whore who wants free contraceptives?  Give me a piece of her.  Course, next thing you know, she'l be wanting the right to determine the fate of her own body!  HA! HA! HA!

Mitt:  You know, Rush, women have rights too, I think.  Isn't that right Karl?

Karl:  Well within limits. They do need to cook, clean and raise the children, remember.

 Sarah: Something is not quite right there, Karl,  Now where is that brain of mine?

Rush (looking sad and pensive):  Sometimes I wish I was really brave, had some true courage of conviction, instead of just being a big bully all the time!

Paul:  Who are you kidding now?  Yip, yip, yip.

The motley crew of five continue down the road.  A figure in black appears out the sky.  It is the Wicked Witch of the Liberal East.  It is Barack Obama, winner of the Nobel Peace Prize.

Barack:  Stop there.  Mitt, I want those shoes.

Mitt (looking down at his shoes):  My shoes?  I just had them polished.

Rush:  Put em up, Obama,

Paul:  Let's debate the budget details again, Barack.  It gets me all excited. Yip, yip, yip.

Karl:  Hah hah.  Our SuperPAC is bigger than yours.

Sarah.  Our drills are bigger than yours.

Barack.  See you clowns in November.

Karl (whispering):  Let's throw a bucket of negative advertising on this guy...

Obama goes up in flames.

All Together (chanting):  Burn! Burn! Burn!

Sarah:  Ooh!   This is somewhat disturbing.

Karl:  Ok, let' s go to next scene right now.

Further down the road, they encounter a town full of little people.

Mitt: Who or what are these?

Paul: I think they are the 99%.  Let's cut Medicaid on these Munchkins.

Karl:  C'mon quick. Let's go another way.

Mitt:  No. No.  I want to get to know them.   (he strides forward)  Little people, hello,  where are you from?  Lithuania, I'm sure.  Anyway, I am Mitt Romney and I approve this message,  Obama is burnt toast (no pun intended) and I promise to lower taxes for the rich and cut all goverment services except the military.  This will somehow create jobs, reduce the debt, and give you all access to great television programs, processed food and cheap goods made in China. (he bows to the cheering of the multitudes).

Eventually they reach the Emerald City of Washington.  As they fight through the lobbyist contigent, they enter the castle of the mighty wizard.

Mitt:  Great wizard of Washington, we need to get back to Tampa so I can be crowned President.  Can you help us?

Sarah:  What about my brain?

Karl:  And my heart?

Rush:  And my courage?

Mitt: Screw those things.  They're not important.  I need to get back to Tampa (stamps his feet).

The curtain is pulled back to reveal the wizard.  It looks a lot like Ronald Reagan ressurected.

Ronald:  Mitt, I have Air Force One warming up.  Hop on and I'll fly you back,

Mitt:  C'mon Paul let's get on the plane.

Paul:  No, we need to cut this governmnent waste..  No more Air Force One.  Sorry.

Mitt: What do you mean? No more Air Force One, are you kidding me?

Paul jumps our of Mitt's arms and runs away.  The plane starts moving up the runway,

Ron:  Hurry up, Mitt.

Mitt looks at the plane, then back at Paul forlornly.

Karl:  The shoes, Mitt, the shoes,  I understand what Obama wanted.  Click the heels three times and you can have everything you want.

Mitt:  Screw the shoe mysticism, Karl,  I'm taking the plane.

Mitt runs up the stairs into the plane.  The door closed and it takes off.

Paul:  No.  Oh Mitt no!

Sarah: I guess the bromance is over.

Karl:  Wait 'til he finds out the airport in Tampa is closed...


The End

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Two out of the 1%

The November 28, 2011 New Yorker presents two juxtaposing profiles of talented, ambitious, and very successful men.

Mark Thiel is an entrepreneur turned Silicon Valley venture capitalist and Wall Street Hedge Fund manager. He cofounded Paypal (which he sold and made heaps of money) , then started the Venture Capital firm which most famously funded a startup called Facebook . Thiel negotiated an 8% share in Facebook from that, which is worth a bit, though he complains that the actor who played his character in "The Social Network" made him look older. His hedge fund managed billions of dollars, his net worth soared into the nine figure range (at least until the 2008 crash); Thiel was the epitome of the American Dream, a self-made billionaire, a Libertarian who distrusts government and thinks taxes are counter productive.

JR is an "art star", an artist whose works will sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars. He is fr om France. born of immigrant parents in the suburbs now famous for the recent riots. JR's anti-establishment roots stem back to his graffiti-tagging adolescence, though it is now expressed through a combination of photography and audacity. He rose to fame in 2008, when he travelled to a hillside slum (favela) in Rio de Janeiro, and pasted giant photographs of its residents' "eyes" on the sides of the shacks. These eyes look down on the rest of the city, both rich and poor, proclaiming the existence of these people who had been ignored for so long. JR has since gone to similar guerrilla art projects in other desolate neighbourhoods of Sudan, Cambodia, and India. He is a recent winner of the TED award, a $100,000 prize designed to help the recipient achieve "one wish that can change the world".

Both Thiel and JR share a worldview that is suspicious of authority, of the "elites" that run the world (or at least plunder the vast majority of its resources); however, this worldview is expressed in opposite ways. Thiel's libertarian beliefs stems from a contrarian streak which leads him to oppose the common wisdom, or in at least one case, common sense. His hedge fund was especially devastated by the 2008 financial crash, as he refused to pull out the stock market as it crumbled. Thiel stubbornly refused to believe what everyone else couldn't help but see, and continued to invest. And then he finally changed course , too late, shorting his positions just as the tepid recovery took hold. Thiel's reputation as a "golden boy of finance" inevitably suffered as a result, yet his model of the world didn't change. If anything, his contrariness has multiplied. He funded the Thiel awards, a series of $100,000 grants to would-be entrepreneurs under 20 years of age - in his view, the educational institutions of the U.S. work to stifle technological creativity. He has poured investment money to increasingly utopian projects, such as research into robotics, nanotechnology, and lifespan extension. Of course, Thiel's version of utopia revolves around automation, luxury and living forever. A fantastic dream for the rich, but even he's not sure how it will relate to the 'common man'. In fact, he knows it will lead to fewer jobs, fewer opportunities - simply a more dire version of the present - except for the elite he supposedly despises...

JR's anti-authoritarian inclinations are more populist in nature. His art is a means to bring culture to the world, especially the developing parts of it, to give a voice to people who are too often ignored. And he doesn't seem to be doing for the money or the fame. He strictly avoids any hint of corporate sponsorship and directs the media to interview the subjects of his art, not himself. JR has donated the $100,000 TED award to a charity, and is selling pieces of his own art to fund his next project, "Inside Out", an ambitious venture where he asks people to send him their photographs. He will then return a poster ready for pasting. It is an project that does not revolve around JR's art or ego, that seeks to involve the entire world (or at least a part of the world that would be interested).

And so, we have these portraits of two persons who seek to "change the world". As JR mentions in his TED talk, business (and money) change the world all the time - but not always for the better.

I'll end with a provocative quote from the New Yorker article on Thiel: "The libertarian worship of individual freedom and contempt for social convention, comes easiest to people who have never really had to grow up."

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The Kingdom of Infinite Space by Raymond Tallis

It was the title that seduced me. "The Kingdom of Infinite Space" - subtitled "A portrait of your head". Yet it was not the exploration of the mind-brain duality that I'd presumed. No, the book is unfortunately more of a novelty act - a treatise on the head that attempts to ignore the brain as much as humanly possible. This leaves the reader dealing with a polemic of the various inputs and outputs of the heads. Sounds, sights, touches, tastes and smells vie for attention with mucus, saliva, ear wax, and tears. All that was missing was an ode to a pimple.

Mr. Tallis is also an earnest philosopher who shyly disguises his thoughts behind silly chapter titles like "A first truly philosophical digression" or the like. Combined with his penchant for incomprehensible (to me) Briticisms and unavoidable "heady" puns, it becomes hard to take his writing seriously. Apart from a semi-passionate (and thus semi-entertaining) rant left for the last chapter on the "location of thought", this book truly headed off in mostly wrong directions.