Extremely effective and incredibly shallow

Normally, I would not kick a dead horse, but I just wanted to say that this viral Konry 2012 campaign really bugs me, and not just because their video has more viewers on youtube than my videos have. It is possible to be opposed to the use of child soldiers, abductions, sexual exploitation, mutilations, and other atrocities and still be appalled by the shallowness and manipulativeness of this campaign.

The film in question contains factual errors.

The organization behind it is fishy and self-promoting.

The list of internationally-wanted evildoers shown in the film is outdated. Why didn’t they use an up-to-date list? Maybe because Kony’s name is no longer at the top?

You kids get off my lawn. The film devotes significantly more footage to the spokesman than to any Ugandans. Even his 5-year-old kid gets more face time. This makes me feel old, in a way, because it strikes me as the narcissism of the privileged young – we are many, we are energetic, we can accomplish great things, all we need to do is throw a big tantrum.

White man’s burden. I question whether privileged American/western kids with the level of understanding of the complicated situation in Uganda illustrated by this film have much to offer towards any solution.

The film presents no logical argument. The project seems to consist of unbased claims and simple demands, and offers no clear solutions.

I felt manipulated watching it, and it insulted my intelligence.

I find the strong and enthusiastic response scary. Mass movements based on this little understanding and knowledge have been abused in the past, and caused great harm.

As an experiment in social networking campaigns, it is of great interest, naturally. People close to me are very turned on by it. This aspect of it is encouraging, the ability of social media to motivate and organize people. I would like to see OWS do something like this. I am curious to what extent the upcoming presidential elections in the USA (and other elections elsewhere) will be affected by this sort of thing. I am also curious what will happen on 20 April, when the organization wants people to put up Kony 2012 posters everywhere. Will people have forgotten about this by then? If not, will it have any effect?

Meh.

Travel plans

Just booked flight/hotel for 3 days in Dublin in May with the (14 yo)  kid. Now I’m fraught with worry that I won’t be able to organize anything interesting for her.

Hang on, she’ll be 15 when we go.

What’s the drinking age in Ireland?

Anyone know any good piercing shops in Dublin?

Golden sunlight coins spent just for you

Winter drive into Vienna, filmed by Gamma. Text by me, read by Beta. Music: drums, bodhran, melodeon, theremin.

Color

This blog needs a picture or something.

Maybe I’ll make another movie.

Stasis Man

I miss my kids. I miss the one in Australia most, because she is so far away. I hope she is doing well.

I miss the other one less, because I see her every day, but I still miss her when she’s not around.

I love those guys.

I was at a party. A friend said, hey you got a haircut.

Yeah you like it, I said.

It looks good, she said. Half poet, half Nazi.

Okay, I said.

I love my friends too. Three people sent me links via various media to the badgermin when I asked for theremin design suggestions.

I was going on about a middle rail in the freeway lanes for electric cars to Gamma again today. It would eliminate the need for big batteries, I said, which is the only way electric cars will ever be affordable. She said I should tell someone, so I’m telling you.

I was thinking about Teh BUg. I liked that comic, but I don’t feel buglike anymore.

I dunno.

Maybe I should do a different comic strip. Stasis Man! A superhero who thinks he’s glued to the wall.

My cello teacher sorta scolded me about not knowing the circle of fifths yet, so I’m reading up on that.

Reading up. It’s like, half a page. Depending on the size of the picture of the circle of fifths.

Stasis Man!

New wardrobe

I was picking out clothes.

I had this medium-length tan coat, similar to what Steve McQueen wore in a movie. Bullit I think.

And this knit cap, like what Daniel Craig wears in a scene or two of that remake of that brutal Swedish movie about the reporter and the hacker, which I happen to like (the cap. And the movie, as it so happens, despite the brutality).

It was kind of a strange combination, and wouldn’t look good on me, I don’t think, but this was a dream.

I was going to see my dad. I was real happy about that in the dream.

I was still happy when I woke up; then I remembered that my father passed away years ago.

Suddenly, the dream was disturbing.

My wife says I was moaning and groaning in my sleep.

Remember the old days of blogging, when we wrote about our dreams all the time?