Culture of idiots

I forgot how the whole pursuit of job searching is a job by itself. Writing self-promoting paragraphs after paragraphs, assessing which companies would fit your values, trying to determine how much you are going to be paid at the same wary you might be asking for so much (or so little?), being overwhelmed with so much anxiety and defeat after weeks of no news whatsoever… ay dios mio. If you are in pursuit of an experienced, strategic, adaptable, and empathetic project manager / product manager / team leader / any managing role to work with your amazing team — hire me!

On a much happier, more accomplished note, I decided to take part in a gender studies conference in my university in October. I think I’d be writing and talking about gendered harassment on Twitter, which is a spin-off from my thesis where I noticed non-male identified activists received more sexist, condescending, and more often than not, violent remarks referring to their gender more than their ideas — what we also often call ad hominem attack. I am still unsure which feminist framework of which I should examine this phenomenon from, or if there is any, but I am always excited to start researching and writing once again.

As an extension of previous post, I have also been thinking about the distinction between our private and public space, especially in this digital age where impression management is flattened and it is almost impossible to hold different personas now that your very one self is showcased publicly throughout your social media platforms. Your friends know the same things about you as your boss does, being anonymous is almost revolutionary. It is also funny to think that the Greek origins of the word ‘idiot’ is someone who made their private life public:

But where my classics come in is I am amused by the fact our word idiot comes from the Greek word idiotes, which means a private person. It’s from the word idios, which means private as opposed to public. So the Athenians, or the Greeks in general who had such a highly developed sense of the radical distinction between what went on in public and what went on in private, thought that a person that brought his private life into public spaces, who confused public and private was an idiote, was an idiot. Of course, now everybody does this. We are in a culture of idiots in the Greek sense.

I also could not stop thinking about this scanned PDF of the handwritten log of computer use at Stanford’s AI lab in 1967. Should we stop fiddling if we don’t know enough?

A scanned handwritten log of computer use at Stanford’s AI lab in 1967, which wrote: MAG tape no work. Vacuum pump won't come on. I don't know enough to fiddle, so left it in that state.

What I am paying attention to today:


  • Reading: 63% into Louis de Bernieres’ Birds Without Wings, where I am currently in the chapters set during the Battle of Gallipoli where it gets interestingly good and graphic and also so very sad.
  • Viewing: “The gap between activism on the streets and online debate seems to become bigger in between the last years: Whilst the biggest street demonstrations were held by progressive activists, the debating culture online suffered from hatred through alt-rights and trolls.” Activism in the smartphone era.
  • Listening: Today is somewhat tough, so I have been listening to some slow jazz — of course it includes John Coltrane.
  • Food and Drink: Tried this matcha ice-cream, and this salted egg fish skin snack everyone’s been talking about. Love the matcha ice-cream, not a fan of the fish skin.

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