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Name: Kris Location: Honolulu, Hawaii, United States Birthday: 7/24/1982 Gender: Male
Interests: Philosophy, Politics, Psychology,Law (International and Constitutional), Art Theory, Theatre, Film, Dance, Literature, Writing Expertise: Political Communications & Campaign Management, Speechwriting Occupation: Speechwriter Industry: Media/Public Relations
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past few weeks have been trying for me, both literally and
figuratively. I've come to loathe the idea of going to court, so much
so that I've reconsidered my law school plans. Luckily, my cynicism was
assuaged by the even-handedness of the judicial process, which handed
me a clear legal victory on Tuesday.
As you may have guess
from the title, my case was summarily dismissed. Surprisingly, Sibyl,
once again my accuser, didn't even bother to show up in court, despite
having been issued a subpoena. While I'd like to believe that she had a
change of heart about her attempts to persecute - I mean prosecute -
me, I doubt that's the case. Instead, it's likely that she simply
stayed out too late the night before (or stayed up gaming) and slept
through her alarm.
The reason is superfluous, however, since
the case is no more. Vamoosed. Kaput. It has ceased to be. Bereft of
life. Gone to meet its maker. A stiff. It rests in peace. To borrow a
phrase from the Flying Circus, this is an ex-case.
Nonetheless,
I took the liberty of examining the contents of the discovery, and was
quite surprised at the blatant falsehoods explicated in Sibyl's police
report. While she's correct to assert the someone must have typed in
her email address in order for the Facebook invitation (around which
the case revolved) to have been received, she's quite wrong to assert
that it must have been me. In fact, anyone could have assumed my
identity on Facebook, which no longer discriminates based on academic
status. To impersonate me, you'd only need a valid email address. In
fact, Sibyl seems to contradict herself when she herself claims to have
been impersonated on Myspace (by me, of course), which would indicate
that anyone could use a either of the two social networking sites to
assume the identity of another individual and disseminate various
messages. It doesn't take much insight to realize that, if one person
could engage in such activities, anyone could. The question then
becomes a matter of proof, and, unfortunately, social networking
messages are almost impossible to trace.
This leaves aside the
idea that Sibyl herself created a false account with my name, or hacked
into my site in order to send herself a transgressive message. Given
that she's clearly engaged in such activities in the past (or, at the
very least, been privy to such activities) it's not an idea that can be
summarily dismissed, no pun intended. Needless to say, my attorney and
I had lined up testimony from two computer experts to counter Sibyl's
assertions, and had compiled a wealth of documentation to demonstrate
that Sibyl has previously hacked into several of my internet accounts
in order to defame my character. For goodness sake, we even had a
letter from Vanessa Manuel contending that Sibyl used the internet to
contact her, with the specific purpose of perpetuating a smear campaign
against me. Please tell me, when is she going to learn?
Another
egregious statement contained in Sibyl's affidavit alleges that I was
"disciplined" by UH-Manoa for the aforementioned impersonation attempt
(which, I may remind you, was not my own doing and may have been
Sibyl's concoction). In fact, no such discipline every transpired. I
can't blame Sibyl for the error, however, since she didn't receive
notification regarding the termination of the enquiry, much less how it
was resolved. Still, she should have been aware that such matters are
concluded in private, and the results are kept confidential. In this
particular case the results were favorable; the letter I received
following the university's investigation into Sibyl's allegations
states: "After reviewing the matter, [the university] has determined
that there is no need for disciplinary consequences and no further
action will be taken in this case." Done deal.
Since Sibyl is
moving to the mainland for school soon, the whole affair seems like a
last ditch effort to attack me. In fact, it wreaks of desperation. As
usual, though, Sibyl's inflammatory acts have backfired. First, they
garnered me airtime and, for better or worse, the attention that landed
me on the Kaneohe Neighborhood Board. Now this.
But don't my
tone fool you. Like before, the celebratory mood of dismissal is
dampened by sadness. I'm sad that she's leaving; Hawai'i will miss her.
I'm sad that she's moving on, climbing new mountains without me. I'm
even a little sad that I won - it's not what she wanted, after all, and
I hate letting her down. Mostly, however, I'm sad that we've been
wading through this quagmire for over two years, and we haven't been
able to reconcile. I still think the world of her, you know; I still
think she's better than me. I miss her every day, and I wish her well
as she moves forward. I've been successful at cutting the dead
weight off my checkered past. Behaviors, mannerisms and insecurities
that plagued me before have ceased to be. In part, that's why I'm
frustrated by many of the recent allegations. Why would I indulge a
temptation I don't have? Use Sibyl's name to underhandedly manipulate a
graduate student that I plan to take classes from? That's not just
illicit, that's just not me.
And
the self-assured me would never allow his insecurities to triumph over
his sensibilities. Or his sound reasoning. Or his moral compass,
despite my aversion to normative claims. Or his attempts to extend
sincere affection. He would never sabotage his cherished relationships
or his own future. What's perplexing is that, of all people, she should
know all this, since she knows me better than anyone else.
So can we please stop fighting now? I'll be here... | | |
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From
within you, it consumes.
Sibyl once told me, "I don't think there's anything that could interrupt
our friendship." Nice thought; apparently, not entirely accurate. My point
in mentioning her statement, however, isn't to demonstrate some nostalgic yearning
for the relational cartography of the past. Instead, I'm pointing toward the
sinister and dehumanizing ramifications of pursuing power over someone else,
even in everyday life.
Power is seductive. Power itself is neither good nor bad, and can be wielded to
promote beneficent or destructive ends - sometimes conterminously. One the most
salient characteristics of power is its ability to reproduce itself. While
these so-called "truths" are self-evident on a macropolitical scale,
their regulatory existence in more quotidian events is abrogated through a
particularly virulent from of selective amnesia that, much to our own chagrin,
is predicated upon the perpetual consent of anyone, or rather everyone,
affected.
While remaining invisible to the naked analytical eye, the micropolitics of
power (for what is "politics" but the enactment of power) are
embedded in nearly all aspects of everyday life, from crossing the street to
eating antipasto. Accordingly, people perceptive enough to recognize the
potential for influence imbricated within aspects of social intercourse that
are typically taken for granted can exert effortless control over others, if
they’re conniving. Or imprudent. Or both.
What
happens when you add hubris to mix? Chaos ensues. Power is predicated upon the
principles of binary opposition; its execution presupposes an expansion of the
space centered within the walls of the dichotomy around which power dynamics
are constructed. When supercilious people purport to wield power over others,
however, the aforementioned expansion accelerates at an artificial rate. As
with any uncontained experiment, this acceleration soon extends beyond the
control of the catalyzing agent, eventually collapsing in on itself or
exploding in an emotional supernova, burning everyone within striking distance.
Unfortunately, containment is antithetical to the pursuit
of self-interest, at least in the minds of the overconfident. Containment
entails acquiescence to normative moral frameworks or to reason, neither of
which are implicated within modern conceptualizations of power and its
employment. Put differently, containment doesn’t necessarily demand the
application of one form of power over another, but instead requires
negotiation, or at the very least an agonistic respect for difference, as
William Connolly contends. Containment involves a willingness to hold back,
especially when challenged, in order to foster fidelity to the common good, and
an incredulous attitude toward impetuous deduction, which only exacerbates the
preexisting hostilities which are often its cause.
In case you hadn’t figured it out yet, I’m running again.
It’s difficult to prove conclusively that Sibyl has been
deliberately defaming my character over the course of the last two years. While
certain manifestations of her anger, misguided though it may be, are recorded
on public record and, when considered cumulatively, insinuate her culpability
in all manner of illicit actions, it’s also possible, albeit remotely, that
she’s lifted only a few fingers in the direction of disparagement. She’s smart,
she’s savvy and she rarely leaves an incriminating trail of breadcrumbs. That
doesn’t mean, however, that she’s innocent. It only means that she’s careful,
exceedingly careful, and, to put it bluntly, a master of manipulation. For
Sibyl, exploitation is an art, and one that she’s practiced for many years now.
Am I upset by her actions? Of course. But I’m also impressed.
We loved each other then; I care for her now. I respect
those who are currently caught up in, and perpetuating, the current charade
that prompted this composition. I’m tired of games, though. I’m too successful
for picayune pettifogs these days; I’m too composed for sleight of hand. Illusions
don’t interest me, and neither do misapprehensions. When I’m threatened, I
cogitate, and then respond. When I’m harassed, I contemplate the most
diplomatic measure of diffusing the tension. When I’m blasphemed against, I
explicate the logical fallacies upon which any generalized calumny is based.
Why not vituperate? Why not engage in battle with an opponent? Why not descend
into a paroxysm of rage and argue ferociously against the allegations that are
persistently leveled against me? Because I believe in people’s inherent
decency. I have faith in people’s ability for forgive. I find hope in people’s
magnanimity. I take shelter in people’s rationality and the compassion it
engenders.
Abrogating the vehicles of suppressed operated by others
allows me to avail myself of my own integrity, which is fundamental to the
continued functioning of my character. I separate myself the ethical malaise
that’s suffocating our society. In other words, I fight back with an aggressive
and unrelenting diplomacy that, in the end, prevails over the hollow
desperation of performative delinquency. It’s not about winning, it’s not about
victimization, it’s not about consecrating my apprehending rage in a single
glower.
It’s about power.
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| Despite
the composition of hundreds, if not thousands, of articles and books
about the Matrix franchise, popular commentators have written little
about the political structure encompassed within the trilogy's imagined
world. Critics have lamented the long battle scenes, the platitudinous
catchphrases and the insipid acting displayed in the trilogy's second
and third installments. The Matrix's political implications, however,
provide a wealth of material from which to draw from in discussions of
power dynamics. For the purposes of this journal, I will be
expropriating the themes contained within the Matrix as an example of
certain problems associated with legitimizing power from a utilitarian
perspective, particularly the problem of postulating a universal
utility. The
Matrix narrative is well known. The trilogy describes a dystopian
future in which the everyday world is actually a simulation constructed
by sentient machines in order to pacify, subdue and make use of the
human population as an energy source. Neo, a computer programmer, is
awakened from his cybernetic slumber in order to help a group of rebels
overcome the tyranny of the hyperreality imposed upon humans by the
machines. Along the way, Neo discovers that the central problem faced
by machines in creating and maintaining control is the human
inclination toward free will, or choice. Thus, a dichotomy is proposed
that continues through all three films – namely, the creation of world
based upon individual choice (and reason) versus the creation of a
world based on control (presumably of irrationality, or "passion"). The
concept of choice is an essential component of utilitarian
justifications of power. Put simply, utilitarianism is concerned with
maximizing the sum total of a given utility within society, whatever
that utility may be (security, happiness, etc.). Thus, utilitarianism
requires an individual to perform, or rather choose to perform, the
action that will create more of a utility in society than would any
other action available at the time. This immediately gives rise to two
problems: first, the problem of finding a way to quantify or compare a
given utility, known as the problem of "interpersonal comparisons of
utility"; and second, how to decide upon which utility is most
appropriate for a society to strive toward and how that utility is to
be defined. Neither problem is easily dismissed. In order to compare
units of a utility, one must not only be able to state who has more (or
less) of the utility, but how much more (or how much less).
Furthermore, utilities such as happiness or security are abstract and
difficult to quantify, largely because they are difficult to define.
What constitutes a feeling of happiness or security for me is probably
different, both in substance and degree, from what constitutes security
and happiness for someone else. Even if we successfully generalize and
define a utility for all society, that definition will certainly not be
all-encompassing. Thus, those whose definitions differ from the
generalized norm will likely be suppressed or forced to assimilate. In
regards to justice, this would seem to precipitate a particularly
virulent form of Aristotelian barbarism, whereby those who disagree
with the generalized definition, in either substance or degree, are
rendered speechless because the manner in which they describe the
utility differs from the definition that has been proscribed for
society. Subsequently, dissenting views would be considered
"unintelligible" and external to realm of justice. Even
if we resolve the problems of quantification and definition, we are
left with the question of how much authority a system of government
should have when administering policies designed to maximize the amount
of a given utility within a society. In his seminal work On Liberty,
John Stuart Mills proposes an answer, known as the liberty principle,
which states, "The only purpose for which power can be rightfully
exercised over any member of a civilized community, against his will,
is to prevent harm to others. His own good, either physical or moral,
is not a sufficient warrant." For Mills, the advancement of liberty
contributes more to happiness within society than any other competing
policy might. In On Liberty, Mills cities three
reasons justifying his belief: 1) Individuals are more likely to be
right about what makes them happy than anyone else because they pay
more attention to their own happiness than anyone else; 2) Freedom of
choice is essential for the full development of human nature; and 3)
human progress is advanced through experimentation, by which the
ramifications of individual choices form models of behavior for the
rest of society to follow. This view assumes that humans are capable of
learning from experience, and that this learning will facilitate social
progress. According to some theorists, history suggests the opposite –
that humans are reluctant to learn from the mistakes of others, either
through laziness or egocentrism, and are therefore destined to repeat
the same mistakes perpetually. Each
of the aforementioned utilitarian dilemmas is presupposed by the
problems faced within the Matrix, most notably the problem of choice.
At the end of Matrix Reloaded, Neo meets with the
Architect, the designer of the matrix itself. The architect informs Neo
that the matrix has been recreated six times due to failure, and that
Neo is the product of the systemic anomaly which has led to the
downfall of he matrix each time is has been resurrected – namely, the
problem of choice. From a utilitarian perspective, it can be said that
the Architect, or the machines more generally, attempted to impose a
universal utility upon the human population which was acceptable to
most people, even "if the choice is made at a near unconscious level."
The utility embedded within the matrix is that of happiness, which is
similar to the utility proposed by most utilitarian philosophers.
However, the form of happiness distributed by the machines is
dissimilar from that of most utilitarians in that it relies on a
resolute lack of awareness. Thus, the matrix utility is not so much
happiness, as blissful ignorance. Unfortunately for the machines,
humans do not all ascribe to the same definition of "bliss." That being
the case, the machines could not produce an equation (and it is fairly
evident from Neo's conversation with the Architect that the machines
think strictly in terms of equations, which is later reaffirmed by the
Oracle in Matrix Revolutions) that would satisfy the
need for an equitable distribution of happiness (if my version of
happiness is different than yours, it follows that the difference in
degree between one level of happiness and the next will be different
for me than for you). As a result of the machines' inability to account
for discrepancies in definition of the utility of happiness, they could
not universally quantify the proscribed utility, which led to the
formation of the anomaly of which Neo is the by-product. Admittedly,
the Architect attempted to account for the anomaly (choice) by
recreating the matrix according to human history. However, this gives
rise to a paradox: the creation of a world that simulates individual
volition as a means of controlling a population. Underlying the
simulation paradox is the question of how to balance administration of
a utility with an individual's freedom to make choices about his or her
own experiences – i.e., control versus liberty. It is important to note
that any simulation of choice contained within the matrix that is based
upon human history (and an adaptation, or interpretation, of history at
that) would necessarily be incomplete. One of the functions of
historical interpretation, according to Mills, is that it allows us to
learn from our collective mistakes. Therefore, concurrent with the
events of history is an analytical reasoning of future consequences
that cannot be simulated, since reason itself is not a teleogical event
(the event being considered has not actually occurred). Thus, a
simulation of volition limits the number of alternatives an individual
may choose from to those that can be extrapolated teleogically,
eliminating those based upon the ratiocination that provides a context
for an individual's choice. This "event horizon", at which point the
simulation of reason stops because such reason has yet to be given
expression, works to undermine the system the same way that Mills
believes an excess of state authority would undermine a democracy – by
curtailing human progression based upon reflection. In essence, the
matrix forces its inhabitants to comply with a simulated
meta-narrative, severely inhibiting an individual's ability to make
choices that would place them outside the meta-narrative. People that
do choose to live outside the meta-narrative, i.e. the inhabitants of
Zion, are persecuted for their choice much the way people espousing the
narrative of the "other" within modern society are persecuted for
promoting dissensus. Just as the oppression of liberty causes Mills'
conception of the state to crumble by preventing the progressive
expansion of happiness, simulation of volition inherently prohibits
individual liberty within the matrix, creating an escalating number of
dissenting, or secondary narratives which, if left unchecked, will
eventually challenge the prevailing meta-narrative for supremacy and
overturn the system.
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| Postmodernists don’t smile. Instead, they
furrow their brows, while digging deeper into their brains than any
neurosurgeon would dare to venture. This furrowing, if done correctly, forges a
smirk that’s deceptively similar to a smile, but is actually a deconstructed
abstraction of the universal sign of happiness. A post-smile, if you will.
The reason for the post-smile is
simple: postmodernists, like all other postists, are never satisfied. For them,
the world is characterized by irresolvable contradictions and complexities. Discarding
the organizing principles that governed prior intellectual discourse, postists
maintain that the meaning of an experience (whether it’s the experience of
viewing a painting, being an American or reading this article) can only be
understood in relation to previous experiences, both individual and communal.
Universal absolutes are derided as superficial, and ideas are defined by what
they aren’t as much as by what they are (via a process known as binary
opposition). If you’re feeling a little dizzy at this point, you’re probably on
the right track.
When the underlying assumptions of
postmodernism wrap their tentacles around a theory, they tear it to pieces, leaving
behind a muddled jumble of hypotheses and conjectures. Essentially a reaction
to modernist thought, which emphasized the ubiquity of form and function, postmodernism
seeks to expose the multiple meanings buried within a text by deconstructing
the way a text’s features sabotage its message. Since virtually everything is a
text, according to postmodern theory, everything gets shredded with equal
determination. The resulting chaos is less postmodern than postmortem; it would
be hardly recognizable to the illustrious thinkers whose work it engulfed. No
wonder postisms are often expressed as the death of their subjects.
Following postmodernism’s success in
academic circles, deconstructive analytical techniques spread like wildfire to
other theoretical disciplines, begetting, amongst others, post-structuralism
(culture is dead), post-positivism (knowledge is dead), and post-historicism
(history is dead). These days, it seems like every theory is accompanied by a
competing postism; I keep track of them all on post-it notes, though I don’t
use the fluorescent ones, since they seem like a post-post-it-notism critique
of the color yellow. While many of these philosophies posit legitimate
criticisms of prevailing beliefs, I draw the line at post-postmodernism (I wish
I were dead), which is simply a reaction to a reaction. That much reacting
usually causes an explosion, sometimes right next to my frontal lobe.
At some point, you have to realize
that enough is enough. At some point, you begin to notice that the
proliferation of postisms is representative of an academic culture that’s
become so critical, so negative as to be anti-intellectual. For me, this
revelation occurred while I was standing in a kitschy art gallery, staring at
what appeared to be a massive blank canvas, discounting the lone stripe that
trickled imperceptibly down the painting’s - and I use that term loosely – left
side. Interrupting my daze, the gallery’s curator asked what I thought of the
work.
“It’s not very creative,” I replied.
“The simplicity is deceptive,” she informed
me. “It looks like an empty canvas, but the stripe betrays the emptiness.
Without it, you wouldn’t see the void, just the canvas.”
“What’s its title,” I asked, afraid of
the answer.
“White on white,” the curator replied.
“Isn’t that just genius?” No, it’s not. It’s vapid. And for the
artist’s information, it wasn’t white on white; it was eggshell on chill. At
least get the colors right.
Before you mock me as a
post-post-postmodernist (I think, therefore I’m dead), let me clarify a few things.
I think constructive intellectual criticism is an essential component of
academic debate. Furthermore, I believe that evaluating the utility of the
signifiers that comprise our discursive heritage empowers us to better
understand the social constructs we commonly call reality. I don’t, however,
believe that the postism rate should increase as often as the postage rate,
which, by the way, is far more deserving of our collective scorn than any
esoteric theory could ever hope to be.
Al Gore once said that postmodernism
can be defined as a combination of narcissism and nihilism. If that’s the case,
then keeping ourselves from going anymore postal than we already have is likely
to trigger is serious case of post-postism depression (it’s like postpartum, only
without the huge hospital bill). Hopefully, our thinking won’t remain faineant
long enough for our universities to become dystopian doldrums. If anything
changes, I’ll be sure to keep you posted.
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| When you're standing on a street corner at five o'clock
in the morning, waving wildly at every car that passes by, it's hard
not to feel like a prostitute. But I'm not a prostitute, I'm a
politician. I know how difficult it can be to distinguish between the
two; even I start thinking the difference is semantic after hours of
soliciting donations. Begging for cash and sign waving, though, are
essential campaign strategies, helping a political neophyte go from
being a cheap, prepackaged product left sitting on the shelves to brand
name merchandise that belongs in every household. Unfortunately, these
strategies don't always work. Last
year, I campaigned for a seat on the Hawaii State Board of Education.
Armed only with an audacious idealism and a six-point plan for
improving public education, I cast myself to the wolves, confident that
I could conquer any challenges that a callow first time candidate might
face. Don't get me wrong; I certainly understood the rigors of running
for office. I was, however, naïve enough to assume that the candidate
with the stronger vision, louder message and more colorful signs would
come out on top. Doesn't the better man always win? Not
in local politics. Admittedly, anointing myself the "better man" isn't
politically correct (in any sense of the term), but if the title goes
to the hardest working candidate, I'm certainly a contender. While I
was logging miles knocking on doors, my opponent, John Penebacker – a
former UH basketball star – was at home, knocking on wood. While I was
hosting press conferences and giving speeches, Penebacker was artfully
dodging the public eye. Fulfilling a promise to make education issues
more visible, I became one of the first board of education candidates
in the history of Hawaii politics to run ads on the evening news. Maybe my opponent caught one while he was channel surfing. Eventually,
the mystery of Mr. Penebacker's whereabouts became a punch line at
public forums. After preaching the merits of my proposed education
revolution, the inquiry I most often fielded was not about my plan to
increase teacher salaries or institute accountability, but what it was
like competing against the invisible man. "Insouciance is the first
rule of politics," I'd reply. "If he has nothing to say, he'll fit in
with the rest of our government." More
infuriating than my opponent's speak-no-evil campaign style was the
risible victory it produced. The 138,788 votes Penebacker received
dwarfed my own total of 45,482. Shredding the axiom that political
victories are bought and paid for, I outspent Penebacker by over
$4,000, primarily on primetime media buys. When radio and television
producers offered Penebacker the same opportunities to purchase air
time, he impolitely declined, saying, "Why would I want to do that?" Pejorative
as his question may seem, it succinctly expresses an important
electoral truism - money isn't everything. Name recognition, which
Penebacker attained as a member of UH's "Fab Five", can easily
compensate for a candidate's financial disadvantage. During
a press gaggle I held after the primary, a reporter wryly remarked that
my opponent was so well-known that he could have won the Kentucky Derby
without raising so much as his hoof, let alone a war chest. Penebacker
isn't the only candidate that rode his name into office last year. Mike
Gabbard, the archetype of arch-conservatism in the islands, was elected
to the State Senate over Democrat George Yamamoto, a longtime member of
the Kapolei Neighborhood Board and former police captain, despite
spending $12,000 less than Yamamoto. Residual name recognition, accrued
during Gabbard's 2004 congressional bid and days as a Hawaii's premiere gay basher (his Alliance
for Traditional Marriage and Values has successfully lobbied against
gay marriage for over a decade), earned Gabbard 55 percent of the vote. Campaigns
are the conscience of politics. They're an opportunity to connect with
people at the grassroots level, eradicating the kind of apathy that
elects slogans over substance. Accordingly, candidates must uphold
their responsibility to educate the public on important issues. If my
opponent had ever shown up at an event, I would have been too shocked
to stammer out anything intelligible, aside from a contemptuous "What
are you doing here?" He could have asked me the same thing, though in
my case, it would have been more of an existential question. At least I would have had an answer.
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