Now that James has taken us through a tour of some of the countercultures and subcultures that led to steampunk, lets go talk to someone who knows a whole heck of a lot about it!
Cory Doctorow is an activist, pioneering blogger and technological commentator (Boing Boing), science fiction writer (Little Brother, Makers, and many more) and self-confessed massive fan of steampunk. Brian travels to London to chat with Cory about his take on the subculture and what it means for the future of technology. Cory always has an opinion and his passion and conviction is startlingly intense. Hes been thinking and writing about these things for years. Brian travels to London to talk with him about the deeper cultural and technological meaning that lies below the subculture and what it can tell us about our changing relationship with technology.
Brian David Johnson (London, England)
You see theres a little feather on the second hand? Cory pointed to the slender second hand as it made its way round the ornate little clock. See the way the feather moves with each tick of the clock? Cory held out his right hand and shook it limply each second. See how it flutters with each second? He continued to shake his hand but now he made a sound thats going to be nearly impossible to describe but Ill give it a try. The sound that a bestselling author and internationally known technology activist was making was a little like a turkeys warbleif the turkey had lips and was underwater.
FROM THE VERY BEGINNING, Fort Worth has benefited from its location in the geographic heartland of the country where it could become a crossroads, first for cattle drivers and immigrants, then later for railroads, air lines, and the interstate highway system. In 1938 Forbes Magazine proclaimed something Fort Worthers had always known: viz, that their city was squarely situated in the economic center of “the No. 1 territory of the Nation.”1 If geography is destiny, Fort Worth’s destiny was set from the moment Ripley Arnold first planted the U.S. flag on the bluff overlooking the Trinity River. Thereafter, the city’s march to modern times can be traced by its evolution over the next 150 years from military outpost to county seat to trail town, rail hub, regional gateway, oil capital, and ultimately world-class city.
Like an old-time Hollywood character actor, Fort Worth has played a number of different roles over the years, as the circumstances dictated. Along the way, the city acquired more than two dozen different nicknames and titles. Among the most enduring have been “the city where the West begins,” “Cowtown,” “The Gateway to the West,” “Panther City,” “Queen City of the Plains,” and “Southwest Metroplex” (along with Dallas). Not surprisingly, most of those names emphasize the city’s innate friendliness and proud Western heritage.
Instances of joy in psychoanalysis: Some reflections
Joseph Canarelli, L.I.C.S.W.
Reading Ken Corbett’s remarkable essay, “More Life” (2006), I was struck by his title, which comes to Corbett from a phrase in Tony Kushner’s play, Angels in America (1955). Over the following days, I found the phrase evoking impressions of Corbett’s essay, thoughts about joy, recent events in my life, memories of the play—a dizzying mix of sources and stories. Through it all, I found myself returning to the words “more life” as if they were demanding something of me. I was feeling my way toward what the phrase might mean, more than grasping it in some easily knowable way.
This talk is being written in the hope of turning some light on one facet of “more life”: the experience of joy in and, we hope, as a result of, psychoanalysis and psychotherapy (terms which, for the purpose of this paper, I shall use interchangeably). I’ll share some thoughts on joy and, in the heart of these reflections, will tell you something about a period of time during which I worked while holding to myself a precious yet troubling secret: the joy of finding myself newly in love. While relational psychoanalytic literature continues to free analysts to write frankly about our lives and work—and the interplay between them—much of this writing is concerned with grim life experiences (for exemplary instances, see Gerson ). Sharing my thoughts with you, I hope to provoke our thinking together about the relationship between the therapist’s private joys and the therapeutic dyad.
for rewriting the hostname in the address of outbound mail. The
reasons for masquerading fall into two general categories:
networks are designed to route
all inbound mail through a central mail hub. When a host sends out
mail using its own hostname in the sender address, replies to that
mail may well come back to the host. Replacing the sending
system's hostname with the mail
hub's hostname in the sender address guarantees that
replies come back to the hub. Masquerading is not the only way to do
this. An MX record can also route mail to the hub. However,
maintenance of the DNS zone file is under the control of the domain
administrator. The sendmail administrator maintains masquerading, and
most sendmail administrators prefer to be in charge of their own
fate. Also, hostnames change over time. Masquerading can provide more
consistent email addresses and can simplify maintenance.
Some organizations simply have a policy of hiding hostnames.
Management may think that "busy"
hostnames project an image of disorganization. Marketing may think
that "frivolous" hostnames project
the wrong image to customers. Naive security people may even believe
that hiding hostnames increases security. For whatever reason,
management requires masquerading, which, in turn, creates the need
for systems configured to receive replies to the masqueraded mail.
Within a week of the warehouse session, Alex had three encounters that let him know things would never be the same at Beckley Medical. The first was with Matt Joachim, who called very early in the morning while Alex planned and pondered at his desk.
Could I catch you before the staff meeting, Alex? I see you are scheduled pretty tight today, and Ive got something I think you will want to hear.
Sure, come on over.
Im here already, Matt said, literally finishing his sentence as he walked into Alexs office and plopped down on the couch.
Whats the good word? Alex prompted.
The word is community,
Matt replied with a quickness that surprised Alex.
Okay, go on, Matt. Whats the story behind the word?
Matt framed an imaginary picture with his hands, like a movie director. Ive been seeing something odd in the lunchroom. I eat there every day, and I noticed there was, well, something different after the warehouse session. It took me a few days, but then I suddenly got it.
Got what? Alex asked.
The cliques are breaking down. For years, Ive noticed how employees eat together and stick together in their cliques, their clans, and their clubs. But something else is happening now. Our employees are mixing across the clans and the clubs, and the noise level in the lunchroom is higher than ever. So like any good HR type, I decided to investigate. Every day at lunch, I moved my tray around and listened in on the conversations.