Just in time, before the memory fades, the amnesiac recapitulates the meager harvest in the spray, obscures the entrance a little, the door opened from the first day.
15 Saturday Aug 2020
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Just in time, before the memory fades, the amnesiac recapitulates the meager harvest in the spray, obscures the entrance a little, the door opened from the first day.
10 Monday Aug 2020
Posted Aviation, Truth, Uncategorized
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Humanity lends itself in the Plato cave, continuing to enjoy, out of centuries-old habit, simple images of the truth but being educated by photographs is not like having been educated by older and more handcrafted images: today there are much more numerous images that require our attention; inventory began in 1839 and since then almost everything has been photographed, or at least so it seems; this insatiability of the photographic eye changes the conditions of captivity in that cave that is our world; teaching us a new visual code, photographs alter and expand our notions of what is worth watching and what we have the right to observe; the greatest consequence of photography is that it gives us the feeling that we can have the whole world in our head, like anthology of images…
09 Sunday Aug 2020
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Bernard Stiegler leaves us, at just sixty-eight years old.
Those who met him will remember his deep humanity, combined with surprising and lively intelligence. Stiegler has been able to pass through life without ever forgetting the fundamental question: what really makes life worth living? He also gave his book this question by title, turning it into an affirmation.
He wasn’t afraid to affirm. He had nothing of that false modesty typical of post-modernity. He believed in the critical exercise of thought and, I dare say, in the search for truth. For almost forty years he had been trying to think, radically and without stupid neoluddist tics, how to handle the technological ′′ drug ambivalence, toxic and salvific, of the technique and, in particular, of the web and the internet (which he carefully distinguished). He believed in the possibility of using technologies capable of going beyond entropy, beyond the value destruction of the data economy, towards a shared form of knowledge, capable of giving life on earth a meaning.
Stiegler, through the ambitious program of an organology, fought functional stupidity and depression to which a world destined us, that of the web economy, which drags each of us, each isolated into an anonymous network, towards the mediocrity of an average man, that faceless subject coming out of algorithms; a subject incompetent of exception and therefore of innovation. There is no change, transformation, evolution, new meanings except from exceptions, singularities, from what makes every rule, every prediction, every calculation.
Stiegler believed in the power of impossible and unexpected in a world where everything must be predictable and possible. He knew how to listen. He believed in attention as a form of thought. He was a curious, sensitive man; I’d say sweet.
Big data, surely, are already processing his death. We still have the legacy of a thought and the memory of a person full of life.
08 Saturday Aug 2020
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“When the sandy Sinai meets snow-capped Gévaudan. In Equinox. Inevitable tension.”
08 Saturday Aug 2020
Posted Exhibitions I saw, Uncategorized
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06 Thursday Aug 2020
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כִּי-קָרוֹב אֵלֶיךָ הַדָּבָר מְאֹד
בְּפִיךָ וּבִלְבָבְךָ לַעֲשֹׂתו
04 Tuesday Aug 2020
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03 Monday Aug 2020
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