Monday, May 18, 2009

MoDo has no place to go

The brits are on to her.

What's next? I don't know. Everyone has known for a while that the ever collapsing press steals and excludes from people who are not in enough. But JMM is. This isn't  a case of a journalist plagarizing a nobody this is a big name plagarizing a smaller name. 

Maybe as atrios says, "it is time to convene a blogger ethics panel." How dare JMM pre-write MoDo's exact words.


The scolds are at it again

Double X has a brand: scold. This isn't really going to make a big impression on younger people, but they are going after the older set. The set that is past the time, for most, when they can play the game of fresh young thing. When the "political" side of feminism has become more attractive than the personal side. Partially because the personal side is settled, or is not going to be. It's easy to load this kind of post with catty comments about women who are older. But it's a bad move, in that, well we are going to get there sooner or later. However, it is really appalling that the older set does not look in the rear view mirror a bit, and remember that they too, were once young and coming up. And going down.

The problem with this is that it is a turn off for younger women for the same reason it is a turn off for old men: it's a horrible life to spend all of your life trapped with an economic hypochondriac. If watching little numbers pile up on a screen is life, then, well, guys have World of Warcraft (or whatever the game of the  moment is, forgive me for not keeping up) to do that with. 

The other big problem with scold is that it has to reduce the value of personal liberation. I am not a fan, as readers of this blog know, a fan of the cosmo sex tips and fat lips school of personal self-fulfillment. But that's because their tips are so often bad ones.

Take me to task for scolding men not to run around with cocks hanging out of their shorts and demanding instant sex from every woman they meet. Is that being a scold? Yes it is. But then, that's the nature of scolding: it is to get other people to be ashamed of doing, or not doing, something, and guilt is one of the emotional currencies that runs the world. However, my scolding is of men who are not cognizant and not getting anywhere. Their scolding is that of trying to get competitors to cave. It's maliciously self-serving scolding. They want young women to organize, in order to subsidize their health care, while not doing a thing for our own. Tax breaks help those, who are being helped themselves. Comprehensive universal care? Farthest thing from their minds.

The same is true of professional scolding: we should be supporting the organizations they are in charge of. Nothing is more frustrating than finding out how much of a clique and cluck driven world that is. Again, it seems that self-serving is the unifying thread of what they are offering. We work now to help them, they work to help themselves, and we get... ummm wait, they will think of it. You can go on about politics all you want, but all the feminist organizations in the country could not keep a tiny sliver for contraception in the stimulus bill. Clearly they had better things to do. Only it wasn't drinking. Maybe pills. You know, prescription drug abuse is rampant among older women.

All of this makes me want to stop, because every word brings me closer to becoming what the people I am complaining about already are. I feel for them, in the same way I feel for my ma, her life emptying out after a divorce. Children gone, husband on to his trophy marriage, and a larger than she needs house in a downturn. And that is what I keep seeing in Double X, an emptying sense that personal power is gone, that the open vistas are closing, and that grinding out the years is all that lies ahead. 

That and the obvious, it is very much a man's world, in that their sense of accounting is what determines who can have children and who can't, how they are to be raised, and who is to pay for it. More and more it is us. Fewer and fewer men with great career paths, more and more burdens on us. 

That's what I wish I would see from Double X more, less generational warfare, and more of an understanding that that every time they command stentorian prose in favor of failed institutions, they end up sounding like stenographers. 

Please everyone over there, stop hating lifestyle feminism, because it is a product of those of us who are still searching for ours, even as you have found yours. And it isn't our job to spend our young lives fixing up the problems in your older ones.

Retsnodle Pawpad: Age Player


This one ups the level of sheer brazen stupidity. Not only a clearly inappropriate avatar, but telling people who call him on it that they are "full of it" and to "go fuck yourself."

One reason that LL is going to go through with adult content restrictions is that adult content areas breed problems. Maybe those problems are small in terms of number of avatars, and this is my experience, but they are very larger per trouble maker.

I've seen age players get let off again and again, which makes me believe they are law enforcement or have some kind of corrupt in, or LL just doesn't care about stopping them. I offer no explanation as to which is true, I have no idea. I do know that there has been an explosion of them in the last few weeks, and that brings to mind a correlation with the proposed new policies.

What all of this means, I leave to others, but I do know that these people are a hazard, because they break the law and attempt to entangle others in breaking the law. My own belief is that retsnodle is trying to get people into trouble, in a kind of low grade Something Awful goon sort of way.


Right wing myth: Nationalized Medicine causes deaths

Reality:
A definitive review and close reading of medical peer-review journals, and government health statistics shows that American medicine frequently causes more harm than good. The number of people having in-hospital, adverse drug reactions (ADR) to prescribed medicine is 2.2 million.1 Dr. Richard Besser, of the CDC, in 1995, said the number of unnecessary antibiotics prescribed annually for viral infections was 20 million. Dr. Besser, in 2003, now refers to tens of millions of unnecessary antibiotics.2, 2a The number of unnecessary medical and surgical procedures performed annually is 7.5 million.3 The number of people exposed to unnecessary hospitalization annually is 8.9 million.4 The total number of iatrogenic deaths shown in the following table is 783,936. It is evident that the American medical system is the leading cause of death and injury in the United States. The 2001 heart disease annual death rate is 699,697; the annual cancer death rate, 553,251.5

Thank you Salon for running unretouched right wing nonsense.

The reality is that private insurance driven health care has an incentive to milk your policy while you are alive. You could die quietly and cheaply, but where is the bottom line in that?


Sunday, May 17, 2009

China levels sex themed park

The new puritanism is not just for vr.

Jezebel v XX, Whose Fooming who?

It's not my word, but over tea one day a friend of mine accused me of "fooming." I asked what she meant and she said "you know, being more feminist than thou." Point taken, I get like that. And that's exactly how I feel about the so called feud between Jezebel.com and Double XX.com. First it is so so called, a desperate cat fight for attention that it isn't funny. Second, while each blog has been staking out a more feminist than though, neither really is. Double X is embedded in Slate, which publishes more misogyny disguised as art crticism than any other major publication on the internet. Over and over again I've seen factual errors and bombastic privilege fobbed off as some kind of insight into art. Andy Goodwin was the worst he doesn't even know his own subject, which is the male ejaculatory seminal fuck rock band. Third, there is a real fight, and it is between an establishment feminism and a lifestyle feminism, and the establishment variety does not as unequivocal a position of moral superiority as it displays.

The XX complaint with Jezebel gets even thinner when you read the blog itself. I can think of many important things in feminism: praising anti-choice zealots isn't any of them. Then you get to their own sense of what needs to be done:


Double X columnist Linda Hirshman, also a contributor to the New York Times and the Washington Post, referred to an hour-long television appearance by Tracie Egan, a Jezebel blogger who goes by the moniker "Slut Machine", and Maureen "Moe" Tkacik, in which the two young women refused to engage with a serious discussion about sexual politics and culture. Shrugging off a question about rape and sexual responsibility, Tkacik casually explained why she didn't report her own date rape to the police. "I had better things to do," she said. "Like drinking more."

After the programme, presenter Lizz Winstead explained how shocked she had been by the behaviour of the young women. Writing on her Huffington Post blog, Winstead said: "They do not understand the influence they have over the women who read them, nor do they accept any responsibility as role models for young women who are coming of age searching for lifestyles to emulate."


This is really taking thing way to far. The scolds, and I include Naomi Wolf here for telling us that what young women really need to do is organize so that older women can get fatter paychecks, are simply not living in our world. They aren't feminists, they are careerists who think they have a captive base of support. What angers them is that Jezebel is taking away their ad revenue by presenting the other side of the coin.

The reason the careerists bore me is that over and over again when I see women breaking through the glass ceiling, it is in the service of men, and a men's view. Look at Carly Fiorini. Glass ceiling broken! She's a Republican Party anti-choice shill, willing to trade the rights of poor women, so she can get some tax breaks. Hello? Let's add Sandra Day O'Connor on the Supreme Court, and Condoleeza Rice as Bush functionary. I want to get organized so that Whitman can be Governor of California, and block equal marriage and starve education. The XX scolds go after what Jezebel.com readers want to do with their freedom, but at least it isn't engaging in active evil. The role models that XX presents to us are women who whore their minds, characters, and careers in the service of repression of women.

The more brute reality is that the Gen XXers are deliberately misreading, in both a literal and theoretical sense, what is going on, and why Jezebel.com is at least as feminist, if not more so, than they are.

The reality is that the XXers are obsessed with the climb upwards on the ladder of success, and they want to suck the free labor of those who are not there yet to get it, or as Naomi Wolf lectures:


"as many older feminists justly point out, the world isn't going to change because a lot of young women feel confident and personally empowered, if they don't have grassroots groups or lobbies to advance woman-friendly policies, help break through the glass ceiling, develop decent work-family support structures or solidify real political clout."


I remember how many women oriented organizations backed Joe Lieberman in 2006. How they have backed Republicans who are bad on almost every issue, in order to protect their "politically neutral" cachet, and advance their own interests. As I've already pointed out, much of their glass ceiling breaking, means installing a newer, thicker, glass floor. The realities of the establishment feminist is that she is establishment first, and feminist second. They live in a man's world, and they simply want their share of the man's world.

That's one reason that Jezebel.com has become a feminist touchstone because it takes a very different tack. There's no point in empowering organizations, because organizations sell you out. Instead, personal empowerment is the only kind, because that is the kind that you have, and not say, Whitman, has. This personal empowerment comes in two parts. The first part is negotiating our place in the mass consumer culture. Importantly that culture is far more invasive of us than it is of men. We put it's products in our bodies, and are poked, prodded, poisoned, pilled, and plowed by it. The negotiation of thisis runs a foul of "family" standards and PGism all the time. Second Life's search list will ban many women's campaigns, just as Youtube banned this PSA spot. Women's reality is pornographic content almost by definition. We have to examine our breasts, get pap smears, primp ourselves, deal with "hygienic" issues. You can't talk about it with out talking about breasts, vaginas, and assorted other private parts. For men the consumer society is beer and cars. For us it is pregnancy.

Jezebel's campaign to get out of the airbrush is very real. Their bete noir is "Girl's Life" magazine, which should really be called Anorexia Today. Far from being instgrat porn, Jezebel is taking to task the so called beauty industry. If you want to be thinny thin thin, do what I did: take 5 ballet classes a week and develop an eating disorder. The whole beauty industry lives on peddling some kind of self abuse, interspersed with highly expensive aromatherapy.

But this is the surface issue, in that almost everyone who has been confronted with a magazine spread has realized the impossibility for almost all women to be both thin enough, and lugging around D cup melons. Abs of Kansas, Breasts of Everest is not a geography that is natural to us. The deeper issue is on the nature of personal empowerment that the GenXXers are taking on, and which Jezebel is talking about. And that empowerment is in negotiating male power. This is the essence of any real feminist debate: an admission of male powers and privileges, and debate about how we are going to come to some modus vivendi with them in the outside world, and in ourselves.

For the GenXXers, it is about the right to sell out to the system in a formal way. It is about organizations and laws. But those organizations fail us, those laws don't protect us, and the existence of a few women at the top does not change the fact that it's a locker room up there. Jezebel speaks to a different reality, and that is that bending individual men is as effective a way to getting what you want, as taking on the system. Jezebel speaks to a reality that each one of us whose ever logged on to a personals site like Yahoo or True has understood: it's about the hope for hot babes. Look at their ads. True runs local singles, meaning model quality women.

To compete for male attention in that environment, and power with male circles, is to negotiate the prostitute paradox. It isn't that Jezebel's more outre personalities are role models, it is that they are flash points: showing exactly how far we have to go to achieve fascination status, and what the cost is. Because one such woman in a group places pressure on all the others to move in that direction. Men, of almost any educational or economic status, are drawn to the woman who seems ready to give right here, right now, and then men pressure other women to make that normative. If one woman is a slut, then we all should be.

Reality check here: which is more likely, that as a 20 something woman you will one day compete for the top of a Fortune 500 company? Or that you will be in a room having to compete for the attention of men? All the laws in the world will not help you if you don't have the confidence to both display, and deny, your own sexuality, and understand the limits and leverage of what you are displaying. Personal confidence is the essential, you can't buy it at any cosmetics counter in the world, must have accessory in our lives. Having it, without having to crush ourselves in the male driven expectations of face, figure, and personality.

To have that sense, without being airbrushed, liposuctioned, or propped up, is not a product of any number of empowerment meetings. Instead it comes from within, and from experience in using the most important power that we have over men, their need and desire for us, and using it to create in our relationship with a male dominated world a space for ourselves. The GenXXers would say that we are whore are selves, but then, as I've already pointed out, so are they, and they want us to whore ourselves for their benefit, which they promise will be ours some day.

The line is dangerous to draw. This is because the outrageous line will, in fact, collapse down into anti-feminism. Every woman who plays the line too far convinces a dozen men that if they just keep to plan of treating every woman like a slut, then they will both get sex, and pressure more women to give into that model of sexuality. And it is a moving line, the woman who plays it successfully, will always have women who are just short of it angry and jealous. I have gone a long way playing the line, but there are many circumstances where there are others willing to go just that much farther, leaving mean to sneer and tell me that I will always be alone. The normative power of men is that if he hits it once in a thousand, that's what normal should be. Just as I've evoked jealousy and rage in other women, that howcouldyoudothat moment, so too have others left me far behind, three men in tow.

Jezebel draws an outer circle of that line, how to play it at it's extreme forms, and still maintain an inner core of self that is maintained. It is a lot farther than many of us are prepared, or want, to go. However, by being extreme, it shows the way to maintain a sense of self at much lower pressure. No I'm not going to, irl, get drunk and do three guys in a night. But I am going to dress in ways that invite intense male attention. No I am not going to give a blow job to someone who I don't know their phone number, but I am willing to trade knowing stories. The same pressure, to devolve down into a male's chattel, is still there, in either case.

So to close my own circle. First, this conflict is so obvious driven to create circulation, that it is difficult not to be cynical about Double X. It's not about feminism, it is about the careers of the people writing the blog. It's not about empowerment, it is about their personal enrichment. So let's stop with the fooming on that score. The second problem is that it is not an accurate reading of most of the material on Jezebel, which is relatively standard liberated woman's fare: pregnancy, consumerism, media, relationships. Many of the articles on Jezebel could be moved to DoubleX without much, if any modification. Let's also stop with the identity politics attack. Double X allows people to engage in anti-feminist behavior, just because they are women, and it is much more destructive than anything I've read in Jezebel in a good stretch of being a regular reader.

But deeper is the conflict between establishment feminism, which preaches that institutions, laws, outliers, and groups are the backbone of feminism. They are not, they have let us down. In a generation of establishment feminism, we've gone backwards. Roe is more imperiled now than before. A supposedly left President dumped us out of his stimulus bill. Institutions must prostitute themselves. It is the nature of institutions, to trade the lives of little people, for the comfort of the people running those institutions. Individualist feminism says that you can't take NARAL to a job interview, or to a party. That there are women as Fortune 500 CEOs doesn't do you personally any good on your singles personals page, or during a date.

The limits of both are the same: both are really negotiations with male power. It is not a real fight, but there is a real fight going on underneath it, and old establishment feminism has proven time and again, that when it comes time to fight, they take a check and go home. Maybe lipstick lifestyle feminism won't save the world, but then, establishment feminism hasn't.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

For a flat in wales?

The great bells ring hollow this day,
the revelations flow and fall,
bloody ink smeared across the bloody pages.
How much was grifted from the eager public?
How much was grafted on to twisted stems.
Westminster weeps, as it has not on any other day,
since the leader of the few,
those happy few,
passed through London streets for the last time

The great words ring hollow today,
what promises made now
drip to the floor,
and ooze into dark forgotten corners.
This is the outrage to the last.

Cold spray in the face of forgotten heros,
that bent bow at Agincourt,
or drove towards the hill at Hastings,
took one last shot at Naseby,
or spread wings above the blitz in Britan's battle.

What did these men did die for?
It profits a man not the whole world
for his nation's soul,
but for a flat in Wales?

The secret memoirs of Zhao Ziyang, the Communist Party leader ousted for opposing the military crackdown on student protesters in Tiananmen Square, exploded into the open yesterday, four years after his death.

Dictated during his years of house arrest and smuggled out on cassettes disguised as children's music or Peking opera, the book will be pored over for clues about the workings of the secretive group of men who make up the inner core of China's Communist Party. The decisions made in Beijing's Zhongnanhai compound have global impact as China is an emerging superpower, but little is known about how it functions. Prisoner of the State: The Secret Journal of Zhao Ziyang may change all that.


Who knows what would have been. China's economic growth covers over a great deal of pain.

Hat tip to Malburn

City scape built on code.

progress on skybox


I need to put in the scripts. Major pain.

Porn: 35,000 BC

Early art work had breasts and genitals.

First: sex has been in people's art for a long time. Note that a picture of this would only be open to those seeking "adult" content in SL.

Second: virtuality, it's an avatar of an ideal of that time.

Third: Now you know why we are always fretting about our boobs not being big enough. We know better, whatever it is you say.


No one would mistake the Stone Age ivory carving for a Venus de Milo. The voluptuous woman depicted is, to say the least, earthier, with huge, projecting breasts and sexually explicit genitals.

A. Bridgeman Art Library; B. P. Jugie/MNP, Les Eyzies, Distr. RMN; C. RMN
Sexual images in early Homo sapiens European art: A. A "Venus" figurine from Willnedorf, Austria, 105 millimeters in height, dated about 28,000 years ago; B. Female "vulvar" symbols carved on a limestone block from the La Ferrassie rock shelter, southwest France, dated about 35,000 years ago; C. A phallus, carved from the horn core of a bison, from the Blanchard rock shelter, southwest France; the carving is about 36,000 years old and is 250 millimeters long.

Nicholas J. Conard, an archaeologist at the University of Tübingen, in Germany, who found the small carving in a cave last year, said it was at least 35,000 years old, “one of the oldest known examples of figurative art” in the world. It is about 5,000 years older than some other so-called Venus artifacts made by early populations of Homo sapiens in Europe.

Another archaeologist, Paul Mellars of the University of Cambridge, in England, agreed and went on to remark on the obvious. By modern standards, he said, the figurine’s blatant sexuality “could be seen as bordering on the pornographic.”

I should be stupid again

I should, I would, if I could,
be enclosed again, in that dank bag
which veils the mind in slow stumbling incess
Congealing all fleet thought,
to hobbled hobbie horses,
reducing them to gelatinous glue.
Stuck in place.

Don't I know, that men, prefer, a pretty face,
a compliant lay that opens like an oiled door,
in and out, and then as before,
the wander takes them, off to find their guns,
and other toys, they had in mind.
To be brilliant and to shine,
one should be just a hag.

But then the other way is to be tossed aside,
and left soiled, like silken rag.

I ought, I fought, I sought,
to sparkle in the night,
to throw off glistening inner light,
but better glamor which is a spell,
on which the grinding of time will tell.

Stupid is, as stupid is done,
open to anything, and anyone.

This is Liberty

This is Liberty,
where once I lifted lamp beside a golden door,
there is now into darkness plunged.
Is the fire quenched by black waters?
Is this light unlit now, and forever more?

This, is Liberty,
to know the truth,
and it shall not make you flee,
to hide not the acts done in darkness
to save in darkness.
To pay in coin for those you have struck,
and avow that once means,
never again.

This is, Liberty
my friend consoled me,
this is the land as it is,
the country as it is,
the nation as it is,
but not as it was,
or will be again.
The forces of night chained millions of souls
to middle passage, denied the sanctity of rights,
to millions because of gender.
And the fights for these and against all other ills,
engenders that which was old
to be made new again. Rights, that precious gift,
must be made a new, to be given again, in turn

This is Liberty,
I am calling, amidst the despair,
and the cold spring of denial.

We are not children in this one of many lands
We must see what was done by our hands,
and when our vision is by this act made whole,
we must admit what was our role.
This, and only this, is the truth,
that will escape us this prison
of bricks made
that we, our selves, have laid.

This is liberty, I am calling.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Feature we need

"Remove all scripts from selection."

LL is going to be limiting the number of scripts an av can have at one time. I have hair sets with 198 prims and a script in each of them. Scripts, not running, still take up time and RAM. We need to be able to scrub scripts from our content to get down to the limits that they impose... before they impose them and we can't rez the object again.

The gilded day

Washing is the ocean on the sand,
and crackling is the air that rushes up,
as the water rushes down.
The breeze is rife with icy salt,
the foam frosts the waves,
all is gilded here with the rushing of time.

White the salt, white the foam, white the clouds on far horizon.
White the hats and summer dresses,
white the faces not yet browned by the sun.
White the glare of noon time rays,
white the page before me,
where I scribble simple notes.

But deep is the other colors of the conflict of the three
earth tones of the land,
blue of the sea of brine and air,
and greening gold the color of life that clings,
to the rifts and rills and rolls of the beach and bog.

I would be imprisoned here in memory,
because you have gilded this scene with your face
and smile.
Gilded to the wind with a whisper of your affection,
that I and only I am the water into which
you long to plunge,
and pulled away by undertow,
never to return again.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

On twitter

BTW I am on twitter as

@lillieyiyuan

Monday, May 11, 2009

Rheta in Bits

Name Rheta Shan
Location Second Life
Web http://rhetashan....
Bio Metaverse citizen Rheta Shan, originally hailing from Second Life. Note : Twitter is mostly a mirror of my Plurk. Meet me there : http://plurk.com/rheta/invite.
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I don't follow many peop[e on Twitter. Specifically 10. Rheta was one of them.

Hold Me

Good bye Valerie, aka Rheta Shan.

Hold me, close to memory with your voice,
I've told you, far more of life than was my choice,
a brilliant, crystalline divorce, has married once a new,
truth beyond what's true.
My soul walked among all of you,
until now.

I am still here, suspended in the dusk,
between the worlds, that carry on as the must.
Hold me in your mind's eye,
that image will not yet die,
even though,
and so, and though,
the puppet's strings are clipped,
the ancient ladies, touched the twine of fate just so.

All that I was, I am.

Hold me, tethered to the earth,
essence will slip through your fingers,
your grasp is all that lingers,
and faint forgotten so,
all you needed to know,
was in the light and flow,
of symbols made real, more real than I was.
More real than I am.

Hold me in your memory,
and speak softly with your voice,
I've left for other plains,
though not by my own choice.

Speak and remember, that here
I was more real than real.
That is what you will feel.

Good night, good bye, good luck.

[And one in French]

Imaginaire enfin,
Je dors et rêve la demande
pas plus que moi ai jamais eu.
Mon âme a marché parmi vous,
et c'était assez.
Trop peut-être pour certains,
mais moindres assez pour moi.

Je dors,
dans les rêves et les morceaux,
ne se réveillant jamais encore et,
les endroits qui chaque était et était,
avant et entre nous.

J'étais, je ne suis pas, je suis, je serai.

[Do I know the truth of the story? I do not, and will not. Could Rheta Shan's player be alive and well. It may be, and I hope in some sense it is so. Better a happy world alive for the actor, and death for the character. But it doesn't matter, because whether it was a choice, or fear of discovery, or death, the effect is the same on those whose strands to this spirit are cut.

All the more thankful that on leaving SL I am alive and well and living in the real world. So here is a memorium to the short happy life of Rheta Shan.]

The skybox i am working on

Chez Nuit


I will upload this into sl.