Imagine a world where you work three or four days a week. In your free time, you play sports, spend time with loved ones, garden, and engage with local politics. Overnight shipping, advertising, private jets, billionaires and SUVs no longer exist, but health care, education, and clean electricity are free and available to all.
We must massively reduce our energy and material consumption to have any hope of saving our environment.
@vanderwal a few months ago i ran a WNYC audio segment through whisper (maybe in a python REPL) and got a good transcript (maybe i can find those notes?)
today's tech mood: "... as [surveillance capitalism moves] into the real world, seizing fresh unexpected chunks of human experience." "... All that is moist and alive must hand over its facts. There can be no shadow, no darkness. The unknown is intolerable. The solitary is forbidden." from, Shoshana Zuboff, The Age of Surveillance Capitalism, 2019, OA link: <https://archive.org/details/shoshanazubofftheageofsurveillancecapitalism/page/n1/mode/2up>, p 230
#Google Gemini explains to me why it can't answer my request to show me the last 10 digits of pi. Apparently it feels that eventually it will be smart enough to do this. Uh huh.
Too-lateness as a condition for climate affect and cultural style heats up the present, but, were we to dialecticize our relation to time, this extremity could ordain action rather than resignation. Every past deed of oligarchic malfeasance now come to light, every terror come home, every threshold exceeded nevertheless admits the possibility of more amelioration. Too-lateness pegs the hopelessness that contrasts the hopefulness pinged in "late" capitalism's anticipation of an end. And yet, hopelessness is not self-identically fatalist; a kind of radical hopelessness that dares refuse the old promissory and progressive logics of capitalist growth could open political horizons. Such openings need not be novel: old forms, outmoded institutions, and residual constructs still have more to offer. Diagnosing too-lateness as it materializes in the style of immediacy shouldn't be an invitation to melancholy so much as an incitement to collaboration: it's not too late —- things can still be less worse.