whereabouts

Music: Re:Gen Podcast (March 24th Podcast)

To say I’m a bit exhausted is an understatement, and my apologies to those of you whom I have neglected on email. I've been busy doing things that don't go well with computing. I hosted Christopher, then Mark (all the way from Japan!), and then I departed for Denton over the weekend. The snapshot is of me and Shaun at the Bass concert hall in downtown Fort Worth before we saw George Carlin's current stand-up routine on Saturday. Carlin was heeeelarious and so downright sacrilegious on Easter Eve a number of couples got up and walked out mid-rant! It was great to see Carlin to keep my own offensive teaching style in perspective: I might offend, but I cannot hold a candle to George Carlin and his "stroke off" routine. On the way home had lunch with Siri and we talked about her impending dream-job interview.

This week I'm playing catch up---vetting proofs due yesterday, writing letters, shoring up my "talk" and trying to plow through Derrida's unplowable Politics of Friendship---before I embark on another two weeks of travel. Herb Simons is in town for talks tomorrow and Wednesday, so what I don't get done tonight and tomorrow morning ain't gettin' done. I leave Thursday for Washington DC, where I'll be (a) doing research for the book project at the Library of Congress; and (b) visiting various Masonic sites in the city. Then, I'll depart on Sunday to hook up with James and E! in New York City for drinks. On Monday we're going to visit "ground zero," a long overdue mourning necessity and, I hope, something that will help give my book in progress some affective perspective. I'll play on Tuesday, then on Wednesday head to University Park where I'll share some research with my buddies there. I'll be back late on Sunday, April 6th.

I'm going to do my best to blog during my trip, cause that's fun to do and I'll be taking a buttload of photos to share. But if I don’t, y'all know why. Okie dokie: I need to get some more paper pushed before I collapse in a heap!

where's chuck sumner when you need him?

Music: Love Psychedelico: The Greatest Hits (2001)

This morning Senator Obama delivered his anticipated apologia on the racial politics stirred up by the MSM coverage of Reverend Wright's fiery sermons. Apropos Bryan M.'s comments on the previous post, the speech was disappointing. This disappointment has less to do with Obama's actual remarks than the rigid rhetorical options he had: (a) complete disassociation; or (b) admission of association but denouncement of statements. The preferred (c) option, embrace of association and explanation of black vernacular discourse, of course, would be considered pedantic and racist. Obama went for (b) by not distancing himself from Wright, just denouncing "Wright's political views."

What's completely absent, of course, is that "Wright's political views" are mistaken for the rhetorical tradition he is enacting. Black vernacular is double-voiced, playful, it has an edge for which context is everything, and not just sermonic context, but historical. Black spirituals were not just about deity, but simultaneously about emancipation from slavery (unbeknownst to the master). I just want to shake these commentators and say, "it's the rhetoric, stupid!"

I've watched a lot of You-Tubage of Wright, and I still say there's not much there to quibble with: to deny the United States of America has and continues to treat its citizens of color poorly is absurd. Yes, god damn the United States of America! for its genocides and internments and ghettoizations. I agree with Wright's passion and the patriotism that underlies it (that is, the right to claim community as an American). It's too bad Obama cannot admit any identification with this sentiment, but must condemn any agreement and squelch any common affect. I know given the way publicity works he has no choice. As a rhetorician, its just tough to watch these rhetorical choices because they are being made for lack of even a basic understanding of rhetorical history.

Here's perhaps an even more disturbing aspect of the speech: it had an eugenic flavor. Bryan M. is was right-on when he predicted Obama would retreat to (neo)liberal racial appeals: we are all one despite our differences, politics of hope, blah blah blah. I just found myself sighing loudly. But I was alarmed when Obama resorted to genetics. I've heard him say before, strangely, that a tolerance for diversity was "in my DNA." Today, Obama stressed he had a white mother and black father; he told a story about his white grandmother and how her remarks of being afraid of black men troubled him; he stressed he had family members of different "colors and hues" across the globe. And then, again, he stressed he was "genetically" hard-wired to respect difference.

Does anyone remember the alarming comments about DNA and blood in The Phantom Menace? That acting challenged kid being identified as "the one" because his blood contained something special? I had a flashback to that scene watching Obama today when he dropped the "in my genetic make-up" comment.

I understand the appeal of miscegenation. Charles Sumner used it to great effect ("ocean of humanity") in arguing for the rights of African Americans back in the nineteenth century. Many of his speeches have a subtle undertone of a coming colorblindness via globalization and travel . . . . But this not how Obama is using the appeal; the enthymeme here is that Obama is "special," not so much because he grew up in many worlds, but because he is genetically predisposed to tolerate difference. He is deploying genetics as a metaphor, but it's purchase is subtly scentistic, and it is premised on race as a genetic category.

WTF? Isn't believing before seeing? Isn't race a social construct that has nothing to do with genetics? Isn't this what Sumner once argued in the U.S. Senate during Reconstruction? Why is Obama turning to the "genetic" metaphor? What is this really achieving, and isn't this counterproductive in any discussion of race?

[sigh]

wright trouble

Music: Gnarls Barkley: The Odd Couple (2008)

This morning most of the heated buzz was dedicated to discussion about Reverend Jeremiah Wright's fiery comments to his congregation over many years. Rev. Wright has been Obama's "spiritual advisor" for some time, and Clive Crook reports that the title of his bid-book, The Audacity of Hope, was coined by Wright. What did Wright say that got folks so hot and bothered? Well, he spoke the truth, of course:

Jesus was a poor black man who lived in a country, and who lived in a culture that was controlled by rich white people. The Romans were rich . . . . It just came to me within the past few weeks y'all, why so many people are hatin' on Barack Obama. He doesn't fit the model: he ain't white, he ain't rich, he ain't privileged. . . . Hilary fits the mold. [race card thumped with fervor]. . . . Oh I am so glad that I gotta god who knows what it is to be a poor black man in a country, in a culture, that is controlled by, that is run by rich white people.

The clip is here. There are other clips too, among my favorites are the ones in which Rev. Wright points out the hypocrisy of U.S. foreign policy with something like, "and we're surprised we got attacked?" Nevertheless, what Rev. Wright has said really isn't all that different from what we discuss in my classes in terms of ideology. Everyone knows rich white people control the means of production (and therefore culture). What's objectionable about Wright's sermon is that he ignores the fact Hilary has faced discrimination as a woman. I mean, I agree that she's practically a white male as a figure, but one cannot ignore the misogynistic MSM reportage and punditry: she's hated on too, Rev. Wright.

Regardless, the MSM has been having a field day with this, and pundits on This Week agreed some serious political damage has been done (on Meet the Press the consensus was much less dire). Obama has responded to the media reportage with, pretty much, the only viable rhetorical move: categorical denial and disassociation. "All of the statements that have been the subject of controversy are ones that I vehemently condemn," he said in an interview on the Fox News Channel. They in no way reflect my attitudes and directly contradict my profound love for this country." This is about the quickest way to get the focus to move on, and I agree he is saying the right things.

The problem, however, is that what Obama is saying isn't really the truth---at least in terms of the locus of identification with Wright. Wright's sermons are, frankly, enjoyable and fun---and the politics is an affective politics. Sure, what he is saying matters, but meaning is just not located in the things he says (which I agree with). This morning Donna Brazile touched on the issue briefly by saying something like, "it's the tone that matters." She is right, it is the tone; but more importantly, it's a tone in the key of signifyin'.

I've briefly touched on this topic before in discussing the Don Imus scandal. Much of Wright's sermonizing---well, all of it, I suspect---comes out of the African American vernacular tradition most eloquently documented by Henry Louis Gates, Jr. in his groundbreaking book, The Signifying Monkey. I won't rehash my point here again except to say that Rev. Wright is doing his job and participating in rhetorical form of public address that has a long history in African American vernacular speech; he's both deadly serious and also being playful. The master trope here is irony, in this case affective irony, "Signifyin'" in Gates' terms, and by playing with it one takes a risk of alienating those who "don't get it." Cicero said as much centuries ago, that wealthy white Roman!

There's an excellent tip-off for Rev. Wright's vernacular logic. Pay attention to what the Reverend says at the beginning of the clip: "Somebody missed dat, you got nervous 'cause we got white members here---I am still in bible country, I'm still in the text!" What's the preacher doing? First, he's giving a shout-out to the whites in his congregation: "I know I'm going to make some whites nervous, but follow me more closely---I'm getting this story from the bible." He's not saying white people suck. He's saying rich white people who discriminate against black people suck! I agree with him, both at the level of the WHAT and the level of the HOW, the tone. He's slap-dab in the middle of a rhetorical tradition, one of the very same traditions that animates "secular" civil rights rhetoric.

If one is a white and alarmed by this sermon, then you don't "get it." As white guy, I absolutely don't get it in one sense: I've not been discriminated against on the basis of my race. At some level I cannot feel the bonds Wright is forging with his African American congregation. But on another level I do understand that if I'm offended, I never will.

Yeah, I know what I’m typing is whiteness on a stick, but that shouldn't keep me from talking race in a reflexive way, right?

older now, ugh

Music: Bells of Joy: The Bells of Joy with Friends (2006)

Thanks everyone for the birthday best wishes! And to Domo, for reminding me I'm overweight! I had a great time on the second half of my birthday post DMV. There were drinks and nachos at Vivo's. Then, me, DJ Smokehouse and Amande went to Lamberts downtown for a blues show. It was great fun. We met a new friend there too. Here's a photo gallery of my evening. There's some shots of the backs of people's heads which I took to prove a point made at every live show: people who are six feet tall or taller ALWAYS stand in the front. Then there was this jerk off six-footer who insisted on hoisting his camera in the air to film the thing, blocking everyone's view (note to fan: enjoy the concert, duh?). Anyway, we pushed ourselves up front to see Little Joe Washington. The man is awesome, and he's absolutely nuts. He's pretty much a homeless guy (by choice) in Houston, but apparently huge in Japan (they buy all his CDs like crazy). Anyway, he played hard and fast and unpredictably, while we just stood there with our jaws open. It was great.

And now, I have that "day after dumbness," if you know what I mean. Not quite a hangover, but then, not quite normal either. I feel like today I would be very good at mindless data entry. I'm cleaning house instead; writing today would be a disaster! Thanks again everybunny!

birthday boy at the dmv

Music: Nine Inch Nails: Ghosts I-IV (2008)

Today I am officially 35 years of age. I am not despondent. I am not gleeful. I am just sort of "whatever," and "feed me bourbon." To my abject horror, however, I realized last night that today my beloved Louisiana driver's license would expire. For four glorious years I have carried this card around, amusing countless people (including one cop, who gave me a warning because he laughed aloud at sight of this license). I have put off getting my Texas license because, by law, I must "surrender" this most precious of cards (click image for bigger version). Begrudgingly, I rolled out of bed early-ish, put on my best Texas shirt, waxed my moustache, grabbed the appropriate paperwork, and with pain in my heart drove to the DMV.

Line out the door.

Wait.

Waiting.

Wait. . . wait . . wait.

BITCHY SCOWL-FACED LADY: "Do you have your passport? [give it to her] Proof of insurance? [give it to her] Social Security card? [give it to her] Proof of vehicle registration?"

BIRTHDAY BOY: "It's on my car; it's a sticker."

BITCHY SCOWL-FACED LADY: "Sir, you need your receipt for that sticker."

BIRTHDAY BOY: "M'am, I didn't get no receipt. I peeled off the sticker and slapped it on my car. I've written down the registration number on my insurance card [show to lady]."

BITCHY SCOWL-FACED LADY: "Sir, the backing of that sticker was your receipt. You will need to get duplicate from the Tax Collector's office."

BIRTHDAY BOY: "Bureaucracy, huh?" [looking to make a friendly connection with lady]

BITCHY SCOWL-FACED LADY: "We follow the law here sir. Next!"

What is up with the attitude at the DMV? Every one in every state I've been to is the same: unhappy DMV workers. I mean, you'd think with all those excited teenagers applying for their first license the mood would be somewhat upbeat, but no!

So I drive to the Tax Collectors office [waiting ensues]. Drive back to the DMV [more waiting]. Finally get my card. The women working in the back were laughing at my old license. They liked me. They giggled. "But you cannot make a face like that in Texas; the state will send you a nasty letter and make you do this all over again." Super bummer. So my new photo looks nowhere near as funny. Poop.

I almost got in a wreck on the way home. Someone pulled across three lanes to cut me off. To avoid hitting her, I swerved into the turn-lane. Someone then cut the lady who cut me off off, swerving into the turn lane dead in front of me. Double-cut offs. I slammed on my breaks, tires screeched, there was smoke. But we averted disaster.

In a few minutes the REAL birthday part will begin. I'm meeting some folks at my favorite margarita joint, Vivo's on Manor. Then, Roger and Amanda are taking me to a SXSW show for which we got guest-listed: a blues-fest! To top it off, Roger promises he's going to get on stage and jam on his harp. I'm bringing a camera for that!

So, happy birthday to me! Thank you all for your kind wishes. And I miss my old license.

why i am supporting obama

Music: Dead Can Dance: Selections from North America 2005 (2006)

A recent post by Debbilicious has encouraged me to explain why I have made up my mind in favor of Obama over Clinton. Actually, I've already blogged about one of my major reasons recently: voice and diplomacy. Nevertheless, Debbie articulates my reasons better than I can: (1) enhancing/restoring the reputation of the United State in the world theatre; (2) having a skillful and articulate figure-head that brings folks together via oratory; (3) getting us out of the war in Iraq; and (4) Obama's "anti-establishmentarianism."

As a rhetorician, I must admit the most important reason is the second, as oratory and rhetorical skill make the other three reasons possible. Clinton's repeated remark that "Senator McCain has a lifetime of experience, I have a lifetime of experience, Sen. Obama has one speech in 2002," is not only offensive, but also demonstrative of the cynical ideology that animates her bid for the White House. If the ability to communicate to the "American" people and, well, the rest of the world is relatively unimportant, then so too is the symbolic function of the presidency: Clinton is a means-to-an-ends kind of politician, and frankly, that's the logic of the Bush II administration as well. Thankfully, I do think the cynical ideology that animates the Clinton campaign is very far from the imperial presidency. It is still, nevertheless, partriarchical and rooted in a centuries-long sexism that associates speech and the body with the feminine.

I've remarked before here and elsewhere that an important reason to vote for Obama and against Clinton has to do with the sound of their actual voices. I know this sounds absurd, but I'm serious. Jim Brown emailed me a link to a Public Radio International program titled "The Sound of Leadership" that also makes my point better than I could myself. The British commentator narrating the piece assembled a vocal technician, coach, and expert to compare and contrast the voices of Obama and Clinton. "What you can hear" listening to the voice of Clinton, she says, "is a very tight voice; it's stuck, it's pushed, and actually when you look at her you can see all that in her body. . . . all these habits signal force, 'I am not going to be interrupted.' So, on one level, she's actually trying to find her power, but it comes across as force." The coach continues that her voice is "off-putting." Obama's voice is described as "smooth" and "relaxed," and it is homologous to his obvious ease with his body. "Actually," the coach says, his style is more feminine.

What is not discussed in the PRI program is the way in which speech communicates affect and primes us to react in certain ways. I have known many people who are blunt, direct talkers but mean well, and yet, the person to whom they are talking feels insulted or taken to task. Clinton's voice, irrelevant of what she says, sets people off, sometime offending despite good intentions. I recall a conversation I had with my mother over the holiday break: when I asked my mother to explain why she "hated" Clinton, she responded, "I don't know. There's just something about her." What is this "something?" I think it's definitely gender, but this gendered something is inextricably related to Clinton's delivery style.

What's in a voice? More than we ever suspect---and more than we'd like to let on ourselves. Many of us cannot stand hearing recordings of our own voices because it reminds us that we communicate things to others that we would rather keep repressed. Analogously, we pick up on things from the timbre, tone, and textures of others voices that s/he cannot hide: fear, distress, anxiousness, excitement, sincerity. Obama communicates an ease, sincerity, and eunoia towards audiences with his voice; Clinton can do that too---and quite well at times. But sometimes one senses "the wall" or the insincere auto-speak mode with her too.

Finally, McCain's voice is also an asset to him. He often speaks in relaxed and calm tones, although one would be hard-pressed to call his voice smooth (the benchmark of that Republican buttery voice is indeed Ronald Reagan). I've been watching McCain closely as well, and what I like about him is also what I fear about him the most: his voice communicates a sincerity of belief. He does not communicate goodwill like Obama, but he does have the ability with his tone to effectively say, "I'm telling the truth." This troubles me because, after I watched Bill Moyer's Journal last Friday, I worry that McCain has given himself over to the neo-cons (accepting the endorsement of a nutty apocalyptic preacher); moreover, he's made it clear he fully supports the imperial presidency. He has sworn off signing statements, but I don't trust that swearing.

All of this is to say: I trust my feelings about my political leaders as much as I do their statements. There is danger in giving oneself over entirely to feeling (this is what gets us into cult-land), but it's nevertheless an important aspect. Speech is the place where statements and feeling meet-up. That's why oratory is important to this election. That's why we need to pay attention to speeches.

note for the dispirited graduate student

Music: Mind.In.A.Box: Certainty (single; 2005)

This funny post, as well a conversation with my Chiropractor yesterday, reminded me of a blog entry I've wanted to write for a while. As my back cracked I found myself saying to the doctor, "stalking students, university politics, salary compression, all this crap goes with being a professor. Why can't I just write my essays and teach my classes? All this Kafka-esque bureaucracy!" He responded, "well, I don't suppose you can do your job without people?" Point well-taken.

Every year I have a discussion with a graduate student, sometimes on email, sometimes in person, about choosing an academic career. These conversations usually come at a moment of crisis in the student's life. They usually come the second or third year into graduate school, when you've had time to realize what you've gotten yourself into was not what you dreamed it was like as an undergraduate. I call this the "twenty-something graduate school crisis." If you've endured it, you know what I mean. If you have not, these are the kinds of questions you'll find swimming in your head:

  • What the bloody hell am I doing here?
  • How did I get myself into this?
  • Am I smart enough to do this job?
  • Will I ever learn how to write well-enough for publication?
  • Can I live on a professor's salary?
  • Will I be ok living in the middle of nowhere teaching at Such-and-so State?
  • I'm a fraud; will I be found out?

When you start having these kinds of questions, don't panic: most of us did, some of us still do. Me? Sometimes I despair I've chosen the wrong profession, but most of the time I think I'm in the place for me. Now, if you never have these questions, please leave the academy immediately: you are what we term an asshole, and it's arrogant people like you that end up making our conferences unpleasant experiences.

For one of my comps questions as a Ph.D. candidate, I wrote an essay titled "The Fantasy of Being Found Out." I forged an analogy between urinating the trough-style urinals common in bar and stadium bathrooms and the nascent fear that looms in Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams: that biology and neuroscience might eventually obviate the mind/body problem that makes psychoanalysis a viable hermeneutic. I don't know about other guys, but I have trouble peeing in those trough things because (a) I don't like splashes from others; but (b) and more importantly, I don't want anyone checkin' out my junk. That is, like Freud, I don't want to be found out.

This anxiety of being found out plagues graduate students: what if people discover I really don't read as much as they do? What if people can tell I'm not cut out for this? My answer is that we are all frauds, not in an unethical sense, but in the sense that to be an academic one must always be confident and seem self-sure. Take heart grads: we're not. This academic place requires the façade of confidence, but really, your professors are getting by, just like you, as best as they can. Grin and bear it, as they say in the Sunday funnies.

Gradually that anxiety about the façade does fade: you get more comfortable, you learn that no one really expects you to be brilliant all the time; you don't have to read every article that comes out in our journals; you don't have to always be prepared for class. People will, in general, let you be a normal human being. And I suspect by the time folks get to full professorship, the comfort level has increased even more.

Yet aside from the confidence anxiety, what about the rewards? It's true you must make sacrifices to do the academic gig. Relationships with non-academics are tough, and relationships with academics may mean long-distance relationships for long stints. The system penalizes women if they want children (though some schools and programs are better at protecting women than others). Students demand more of women teachers in terms of wardrobe and dress. In general, students have become consumer orientated, and will sometimes treat you as if you are a drive through attendant (I had one student a couple of years ago write in a reflection journal that she should not have to read Marx and other left-wing "bs" because she paid my salary). Some students and their parents will harass you if the student received anything below an "A" as a grade. Compared to the corporate world, salaries are ridiculously low, and in some poorer states, insufficient to meet basic cost-of-living needs (believe me, I should know). And unlike the corporate world which somehow manages to navigate bureaucracy a little bit better, the university setting has so many policies and procedures and gatekeepers it takes months to file a simple request for basic job-related needs.

Culturally, the professorship is devalued. Unlike in other parts of the world where teachers are revered (e.g., Asian countries), in the United States intellectual labor is not regarded as real labor—certainly not valuable labor. Those of you with a full teaching load know that it's absolutely exhausting and physically draining, however, many outside of the world of education have the impression that teaching is somehow effortless. Worse, the professoriate has a reputation of being well-off, pompous, and arrogant. A recent TIAA-CREFT commercial promotes this view, for example: a woman in a very nice business suit is contemplating her retirement in a huge office with mahogany furniture. Yeah, right. My office is a janitor's closet with no windows. And film after film depicts the professoriate as snooty, while NYT article after article depicts what we do as nothing other than the invention of jargon and the production of useless knowledge.

In short, the cultural and economic rewards of being a professor are few.

So we return, again, to those pesky questions: why am I here, exactly? I think, dear dispirited, there are only two good answers: you are goaded by curiosity and have a lust for ideas; and/or you enjoy those magic, ah-ha moments in the classroom, when a student begins thinking on her own and not relying on this or that cultural/social script. To be a happy academic you must be, in one sense or another, a breakthrough junkie.

There are other good reasons, of course: our schedules tend to be more flexible. If you want to raise a family, child care is easier to arrange. Some students admire your teaching and will tell you that you have inspired them to this or that good thought or thing. Working in an academic department usually means your colleagues often become life-long friends. The environment of a department is, more or less, community-oriented and less individual-oriented (which may be a disadvantage to some, but not me). Yet ultimately I think it’s the high of the breakthrough, that magic moment when you've come up with an argument or idea that might change minds, or that instance when you see the light go on in a student's eyes---an excitement in their speech. The motive is curiosity; the grail is the breakthrough.

None of us in the humanities do this job for the money. It's for love and addiction.

post-caucusal

Music: Willard Grant Conspiracy: Flying Low (1998)

I am pumped and excited, and will probably have trouble getting to sleep here in an hour or so (emergency stash of ambien awaits). I just caucused for the first time in the auditorium of a nearby high school. In Texas, there are two pots of delegates (and a host of those pesky super delegates): one group is determined by voting in the primary; the other group is determined by caucusing. I voted this afternoon and then was instructed to return this evening for the caucus. My neighbor Marsha and I went together (my other neighbors were not voting, as one is not a citizen and another is cynical, two others are recovering from surgery, and two others are too elderly to hang out for long periods of time in an unventilated space).

Here's the scene: a high school auditorium almost full with people from my precinct. My neighbor and I are minorities here. Our neighborhood is mostly comprised of African Americans and Hispanics (I had to force my realtor to look in this neighborhood; you fill in the blanks). Our precinct head asked for a show of hands to get a sense of the crowd: "Whose here for Obama?" Almost all hands go up. "Whose here for Clinton?" Some hands go up. We were asked to separate ourselves to different parts of the auditorium, and then we had to "sign in" on special sheets. The signings went surprisingly fast. The excitement in the room was palpable. We were talking to each other about the news that hit today: Texas republicans are choosing to vote in the democratic primaries and caucuses for Clinton, because polls suggest a contest between McCain and Obama would favor Obama. How unfair! we said. How dishonest! we commiserated.

After the signatures were counted and checked against the rolls (one cannot caucus unless one voted in the primary) it was announced we were 242 in number, a record by a hundred for our precinct. 79% were present for Obama, which meant we got 19 delegates for the county caucus; Clinton gets five delegates from our precinct. No at large delegates. The process then was to elect delegates in each group and an equal number of alternates. Marsha and I bowed out of this process because the only reason to stay would be to become a delegate (with the potential to go to national)---unfortunately that meeting is March 28, and both of us are traveling.

Throughout the entire meeting there was a lot of applause and cheering. Everyone (but for a handful of fussy fussers) was in a great mood. It's hard to be cynical when you are around a lot of people who are not cynical. Even despite my own reservations (and grumblings about these super delegates), I still think voting is among the most important rituals ever invented. I cannot shake my civic-ness. This election is very important. I want a cigarette.

inundated to the poll

Music: Elvis Costello and the Attractions: Trust (1981)

I've just returned from the primary poll at Regan High School, which is only about a mile from my home and so I incorporated voting into my daily exercise routine. I'm sure I smelled pretty ripe to the other voters, but heck: isn't multitasking the idiom of the decade? I. Think. So. I cast a sweaty vote for Obama.

Of course, I'm not done voting. Owing to the convoluted Texas primary system, I have to return to the poll tonight to cast my lot again (also for Obama). I'll hitch a ride from my neighbor for that one.

Getting to nomination day, however, has been a frustrating experience. Because Texas is playing an influential role in selecting the democratic ticket, I have been inundated with pre-recorded phone calls. I'm on the "do not call" list. My number is unlisted. But somehow I have been found out (this is what I get, I suspect, for making donations to charities and political figures). The calls started two weeks ago, about once a day, then two or three times a day, and now in the past few days, upward of five calls a day. Caller ID is useless; the calls come as unlisted, long distance phone numbers. I keep thinking a friend from far, far away is calling to say hello, only to disappointingly realize it’s a recording of Michelle Obama or some celebrity I'm supposed to know stumping for someone else's bid for constable.

I've tried just screening my calls by allowing the answering machine to pick up. This does absolutely no good, as the damn computers leave their little speeches on my machine anyway, and I have to listen them to delete them. This one candidate for a court seat has called at least six times in the last three days (I voted for her opponent as a consequence). This telephone stumping is absolutely out of control. Yesterday I took to answering and then hanging up the phone immediately. This works. If I've hung up on you, my apologies, but I probably thought you were a computer.

I wonder if market research bears out the influence of pre-recorded stumping? Jenny S-G? Sharon? I mean, if a real live person were on the other end of the phone, I imagine I could be influenced; feelings can change my mind. But these lifeless recordings, they do nothing to me. They just make me pissy. And if any of you people who design these things are reading: I will make an exception for Obama, but believe me when I say I will vote against your candidate if your computer calls me ever again. I. Will. Even. Vote. Republican. So stop. Please. Please Stop. Stop.

cynical reason

Music: Classix Nouveaux: The Very Best of Classix Nouveaux (1997)

This post is about last night's debate. It will take me a bit to get there.

A friend in town some days ago asked about the "companion essay" to my and Shaun's essay, "Zombie Trouble." It was odd that he should ask because that day I had started working on my half of the essay. In the companion essay we extend the conceptual work in the previous essay to an analysis of the film 28 Days Later vis-à-vis race. To this end we're injecting a discussion of Peter Sloterdijk's Critique of Cynical Reason because of the prescient way Sloterdijk predicted what would happen in the United States a decade early. Sloterdijk's understanding of "cynical reason" tracks, we think, the way in which the genre of zombie film has cannibalized it's own social critiques---that is, zombie films have themselves become cynical of their own critiques of very social harms and ills they decry.

Cynical reason is the basically the idea that we have become so "enlightened" that ideology critique has become superfluous (and for Sloterdijk, this means the body has been ejected from the scene too, especially in respect to social movements). I think about this in relation to the absence of work in my field (rhetorical studies) that announces itself as an ideology critique. Here's Sloterdijk's opening statement:

The discontent in our culture [Germany circa 1980] has assumed a new quality: It appears as a universal, diffuse cynicism. The traditional critique of ideology stands at a loss before this cynicism. It does not know what button to push in this cynically keen consciousness to get enlightenment going. Modern cynicism presents itself as that state of consciousness that follows after naive ideologies and their enlightenment. In it, the obvious exhaustion of ideology critique has real ground. This critique has remained more naive than the consciousness it wanted to expose; in its well-mannered rationality, it did not keep up with the twists and turns of modern consciousness to a cunning multiple realism. The formal sequence of false consciousness up to now---lies, errors, ideology---is incomplete; the current mentality requires the addition of a fourth structure: the phenomenon of cynicism. To speak of cynicism means trying to enter the old building of ideology critique through a new entrance.

Sloterdijk's thesis was so powerful it became a best-seller in Germany in the early 1980s. Zizek's career-inspiring first book, The Sublime Object of Ideology is, in my opinion, written largely in response to Critique of Cynical Reason. "The formula, as proposed by Sloterdijk, would then be: 'they know very well what they are doing, but still, they are doing it.'" Zizek continues by arguing cynical reason is no longer naïve, but he nevertheless agrees that "the traditional critique of ideology no longer works." His solution is the concept of ideology as fantasy (and here is where my own work in psychoanalysis is rooted).

Zizek is not so much interested in Sloterdijk's solution, but I find it fascinating: Diogenes masturbating in the marketplace. Diogenes practiced kynismos, a form of public argumentation and a positive type of cynicism that deliberately works to offend others, not simply for the giggles but also to break through the cynical haze and inspire critical thought. Identified with the plebian position (those who do not speak institutional power), the trick of kynicism is to oppose, contradict, and offend those who speak institutional power with the rhetoric of irony. This is a sort of ceaseless posture that might, one senses, lead once again to a politics of the body---swarms of protest, not in earnest, but in humor and carnival.

Some of my own work takes Sloterdijk to heart (e.g., "ShitText," "Size Matters") in the domain of critique and criticism, and I want to pursue it to at least a trilogy: I've got shit and cum covered, onward to the idiom of piss. Alright, but: there is the domain of the body, that domain which has been best grappled within/despite the academy by my colleagues in performance studies. And then there is that domain of the political outside the institution of the academy: how to be kynical in that domain?

I was thinking about these questions as I sort-of watched the debate between Obama and Clinton last evening ("sort-of" because I was streaming it online and my friggin' connection kept dropping; I HATE AT&T DSL!). It occurred to me we might refer to Clinton's rhetoric as classically cynical: she claims that only she has the experience and technical know-how to navigate the second most powerful institution in the country. She speaks from a position of institutional power, Obama does not. Obama's response has been to counter Clinton's cynical reasoning with "hope" and symbolic idealism; while I, too, get caught up in this appeal---he is not speaking from a position of institutional power, but he has the technical know-how to speak it if we elect him, and he will install something different---I throw up in my mouth a little when the appeal tips too far into gross sentimentality. Why? Andreas Huyssen's remarks in the forward to Critique of Cynical Reason says it better than I can:

While Sloterdijk's analysis is rooted in his perceptions of German culture, it seems fairly clear that the German case of political disillusionment, cynicism, and an atrophied trust in the future has parallels in other Western countries today. In a certain sense, the growth of cynicism during the 1970s actually provided the cultural soil for the revival of ideological conservatism of the 1980s, which has filled the void left by the post-1960s disillusionment with a simulacrum of homey old values.

In the devastating wake of the Bush II administration, and certainly in light of the profound sense of disillusionment represented by the politics of Clintonian Compromise, in what sense is the Obama phenomenon itself a "simulacrum of homey old values?" And what, perhaps, would be the better kynical strategy?

This is the point in my blog where I do my thing: I frame a problem then say, "I don't know." The answer should not involve Ralph Nader and must involve poop, I know that for sure. But then what?

sex trouble: clinton or obama?

Music: Between Interval: Autumn Continent (2006)

Because I don't get cable, I am protected from the obsessions of the news apparatus somewhat. I am mostly clobbered by political fanfare these days on facebook, as my friends announce which candidate they are behind by joining this or that fan-group. (As an aside: there is something to be said about the role of facebook in this election; real time polls are conducted on the debates, which one or two of the networks subsequently report, in real time!) Needless to say, my friends are choosing socialist groups, Clinton groups, or Obama groups. No one has strutted a Nader-joining (and did anyone see Meet the Press yesterday? Sheesh). Last week I had planned to attend a debate watch party, but decided in the end that all of us Left-leaning types crowded into a bar drinking beer and watching banter about heated issues might lead to some tension and discomfort. I came home and streamed alone (I mean the debates, James, the debates).

I remain ambivalent about the two candidates for the nomination, and I suspect a lot of y'all do too (tell me if I get the ambivalence wrongly). I appreciate Clinton is a very good, technical politician who will get things done. She has a track record of progressive legislation in some cases. She is an obsessive policy-wonk and has unquestionably dedicated her life to public service. "Hating Hillary," as a wise mentor put it, is born of misogyny and Clinton is unquestionably in a gendered double bind: you can be a woman president, but ya can't be womanly. She is strong. Very strong, if not a downright jaw-dropping, awe-inspiring rock who can withstand pressures that would explode most of us into tiny, bloody bits. She is, however, too embedded for me in the sense that the "change" she represents is nothing more than neoliberalism re-hoisted on another stick, basically Clinton II with less southern-fried soul. Some of the first Clinton's policies were terrible (especially trade stuff and media convergence stuff) and I think she'd pick up where Bill left off, turning every social issue into an economic one. I see real differences between her and McCain, but in wider focus they appear just slightly on either side of the politically conservative. It's the social issues that are a matter of difference, and at least Hillary and McCain aren't making comments about how the rule of law answers to a Higher Power that only they alone can channel (e.g., prophecy).

Obama is the type of leader who inspires, obviously, and a motivating presidency would be great. He tempts prophecy, but thus far he's kept his prophetic talk in the deliberative zone of civil religion. In terms of policy, I reckon we just don't have much of a record to look at. He is very bright, though, and likely to surround himself with the kind of experienced advisors who can get things accomplished in the technical sense; his inexperience doesn't trouble me. So far he seems pretty much indistinguishable from Clinton to me except for some key issues (which, watching the debates and reading their websites, seem more about the means and not the ends they both share).

Yet Obama has become a condensation symbol for a "do-right," deliberative "America," and his monotonous insistence on reestablishing relationships in the global theatre are what I find most compelling. Yes, his appeal to me is largely a symbolic one---I admit that freely without shame, and that's because I find the symbolic very important. That is, I realize Obama is not a policy wonk, but he has distinguished himself from Clinton---for me---with his recent statements about amping-up the diplomatic function of the presidency. Frankly, the ability of Obama to establish goodwill with other countries based on certain intangibles---demeanor, gentleness, a kind of hard-to-describe male European femininity---may do more to stave off terrorist attacks than any official policies, treaties, and so forth that can be drawn up. In this respect, Obama has something that both the first Clinton and Regan had, a certain interpersonal charm that inspires loving feelings toward them.

I worry, however, if my own thinking about this is sexist: is the charm of which I speak a penis? I mean this question literally. Clinton has a certain phallic appeal and, in fact, her incredible resolve and strength may be why she is perceived as threatening to some politicians and voters (viz., the castrating woman), in addition to the subtly sexist ways in which she is denigrated in the press. What I'm talking about here are the cultural assumptions made about women in issues of diplomacy on the world stage, particularly in more orthodox Islamic countries. Would it be easier for Obama to navigate the complexities of Middle East politics because he is male? Gender is not the issue here, as I think many of Obama's personal characteristics are feminine in a way. I have to admit to myself that I do think it would be easier; based on the way the man talks, looks, and carries himself it seems to me Obama would have an easier time reestablishing relations with the world, and much of this does center on the fact he is a man.

These conclusions bother me and trouble my conscience.

devil doll, or, the ironic uncanny

Music: Synaesthesia: Desideratum (1995)

It's been a nauseating couple of days for all sorts of reasons, some professional, some pollen-related, but nothing cuts through to Little Orphan Annie's mantra than a timely commercial mishap: "Toddler's Elmo Doll Makes Death Threats, Family Says," a write-up featured on Tampa Bay Online. The story is hilarious---I'm laughing so hard it's difficult to type. The situation is certainly funny, but the journalist who penned the piece is genius. Each sentence is crafted in dead-pan seriousness, but with a Swift-like smirk. Choice paragraph:

With a squeeze of its fuzzy belly, the Sesame Street character now says, in a sing-song voice, "Kill James." "It's not something that really you would think would ever come out of a toy," said Melissa Bowman, James' mother. "But once I heard, I was just kind of distraught."

"Kind of distraught" that doll called "Elmo Knows Your Name" is suddenly making death threats to your kid? Oh Jebus: I gave myself an asthma attack laughing so hard.

When I can stop laughing I'm kind of distraught at my own perverse glee: Ok, so why is this so funny? Well, obviously it's the contrast: a sweet, asexual, suggly, soft-bellied "friend" (elmo is Latin for "friendly," as I recall) is now urging the death of its owner. As the proud owner of the original Tickle-Me Elmo doll, I know his voice well and can imagine that wimpy, non-threatening, high-pitched voice saying "kill James!" Yet the humor isn't reducible to irony; it's something about the statement by mom: "I was just kind of distraught." You either are or you are not distraught. Is it possible the uncanny can make us laugh? Perhaps this is an instance of the "ironic uncanny?"

more on magickal agency

Music: Burial: HDBC0001 (2006)

I've decided to focus on my work with other people for a while. I enjoy coauthoring things . The essay with Tom on Fight Club is finished, so for the last few days I've been focusing on my essay with Dana. Then, I'll turn to my work with Shaun on 28 Days Later and with Chris on "The Six Myths of Psychoanalysis." Finally, I may try to write that thing about Tom Cruise. Then I'll get busy with my book.

I made pretty good progress today on the essay I'm writing with Dana, "Phronesis Trouble in Run Lola Run and The Secret, or, Agential Orientation as Magical Voluntarism." Some time ago I posted the introduction. Today I finished up the second part (which Dana will then go through and re-write and stuff, but this is just a blog and a nice place to work-it-out). The tone is a lot more, er, a lot more alarmist and aggressive than is my tendency. I just don't like to get frugly with anyone. However, insofar as the criticisms we make below are the very same ones I made to the authors as one of the original blind reviewers---criticisms that they ignored---I reckon the tone is more than justified. Anyhoo, without further ado:

I. Agency in Rhetorical Studies

. . . let me say that reports of the death of the author are greatly exaggerated. . . . rhetors/authors, because they are linked to cultures and collectivities, must negotiate among institutional powers and are best described as "points of articulation" rather than originators.

--Karlyn Kohrs Campbell (2005, p. 5)

Foss, Waters, and Armada frame their essay on "agentic orientation" as an answer to John Lucaites' call for identifying "the wide range of options by which agency . . . is constituted in particular rhetorical performances," which they interpret as a cartographic project that can lead to a better understanding of the choices available to people "in the rhetorical process" (2007, p. 3). Insofar as human agency and its limits have always been a concern for rhetoricians (see Leff, 2003), what is immediately unclear in this justification is the exigency for such a call and answer. Some readers of The Present Journal may be unaware that Lucaites' call for a typology of agency was made in the context of a 2003 meeting of rhetoricians in Evanston, Illinois, under the authority of the Alliance of Rhetorical Societies (ARS). A broader contextualization of Lucaites' call within the problemmatics introduced at the ARS conference helps to frame Foss, Waters, and Armada's essay in terms of (1) a reaction to posthumanism in the theoretical humanities and (2) the work that has been done by rhetorical scholars on the question of agency that Foss, Waters, and Armada willfully ignore.

The formation of ARS was initiated by Fred Antczak, Gerard Hauser, Robert Gaines, Michael Leff, and others affiliated with the Rhetoric Society of America. The alliance was forged to overcome disciplinary and institutional divisions and to encourage collaboration among scholars of rhetoric currently housed in Communication, English, and composition and writing programs. To date ARS has had only one meeting, yet another is in the works. The well-attended conference in 2003 featured four keynote speakers selected to inspire discussions in break-out sessions around four key themes: rhetorical agency; understanding the rhetorical tradition; institutional and social goals for rhetorical scholars; and rhetorical pedagogy. Prior to the conference participants were asked to submit short position papers on one of the key themes, which were subsequently distributed and shared with small, ten-to-twelve member discussion groups.

Foss, Waters, and Armada's attention to Lucaites' call for a multiplicity of standpoint-oriented analyses fails to note the positions of forty-one scholars who also participated in the discussions on agency. This inattention leads them to elide the crucial exigency for the contemporary critical and theoretical investments underpinning current scholarship on (rhetorical) agency. "Since agency has traditionally been understood as property of an agent, the decentering of the subject-the death of the author/agent-signals a crisis for agency," suggests Carolyn R. Miller (2007, p. 143). And as Cheryl Geisler notes, a strong preoccupation with postmodern and poststructural theory among ARS participants was in reaction to this perceived crisis:

Most scholars at the ARS acknowledged, explicitly or implicitly, that recent concern with the question of rhetorical agency arises from the post-modern critique of the autonomous agent. As articulated by Gaonkar more than a decade ago, this critique faults traditional rhetoric for an "ideology of agency," viewing "the speaker as origin rather than articulation, strategy as intentional, discourse as constitutive of character and community, ends that bind in common purpose." (2005, p. 10; also see Gaonkar, 1997 [1993])

Although it would be better to say discussions of agency at the ARS meeting were in response to the posthumanist turn in the theoretical humanities and not "post-modernism" (Gunn, 2006; Lundberg and Gunn, 2005), the interest in understanding agency today directly descends from the challenges posed to the self-transparent, fully conscious agent by numerous philosophers and theorists in the last two centuries (e.g., Adorno, Althusser, Baudrillard; Butler; Derrida; Foucault, Freud; Heidegger; Lacan; Marx; Nietzsche; and so on). For example, Sigmund Freud and numerous psychoanalytic thinkers have been telling us for more than a century that our choices are never fully conscious and often motivated by unconscious desires. Karl Marx and numerous materialist thinkers have also been telling us for more than a century that economic ideology and the material arrangement of basic resources causes us to invest in our own unhappiness. More contemporary theorists, such as Judith Butler and Fredric Jameson, have also clarified the constraints on human agency and political action posed by material limitation and ideological interpellation (Butler, 1990; Butler, 1993, Jameson, 1991). We might, then, frame the discussions at the ARS conference as attempts to answer a very basic but important question: how does the rejection of the self-transparent and conscious agent in the theoretical humanities impact how we think about rhetorical agency? How should we respond to the resulting crisis? Although space limits any thorough discussion of the answers rhetorical scholars have developed, a brief typology is helpful.

One way scholars have addressed the crisis of rhetorical agency is by embracing the posthumanist turn. "Posthumanism" is simply shorthand for the critique of the self-transparent, autonomous subject that is sometimes said to begin with Heidegger's critique of humanism (Gunn, 2006). Posthumanism is often erroneously equated with "postmodernism" and "poststructuralism," although the latter share an investment in the former. There are many different posthumanist theories, however, what they all share is a decentering of the all-powerful, choice-driven, radically free subject and an attention to larger structural, material, or discursive objects that limit and/or constitute the subject. In Communication Studies, much of the work in posthumanism has been conducted under the aegis of "subjectivity" and/or "ideology," which helps to resituate agency as a capacity--not necessarily a human one--for action that is both constrained and enabled by structures, contexts, and so on (e.g., see Cooren, 2007). Although many scholars would first locate the posthumanist turn in the work of Dilip Gaonkar (Geisler, 2004, p. 10; see Gaonkar 1997 [1993]), perhaps no scholar has been more influential in promoting posthumanist stances toward agency than Barbara Biesecker. In her widely-read essay on the work of Foucault, the crisis of agency is recast in terms of the question of resistance: "critical rhetoricians and their discourses do not set practices of resistance into motion but, rather, are themselves set into motion by those practices" (1992, p. 361).

The posthumanist reversal of the locus of agency from the individual to the exterior (e.g., discourse, technique, and so on) is also reflected in Bisecker's critique of the work of Karlyn Kohrs Campbell and others, whose focus on the rhetoric of discrete, individual women, argues Biesecker, unwittingly rehabilitates the figure of the autonomous agent. Ironically, the figure of the autonomous agent is fundamentally phallogocentric and essentialist (Biesecker, 1992). In a similar vein, arguing that the crisis of agency is wrongly saddled with the normative goal of political effectivity, Ronald Walter Greene has argued for recasting rhetorical agency as "a form of living labor" that frees theorists from the task of specifying its precise ontological locus in an individual person (2004, p. 2). Related posthumanist conceptions of rhetorical agency abound: Christopher Lundberg and Joshua Gunn have critiqued discussions of agency that formulate the concept as a power or substance which can be owned or possessed. Instead, they advance a "negative theology of the subject" that would resist any final statement on what agency is or how it is manifest-an ethical and dispositional orientation instead of an epistemic or ontological one (2004, p. 102). Kendall R. Phillips' recent work develops the notion of a "rhetorical maneuver" to help specify a mode of agency that can contend with the complexities of a subject of multiplicity in relation to the "constraining nature of the subject position," material limitation, ideological subjectiviation, and so on (2006). Drawing on the work of Michel Meyer, who "reformulates the foundational and the human in terms of questioning," Nick Turnbull has argued for a "rhetorical anthropology" that locates a capacity for action in the cognitive act of questioning as such (p. 221, 2004). Our gloss of these theorists' work, of course, does not exhaust the posthumanist work being done on rhetorical agency, but it is suggestive, nevertheless, of a strong, decades-long investment in theorizing a posthumanist understanding of rhetorical agency (also see Crowley, 1992; Charland, 1987; McGee 1978; McGee 1995; McKerrow, 1983; Wander, 1984; Wander, 1995).

The second way scholars have addressed the crisis of agency is characteristically dialectical, which represents an attempt to reckon with the challenges of posthumanism while not abandoning, entirely, various components of the humanist tradition: agency is to be situated somewhere between subject and structure, a meeting place of interiors and exteriors. This understanding of rhetorical agency is perhaps the most popular and satisfying one among rhetorical scholars. Karlyn Kohrs Campbell's widely read and award-winning keynote address at the ARS conference, "Agency: Promiscuous and Protean," summarizes the dialectical position well:

In a nutshell, I propose that agency (1) is communal and participatory, hence, both constituted and constrained by externals that are material and symbolic; (2) is "invented" by authors who are points of articulation; (3) emerges in artistry and craft; (4) is effected through form; and (5) is perverse, that is, inherently protean, ambiguous, open to reversal. (2005, p. 2)

Notably, Campbell's statement on the state of agency does not attempt to reverse the posthumanist turn, but rather, sets-out to reconcile the theoretical perspectives of Judith Butler and Michelle Balif with close textual reading practices that, until the crisis of agency, were assumed to have singular, self-transparent authors. Similarly, John Lucaites' call to jettison agency as a concept and locate it, instead, in historically particular rhetorical performances "in relationship to a set of perceived or constituted tensions . . . between cultural, institutional, and technological norms and structures" is a theoretical compromise: agency is best understood on a case-by-case basis, leading to multiplicity of conceptions of agency (2003, paras. 1-2). Carolyn R. Miller's recharacterization of agency as an attribution that makes certain kinds of symbolic action possible also figures a subject's actions between the constraints of an exterior and the motives of an interior (2007).

The most widely known, explicitly dialectical positions on agency in rhetorical studies, however, are those of James Arnt Aune, Dana Cloud, and other Marxist critics. For example, critical of certain posthumanist theories of agency (namely, those of Greene), Cloud, Macek, and Aune argue that social groups, especially class-based groups, harbor a real capacity for political action: Either workers and their allies claim the real agency of that they possess and take the chance of making a world in which they are free in body as well as mind; or they resign themselves to generation after generation of grinding exploitation, settling for the meaningful but insufficient consolations of sporadic, creative, ungrounded, and symbolic resistance. (2006, p. 81) Agency is featured as something to be possessed, however, that possession is only sufficiently political in groups. To believe that one can individually effect political change, or worse, to believe that one is powerless to effect political change, is to succumb to oppressive structures, economic and otherwise. Again, agency is located in the tensions between a larger structure and the (collective) subject (also see Jameson 1977).

Finally, the third and increasingly unpopular way that scholars have addressed the question of agency is by simply avoiding it. Avoidance is usually achieved by recourse to pragmatic or rehabilitative humanism, both of which amplify classical notions of volunteerism in the name of "tradition." Recourse to pedagological ends is a frequent pragmatic argument that is made to side-step the challenge of posthumanism. For example, responding to Lundberg and Gunn's negative theology of the subject, Lisa Strom Villadsen writes that even if one concedes that

the general discussion of rhetorical agency has its share of jargon, that does not force us to accept the authors' radically "hospitable" conceptualization of rhetorical agency as something that "possesses" an agent. Where they see an unproductive element of "ontotheology" in rhetorical theory and criticism, I suggest a focus on the need, especially in pedagogical contexts, for more accessible discussions of rhetorical agency in rhetorical criticism. Moreover, even if some of the theoretical discussion about rhetorical agency repeats traditional thoughts on rhetoric in a new vocabulary, this does not necessarily undercut its significance. Rather, it may promote the accessibility of new ideas to students and researchers alike by virtue of moving from the familiar to the unfamiliar. Thus, I maintain that by studying rhetorical agency as it is played out in fairly familiar rhetorical forms . . . and from a perspective of classically based theory . . . we stand to enhance our understanding of a concept as it is applied in specific acts of rhetorical criticism. (2008, p. 29)

We cite Villadsen at some length to underscore the labor required to avoid the posthumanist critique. Dismissing an argument because it is deemed inaccessible for the classroom seems strange, yet it is a pragmatic-humanist move that is sometimes made (e.g., Geisler, 2005).

The counterpart to the pragmatic retreat, however, is the kind of rehabilitative humanism that asserts agency involves a self-conscious, self-transparent subject who is condemned to make choices, and in so doing, directs the course of her life entirely by will alone: magical volunterism. In light of the posthumanist critique, as well as the negotiation with the project of the posts represented in the dialectical position, a return to any radical form of volunteerism seems not only nostalgic, but righteously wrong-headed. Yet this is the position that Foss, Waters, and Armada curiously advocate, and to which we now turn.

II. The Perils of Positive Thinking: Agentic Orientation as Make-Believe

. . . there is no hypothetical moment in which agency actually gets 'free' of structure; it is not, in other words, some pure Kantian transcendental will.

--Mustafa Emirbayer & Ann Mische (1998, p. 1004)

So far we have rehearsed three basic positions in relation to the crisis of agency among rhetorical scholars: the posthumanist embrace, the dialectical negotiation, and avoidance via the pragmatic or rehabilitative humanist retreat. We have reviewed these many stances on agency to properly contextualize Foss, Waters, and Armada's essay as one that summarily ignores decades of research on agency-especially those studies that would challenge their understanding. Moreover, we find their deliberate avoidance of the posthumanist challenge to rhetorical theory troubling.2 By failing to engage posthumanism and to properly contextualize their intervention in rhetorical studies, Foss, Waters, and Armada advance an under-researched theory of agency that many readers of the Journal of Communication-especially those who are not steeped in the rhetorical literature-may mistake as legitimate or reflective of a common stance taken among rhetorical scholars. Quite to the contrary: Foss, Waters, and Armada's theory of agentic orientation is actually a regression to an understanding of the subject few rhetorical scholars still hold, as most have adopted either the posthumanist or dialectical stance. Although we subscribe to different positions on agency ourselves (one of us embraces posthumanism, the other, dialectical agency), it is nevertheless our intent to put an end to the naïve and politically harmful embrace of magical voluntarism in Communication Studies. Too much labor and thought has been invested in pushing theory forward toward more complex, nuanced, and critical understandings of subjectivity and agency to allow Foss, Waters, and Armada's theory to stand uncontested.

They Know Why the Caged Bird Sings: Lola's "Almost Magical Power"

Foss, Waters, and Armada presumably advance their theory in response to Lucaite's call for a standpoint-dialectical approach to agency, yet what they end up advancing is a "rhetorical mechanism" that privileges an individual agent who "may choose any agentic orientation and produce any outcome they desire" (33). After a simplistic, paragraph-long review of extant literature, they define their project in the following way:

We want to take the conversation about rhetoric and agency in a somewhat different direction [than reviewed approaches], which is to theorize a rhetorical mechanism-agentic orientation-that provides various options for the enactment of agency. Agentic orientation is a pattern of interaction that predisposes an individual to a particular enactment of agency. Thus, it is not unlike Bordieu's (1990) "habitus, systems of durable, transposable dispositions, structured structures predisposed to function as structuring structures" (p. 10). Although a construct that others have referenced (Emirbayer & Mische, 1998, p. 964), agentic orientation has not been sufficiently developed to constitute a practice option for understanding agency. Our aim in this essay is to explicate the nature and function of agentic orientation and the options available to agents through its application. (206)

They then turn to the German film Run Lola Run and extract a tripartite scheme for analyzing agentic orientation in terms of "structure," or the ways in which a subject interprets his or her situation; "act," or the selection of a response to the situation; and "outcome," which refers to the result of a subject's interpretation and choice of action.

As many readers are likely aware, Tom Tykwer's Run Lola Run is a fast-paced action film about a young woman, Lola (played by Franka Potente) and her partner, Manni (played by Moritz Bleitreu). The basic plot is simple: after mistakenly losing the money of a gangster boss, Lola and Manni are forced to come up with 100,000 deutsche marks or Manni will likely be killed. The film unfolds in three parts, each part representing different choices and different results, much like a video-game in which one has three "lives" to with the game. After defining agency as "action that influences or exerts some degree of control" (p. 7), Foss, Waters, and Armada characterize the three "runs" of the film as "victim," as "supplicant," and as "director." In the first run they argue Lola adopts the persona of victim because she understands her structural situation as controlling; her response is self-inflicted punishment (in the film she dies; pp. 209-212). The authors characterize the second run as a Foucauldian accession to the demands of her situation; Lola thus results to "petitioning" the hegemonic structure for help, and again is unsuccessful (Manni dies; pp. 212-215). Finally, analyzing the third run, Foss, Waters, and Armada argue that Lola interprets her structural conditions as possible resources and responds by "innovating." Manni and Lola "use rhetoric to act and direct themselves," they argue, and in ways that often appear extraordinary:

The power that results when individuals engage their worlds as directors is demonstrated in the third run. . . . Lola has come at last to awareness and adoption of the powerful agency of the director. Lola's apparent ability to control the roulette wheel in the casino through the unusual act of a scream also suggests such power. As she leaves the casino, the bystanders who gather to watch her go are awestruck by her power . . . . they recognize that Lola has freed herself from the game of chance. Lola's healing of the security guard in the ambulance is another example of her almost magical power. . . . Because the source of her power is her own interpretation, which is free from the influence, control, or determination of structure, she has unlimited access to innovate rhetorical options. (p. 218-219)

Of course, bending the laws of physics and biology is magic, but instead of acknowledging this fact, Foss, Waters, and Armada move to characterize and advocate the perspective advanced by Run Lola Run as one that "is in tune with a tenet acknowledged by a number of diverse perspectives, ranging from social constructionism to quantum physics. Simply put, it is that symbols create reality" (220). Such a view, of course, is certainly the opposite of posthumanist perspectives on agency that acknowledge constructionism but reverses the direction of agency to the exterior. Such a view is also a very far cry from any dialectical approach, which would acknowledge and identify the limits and possibilities for action in respect to oppressive structures. Rather, this magical perspective has more in common with that of Rhonda Byrne, who also aligns "the secret" with quantum physics in terms of the law of attraction: "through this most powerful law, your things become the things in your life. Your thoughts become things" (p. 9)! Of course, in real physics opposites attract and thoughts do not metamorphose into material objects. In magic, however, all things are possible!

Magical Agency! Run Lola Run as The Secret

Before we advance our alternative reading of a "text," it is important to underscore that Foss, Waters, and Armada have taken the term "agentic orientation" from a ground-breaking essay in the field of sociology by Mustafa Emirbayer and Ann Mische (1998), "What is Agency?" Although Emirbayer and Mische's essay is frequently cited and spans some 61 pages in length, Foss, Waters, and Armada argue that "agentic orientation has not been sufficiently developed to constitute a theoretical and practical option for understanding agency" (206). Attention to Emirbayer and Mische's theory reveals, however, that the kind of sufficient development Foss, Waters, and Armada had in mind was simply to ignore it:

Theoretically, our central contribution is to begin to reconceptualize human agency as a temporally embedded process of social engagement, informed by the past (in its habitual aspect), but also oriented toward the future (as a capacity to imagine alternative possibilities) and toward the present (as a capacity to contextualize past habits and future projects . . . ). The agentic dimension of social action can only be captured in its full complexity, we argue, if it is analytically situated within the flow of time. (963)

Emirbayer and Mische continue by arguing the situation is more complicated when we also situate "structural contexts" for agency as "temporal as well as relational fields" (964). For them, agentic orientation is not simply an interpretation of possible responses to structure, but a temporal orientation. Paradoxically, even though Run Lola Run is fundamentally about "do-overs"-going back in time and imagining possible futures-Foss, Waters, and Armada choose to focus on atemporal personae; they neglect to note that the "orientation" of the original conception of "agentic orientation" refers to temporal structures. Moreover, Emirbayer and Mische insist that "there is no hypothetical moment in which agency actually gets 'free' of structure; it is not, in other words, some pure Kantian transcendental will" (p. 1004). And yet Foss, Waters, and Armada argue that independent of "economic and other structural conditions," individuals may choose any agentic orientation and produce any outcome they desire" (p. 223). In short, Foss, Waters, and Armada have grossly mischaracterized and misapplied Emirbayer and Mische's dialectical understanding of "agentic orientation," transforming it into something quite different-quite, well, monolithic.

Rather that attempt to advance the "correct" application of agentic orientation to Run Lola Run, we think it would be more respectful to Emirbayer and Mische's work at this juncture to simply replace the concept with a term that better describes Foss, Waters, and Armada's position: magical volunteerism. As we previously noted, magical volunterism refers to the deliberate misrecognition of structural limitation and the ways in which an individual's ability to act is constrained or repressed by economic logics, oppressive ideologies, and material arrangements.3 A comparison of Foss, Waters, and Armada's theory of magical volunterism to Rhonda Byrne's The Secret helps us to better identify its mystical, quasi-religious idealism.

Notes

[1] As we explain below, "recognition" is something of a problem: how does one discern the limits of individual agency? How does one know something oppressive is at hand? The answer is dialogical: one requires others for recognition. Radical individualism is, in this sense, synonymous with magical voluntarism.

[2] We should disclose that one of us was an original, blind reviewer for Foss, Waters, and Armada's essay, and that these claims were made in the blind review to the authors. Instead of choosing to address the problem posthumanism posed for their theory, they simply cut out any discussion of the crisis of agency altogether. In short, our critique came after the authors passed up an opportunity to address the issue.

[3] As we explain below, "recognition" is something of a problem: how does one discern the limits of individual agency? How does one know something oppressive is at hand? The answer is dialogical: one requires others for recognition. Radical individualism is, in this sense, synonymous with magical voluntarism.

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That's all for now! I got to get ready to meet a friend in anticipation of the Clinton and Obama debate!

encomium for morena

Music: Travis: The Boy With No Name (2007)

What is becoming to a city are good people, to a body beauty, to a soul wisdom, to an action virtue, and the opposites of these are downright nasty-ugly. Women and men and speech and deed and city and stuff should get shout-outs if they're shout-out-worthy and totally dissed if they suck. That's why it's the duty of any dude worth his shit to get righteous for folks that need a little righteousness, and to talk shit about people who lie. Therefore, the right thing to do is to defend Morena from the imbeciles who do not understand she is one badass actor who needs more work. Morena, who has inspired countless sci-fi nerds to make out with Rosie Palmer. I mean, ok, her name ain't an omen or nothing like that, I'll give you that. But for my part, by introducing her picture and describing how she inspired me to lick the arm of my sofa, Morena Baccarin will be proven the most beautiful, righteous, and sexy actor that ever lived. No shit.

Actually, I just need a diversion from myself. I've been trying out a lot of new recipes (tonight: chicken noodle soup). And I've been watching Firefly DVDs this month, and I must admit the place in my fantasy world occupied by Naomi Watts is now rented by Morena Baccarin. I think it was King Kong that led to Naomi's eviction. And my learning about the existence of Morena. Wow, I think I'd saw off my own foot for dinner with her. But unfortunately, Morena hasn't been in many movies and such. Have y'all seen her in anything since Firefly? Does she have a private sex tape that has been leaked? Like Watts she can act; she's really good in Firefly. She defies the common assumption that beauty does not entail talent. Acting takes brains. A lot of folks, for example, think Brad Pitt is a dolt; he's not. He's a smart guy and does a good job. Every actor in Firefly is amazingly attractive, but they all act pretty damn well. I'm impressed. What a great show, too (too bad it was cancelled). But most importantly, Morena inspires feelings I've not felt since I was, oh, ten years old and discovered dad's magazine cache under the bathroom sink.

happy vd!

Music: DJ Yeshu: Philophobia 2008 (2008)

It's that glorious time of year when we celebrate the commercial invention of love! And what better way to get your love on that by jammin' to some tunes? I'm continuing my decade-long tradition of valentine's day CD mixes this year with a mix for you lovers and, of course, a mix for all you haters. You'll need a download agent for these joshcasts:

Audio: lil' heart-shaped beasties 2008

CD insert (PDF): lil' heart-shaped beasties 2008

Audio: philophobia 2008

CD insert (PDF): philophobia 2008

In years past I used to burn all the CDs and mail them to friends and family. I regret the enterprise has simply become too large to make this cost effective, so I’m hoping this new joshcast method pleases just as well. Enjoy!

foreclosure

Music: Ciccone Youth: The Whitey Album (1988)

Yesterday I finished a draft of a critical essay on the film Fight Club that I am coauthoring with Tom Frentz. It's our second project together and not likely to be our last because, well, because writing together is a blast! The essay began as Tom's counterargument to the work of Brookey and Westerfelhaus, who use Freud to critique Fight Club as a heteronormative exploration of homoerotic desire. Tom thought it was odd that they ignore the role of mother in the film. I think it is too, since the film seems to chronicle the Narrator's attempt to disassociate from mother/dependency/capitalism. I was invited to tie Tom's reading to contemporary anxities about masculinity, which I've tied into primary identification. The essay ended up becoming a warning about the decline of father figures in our time, which I tie into murderous rampages on the one hand and cutting on the other (the pivotal scene in Fight Club, for example, is the self-mutilation with lye, an attempt to inscribe the paternal metaphor literally on the body).

This essay is the second of three essay I have planned to work on concerning fathers. The first one just came out in CSMC ("Father Trouble"); this one with Tom is about to ship out ("Fight for Father"); and I have in mind a third essay---perhaps co-written with Chris Lundberg, though he doesn't know this yet---on the public psychosis of Tom Cruise, which I've blogged about before. Yet before I move on to these projects, I have to shift back to Zombies with Shaun, and then try to get some of my own book written (which is what I'm on leave to do anyway).

On a completely unrelated tangent: I'm this close [holds fingers very close together] from leaving RSA and boycotting the damn conference. Although the conference is not until the END OF MAY, they're threatening to drop people from the program if they don't register by THIS FRIDAY, four freakin' months early. What is wrong with the RSA leadership? I've already lost a co-author because she was turned off by RSA's silly super-early stance. I mean, first we complain that no more conventions should be held in five star hotels (maybe full professors can afford that, but I cannot); now the blue-blood urge is demanding super-early payment. WTF? I'm not happy with RSA.

Ok, so, now that my gripe is out of my system, some writing from yesterday. I'm not sure I have my Lacanian concepts straight (e.g., the relationship between the paternal metaphor/Name-of-the-Father/castration), but I think I managed to pump out a rather lucid yet economical explanation of foreclosure as the onset of psychosis. Let's see if this makes sense to anyone:

Perhaps the most important element of Lacan's re-reading of the Freudian Oedipal myths concerns the way in which he applied them to the "real world." Our contemporary concern with the "crisis of masculinity" and the (presumably) increasing paucity of paternal role models reflects a concern during Lacan's time as well. Dylan Evans explains:

Lacan's emphasis on the importance of the father can be seen as a reaction against the tendency of [popular psychoanalytic theories in Britain and the United States] to place the mother-child relation at the heart of psychoanalytic theory. In opposition to this tendency, Lacan continually stresses the role of the father as a third term who, by mediating the imaginary dual relation between mother and child, saves the child from psychosis and makes possible an entry into social existence. The father is thus more than a mere rival with whom the subject competes for the mother's love; he is the representative of the social order as such, and only by identifying with the father in the Oedipus complex can the subject gain entry to this order. (61)

Unless something mediates the original dyadic relation between mother than child, the child is caught in a scene of false plenitude and subject to the unbridled enjoyment of the mother. Broadly conceived, psychosis denotes a state in which an individual has not succumbed to the law and integrated the "paternal metaphor," an individual who has not accepted the symbolic order as one that bars certain kinds of enjoyment (e.g., incest). Extending Freud's concept of Verwerfung ("repudiation"), Lacan terms this failure to integrate and separate the "foreclosure of the Law-of-the-Father" (Écrits 481). "What is perceptible in the phenomenon of everything that takes place in psychosis," asserts Lacan, "is that it is a question of the subject's access to a signifier as such and the impossibility of that access" (Book III, 321). The Name-of-the-Father is Lacan's term for the signifier as such, the first or fundamental signifier.

If sex is not (initially) consequential in Lacan's rendering of the Oedipal, then why does he denote the first signifier as the Name-of-the-Father? The first reason is historical and cultural: "It is in the name of the father that we must recognize the basis of the function which, since the dawn of historical time, has identified his person with the figure of the law" (Écrits 230). Evans also stresses "the name of the father" is a homophonic play on "the 'no' of the father" in French (119), hence, "the name of the father" is phrase that denotes simultaneously the introduction of language into a subject's being and the first conception of recalcitrance and limit: "no!" Culturally the figure associated with the power of "no!" is the father or the state, both of which are coded masculine (for constructed, not essential, reasons). Finally, in his seminar on psychoses Lacan capitalizes the phrase to denote more specific functions: the Name-of-the-Father also denotes a signifier that "fixes" the swirl of incoherent signifiers, experienced by a young subject as meaningless babble, by first conferring identity (literally in terms of one's sir-name, which gives one a place in the social-symbolic order) and second by locating limits ("thou shalt not"; Evans 119). Hence, foreclosure of the Name-of-the-Father betokens an uncertain social position ("who am I?") and ignorance about what is and is not permissible in the world. Foreclosure thus results in psychosis, however, this does not necessarily mean one will behave psychotically. Psychotic behavior only results when one confronts an inadmissible signifier—-which is almost always a crisis of identity brought about by a life event, a trauma, and so on.

Understood as a failure to accept limits or internalize one's identity, psychosis is thus a kind of infinite, narcissistic regress prior to sexual differentiation, prior to the object-choice of secondary identification, a failure to be "cut" or "castrated" by the symbolic order such that one can get some distance between objects and the names for those objects. Consequently there is no "difference" in psychosis. The failure to complete the Oedipus Complex thus results in a psychosis which is neither homosocial nor homoerotic: psychosis is simply homohomohomo-ad inifinitim, as the individual has no sense of (m)Other, only an undifferentiated, whole, and unmediated sense of self without limits. In this reading, what Westerfelhaus and Brookey identify as "homoeroticism" in Fight Club must be strictly situated in "extra-text," in the reception of spectators who are primed, for example, to see Brad Pitt's half-naked body as a homoerotic tease because of the Hollywood star-system. Within the diagetic space of the film itself, however, the Narrator's charged relation to Tyler represents psychosis, a deadlock of primal or primary narcissism that results in eruptions of violence toward the self or others.

i dream of judy

Music: Tom Waits: Rain Dogs (1987)

After a rather impressive poetry reading at 12th Street Books last night, I cut out of the post-reading festivities to hit the sack early. Three weeks of traveling, playing, and driving have worn me out. No travels planned until May. I want to write, visit with friends, cook, and garden.

Anyhoo, last night was one of those dream-filled nights, visitations by one strange working-through after another, a stream of anxieties and hopes and a rumbling dull burn of indigestion. I dreamed of living on a farm in the valley of a mountainous place. I dreamed playing in an alternative rock band. I dreamed my dog got his head mysteriously stuck in his kennel.

Of the more memorable dreams: I am in the basement of some university building in a windowless room, a hanging light illuminates a large, brown table, around which are four uncomfortable, wooden chairs. I am with some faceless, nameless male friend and colleague. We are to receive Judith Butler and Slavoj Zizek, who have come to Austin for some conference or another, but who wanted to spend some time with us.

After joking for some time with my faceless friend, there is a knock on the steel door (it resembles the door of a bank vault). It is Judy and Slavoj, who enter with large grins and gestures of goodwill. Everyone hugs, Slavoj produces a bottle of scotch. We sit at the table, joking, smiling, and Judy produces a copy of my book. "Do you mind if we talk about your work?" she asks. "No, lets," I say eagerly, ready for praise. Judy opens the book to one of many tabbed pages, reads a line, and asks: "what did you mean by this?" The questioning becomes gradually pointed, until she asks me to read a rather long passage near the end of the book. "Where did you get that?" she asks in an accusatory tone. I am flummoxed as I suddenly realize my passage is plagiarized. I wake up.

Of course, there are many obvious things to say about this dream, although none of them likely get at the "dream-thoughts." That would take the help of a trained analyst who knows me well. But at least on the surface, Freud tells us that dreams are often comprised of a collage of snippets, memories, and scripts from the previous day and week. For example, I was speaking with colleagues recently about individuals who might review my tenure file. Both Slavoj and Judy were mentioned as possible people to review my stuff. I think that would be really cool, but Slavoj is impossible to get and I'm not sure Judy would be a good choice because much of my work is best contextualized in terms of Communication Studies. It's not terribly necessary for me to have folks from "outside."

Perhaps another anxiety fueling the dream concerns a recent book review that Jen M. and John L. brought to my attention via bookforum. I found the review many weeks ago and didn't think much of it, as it appears in what I considered a rather obscure esoteric studies journal. Well, thanks to bookforum the review is not so obscure, and it's not a positive review. The author argues my book is ok as a rhetorical exercise, but is ultimately a failure ("partial success") because I don't engage current work in esoteric studies that would question my guiding assumptions. Much of this work was published after my book was written. Moreover, the author fails to specify why, exactly, I must address John Dee or Agrippa in a study focused on the twentieth century. The author also never specifies how work in esoteric studies on these figures challenges or contradicts my arguments about the Platonic and neo-Platonic character of modern occult rhetoric, which is Platonic in character. So, I've been a little pissy about that, you know, seeing someone get away with a bunch of unfair claims about my work without offering any evidence. I can take criticism, I just prefer that it be fair criticism.

I'm a sensitive boy. So I dream of Judy.

I'd also report my sex dream, but I think it says something embarrassing about the cleanliness of my condo and the mounds of laundry I've yet to work through.

(delayed) response to romney's coming-out

Music: The Smiths: Louder Than Bombs (1987)

I've just returned from a visit to Denton, where I saw Karlyn Kohrs Campbell deliver an inspiring (and biting) talk on women and the presidency. I'm always wowed by her talents as a speaker, and particularly awestruck by the way in which Karlyn's passion is palpable in a room when she speaks. Standing ovation, of course, and well deserved. I'll have more to say about Hillary and the hatred she invites in future blog-posts because this election is going to be downright nasty. Everyone brace yourselves, cause you're gonna hear crap come out of the mouths of pundits you've never heard in years past, not even from Ann Coulter. Romney's bowing-out speech, which he delivered at a conservative politico or "CPAC" meeting last Thursday, is a good predictor.

The graduate students at the Denton conference were a buzz; they thought the speech was something like a reveal, a sort of fascist coming-out party, while others characterized it as simply nutty. Murphy isolates this line as particularly strange:

The attack on faith and religion is no less relentless. And tolerance for pornography—even celebration of it—and sexual promiscuity, combined with the twisted incentives of government welfare programs have led to today’s grim realities: 68% of African American children are born out-of-wedlock, 45% of Hispanic children, and 25% of White children. How much harder it is for these children to succeed in school—and in life. A nation built on the principles of the founding fathers cannot long stand when its children are raised without fathers in the home.

John comments that "in Mitt's world, pornography and welfare are indistinguishable and they cause illegitimacy. Oh boy." He then takes issue with the characterization of the "founding fathers," many of whom Murphy underscores were pretty naughty. What interests me, however, is the porn and implicit racism of linking it to African American children: what is the underlying warrant, the reasoning linking the claim that tolerance of pornography and promiscuity leads to high single parent household rates among blacks and Hispanics? Of course, it is the racist bromide that African Americans and Hispanics are fucking machines, animals that cannot control their desires. Uh, hello? Are rhetoricians the only folks in the United States that can speak the subtext? If Obama is the dem candidate, we're in for something very nasty this fall.

Of course, Romney's racist speech is rife with other –obias and –isms that lurk in its wordy preconscious, all of them linked to sex---and I mean that in both senses. To get at the sex in Romney, it's helpful to take a peek at the argumentative structure of the speech:

  • "America" is great because of its culture.
  • "American" culture is distinguished by three values: (1) hard work and the economic opportunity made possible by a good education; (2) belief in deity; (3) a commitment to sacrifice for the greater good.
  • American culture is threatened by three corresponding challenges: (1) welfare programs, which create dependency; (2) attacks on faith, which are fundamentally pornographic; (3) attacks on the family, which are fundamentally pornographic.
  • The consequence of these threats can be seen in Europe, which "is facing a demographic disaster."
  • American greatness is also challenged by "economic competition" in the world and threatened five things: (1) energy dependency; (2) government spending; (3) the erosion of the nuclear family; (4) the size of the government payroll; and (5) taxes.
  • Finally, the "greatest challenge facing America . . . : the threat of radical, violent jihad."

Romney, of course, concludes the speech by suggesting if he doesn't drop out, Clinton or Obama will win, and thus, so too will the terrorists.

I guess I'm not as alarmed as my colleagues by this speech, which could be seen as a very basic "conservative" speech playbook. First, you begin with the cultural issues (which, you'll see, is buoyed by the economic: America is great because of the ability to accumulate property, which God wants us to do). Then, you shift to the economic issues. Finally, you conclude with the fear. This is the very basic G-Dub speech structure; we're all familiar with it, down to the shout-outs to Jebus.

What is new here is the discussion of porn and the fear of pleasure. Pornography is synecdoche for libidinal desire itself, or better, for pleasure beyond bounds, jouissance, enjoyment beyond or irrelevant of the law, broadly conceived. Look at the logic of the argument he offers: America is great because of a culture that is founded on a family structure, which is threatened by the promiscuity encouraged by pornography. If you look more closely you'll see that Romney virtually collapses the "family" with "faith in deity." So what you have here is a sort of contest between the law and unbridled desire, the chaos of a state of nature (orgiastic anarchy) staved off by faith in the law represented by . . . yup, you guessed it: the (primal) father. Desire run amok is the cultural dynamic here that Romney suggests we should fear, and that the Republican party can help to stave off.

What's fascinating to me is that Romney's not really talking about pornography, but the cultural shift toward public enjoyment that we've witnessed in the last decade. The Mormons give him a certain vocabulary for discussing it, including the racist one: his "for example" of black people is certainly part of an icky American tradition, a kind of "fear of the primitive" reference. But we can use other vocabularies to discuss the same thing, of course, vocabularies that do not pose exclusion or hatred as a response.

Romney is right: pornography is becoming much more permissible. But porn is only a conspicuous symptom of something larger. Is the issue really porn, or rather, the logics of publicity and consumption fueled by enjoyment---capitalistic logics that urge us relentlessly, throughout the day, to enjoy! enjoy! or else? Have a coke and a smile. Eat a burger. Drink a beer. Buy this iPod, stick it in your ear, and drown out the social world! Here's a fleshlight: put your dick in it. Behind all porn is a machine, it's called capitalism, and it doesn't draw the line in front of opportunity when hits up against something called a family. In fact, one might argue pornography and "family" are mutually constitutive via various logics of secrecy.

Nevertheless, if we think about Romney's reference to pornography as simply transgressive consumption, I think he's kind of right. I think we are living in a time in which the ideology of publicity has hooked-up with the demand of capital in such a way that we are tempting a kind of social psychosis---a infinite spiral of narcissism that reduces the social to the logics of consumptive accumulation: how many friends can I collect on Myspace.com?

Religions have always dealt with psychotic threats by recourse to a father figure, both literally (a pope, a preacher, Joel Osteen) and abstractly (Mac Daddy Deity, God, Jehovah, the Big One), but this is no different than society as such, as Frederick Engels argued over a century ago. The family is an artificial structure first created for economic and libidinal reasons (e.g., Pateman's The Sexual Contract) and is now challenged for the same. Romney's diagnosis of cultural threat is correct, but his answer---reinforce familial structures by putting a lid on enjoyment---is sort of like too little too late.

I reckon that is what "conservative" means in today's political libido: hold it in, go back, retreat. Look you conservatives: it's too late, we're much too much permissive (which is why we're so hung-up here in the states, of course). You're playing a lost game: zero zero, party over, out of time. And I'm not so sure the Right will win this time with the Daddy Appeal, the "oh isn't that porn terrible??!!" when you and I are nevertheless glued to the set watching Dateline NBC catch teen predators. The question the Left needs to answer is: what rhetorical substitute for the father figure can "we" offer? How do we, in our current mediated climate, integrate the paternal metaphor in a way that staves off psychosis? Campbell's talk about women and the presidency defined the problem in terms of the double-bind women are put into: you must be tough and never cry, but if you are tough and never cry you are not properly maternal and therefore not a woman. Hillary's difficulty, in other words, is that she must offer herself as a paternal figure to succeed. "The real question is," said Campbell, "are we ready for a womanly president?"

We've never tried a womanly president. This is one of the reasons why I'm in favor of Obama.

super fat

Music: ABC News I've returned from my tour of Louisiana, just in time to catch the coverage of super-tewsdee and to escape the fatter one. Various responsibilities, in-limbo writing projects, and the fear of driving back to Tejas with thousands of hung-over people led me to believe cutting my Mardi Gras festivities by a day was wise, if not less fun. I'll be officially in my mid-thirties here and a few, and so, you know, I have to blunt my fun to act my age.

Just Joshing. There's little blunting, just an older body with a slower metabolism to deal with, more responsibility than I've ever known (how the hell did I get so responsible?), and animals . . . .

It was a much-needed connection, this communing with Louisiana family. I miss times together talking, meals at the Chimes, the Live Oaks and the laughter. I miss peformance studies, my colleagues who "get it" and "get me"---not that my colleagues in Texas don't, just that my colleagues in Texas don't "join in" like those at LSU still do---I miss the hugs. I don't miss all the smoking (man, people smoke in Louisiana like they do in Europe!). But everything else I miss. I still say if I had a family I'd be in Louisiana.

Anyhoo, this was my fifth Mardi Gras in Baton Rouge. It was the first year that I've ever seen a woman bear her breasts. This is significant, and not just because I'm a huge fan of breasts. I mean, breasts are grand! Really. They stand for comfort, among many other delightful things. But you must understand that Mardi Gras is typically a family affair, baudy and raunchy to be sure, but always (mostly) toddler friendly. If a breast appeared, it was on a cartoon flamingo or attached to a tot's face. This year a woman across the street on a white-trash vehicle kept flashing her boob, which was weird. I mean, we were all staring at her (and her boyfriend, a shirtless, cut guy with tattoos . . . tattoos that said "trailer bound" . . . but more about the aesthetics of tattoos later), we all enjoyed looking. But still, boob-flashing (or dick dragging) is something that's done in New Orleans for certain parades, but . . . well, it was just odd to see in Baton Rouge. That sort of thing is coded as "tacky" and "touristy," not something those who really "get it" would do. Oh, yeah: and one of the Krewes was throwing out dildos and vibrators in lieu of beads---also something very different. These things signified a change, perhaps something post Katrina, and I think the evolution of permissibility in today's world.

Now, some of you will find this shocking (but those of you who know me will not): I was disappointed by the boobies at the BR Mardi Gras. It was as if some sort of line was crossed. This was also the FIRST year we didn't have a cooler full of fruit juice boxes for the kids. It was like things were growing up and becoming . . . I dunno. It's hard to explain. Something changed about the parade. Today I did another newspaper interview (I do these at least once a month), and the story was about "America's obsession with celebrity." I found myself talking a lot about surveillance and the new complacency, how much we've allowed the State's gaze to look us over. Certainly at some macro level there is a relationship between the New Boobs at BR Mardi Gras and walking through an airport---a willful invitation, even, to be gazed at.

Well, hmm. Sorry folks, nothing smart here to say, just thinking aloud. And associating. I just bought the new Psychic TV album (it's ok, grows on you, but still not the old Psychic TV I came to love) and on a google search learned that Lady Jaye, Genesis' wife and "other half," died last October. Given the very public body-mod experimentation they were going through, it seems related somehow. That somehow is a public melancholy, one intimately tied to the same libidinal energies that underwrite carnival.

Well, hmm. Transgression. Makes me tired. I think I'll watch the primaries and keep hoping Obama lands more states than are projected. Oh, yeah, and here's a gallery of my recent travels. The roll starts with my visit with Trish and Gary (and their new stray take-in puppy), Jim and Michelle, and then the parades.

sex tapes

Music: Siouxsie & The Banshees: Peepshow (1988)

Apparently there is a "reality show" on the E! Channel titled Keeping Up with the Kardashians, a show that is a direct consequence of Kim's apprenticeship with Paris Hilton. A wealthy Beverly Hills socialite, Kardashian's celebrity status was catapulted by the release of a seemingly private sex tape made with rapper Ray J. With magazine appearances, one spread in Playboy, and now the show, Kim Kardashian has made it to the public screen.

What's astonishing to me is that this path to publics emerged relatively recently: in the past decade suddenly getting one's private(s) (self) noticed is a route to publicity, and increasingly one that celebrities do not seem terribly worried about. The circulation of one's amorous, nekkid life, however, is only the most extreme manifestation of a deeply entrenched logic hastened by the infrastructure of the Internet: for many Netizens, getting noticed may be more important than keeping the bedroom door shut. From collecting friends on MySpace to "To Catch Predator" shows on Dateline NBC to my own personal self-disclosures on this blog, increasingly publicizing what goes on in various privates is a means of public address (or public intercourse, if you prefer).

Recently I was invited to participate in the biannual Public Address conference in Madison, Wisconsin this fall. I about fell out of my chair. I am extremely flattered to be asked, but to say that I'm nervous about speaking for this audience is certainly an understatement. Why? Because (a) they are a very smart crowd known to value rigor and good writing; (b) I am usually not considered a public address scholar; and (c) people more centrally identified with public address may resent I get time on the program. Oh yeah, and (d) I was approached to speak on the topic of "sexuality in the republic." Hence, the sex tape. I am going define public address as a form of circulation, and discuss the sex tape as a condensation symbol for the libidinal economy that underwrites public discourse. I'm starting NOW because I want to have the argument all worked out, thought-through, and . . . you know, I want to do a very good job. Why? Oh, because of (e): the conference is intended to honor one of my mentors, Karlyn Kohrs Campbell. If anything I do not want to disappoint her!

In any event, I think I might be able to diffuse any resentment by simply stressing values and upbringing. Sloop and I have discussed how, on the one hand, folks who do cultural studies tend to think of us as public address scholars, but on the other hand, public address scholars think we are cultural studies. I think this is in part because both Sloop and me (and a host of others, like Dan Brouwer and Rob Asen, Dana Cloud, and so on) try to speak-across the different sub-areas of rhetorical studies. This results in what some would consider divided allegiances, but I don't really think so. To me, the most central work—the backbone—of rhetorical studies is public address, the rigorous, historical contextualization and close reading of texts. To say I don't do this simply isn't true (see meh book). Besides, I share the value set of public address scholars, and---wait for it, here it comes . . . ---some of my best friends and mentors are firmly public address!

I think I'll definitely frame my talk with some of that, and then shift to how my speaking at the conference has something to do with the changing nature of address itself: Undressing in front of cameras as a means of addressing publics and counter publics. YouTube videos of fellow cutters, slashing their arms and building communities through private pain. Circulating photos of classmates in compromising positions on cell phones. Contemporary capitalism's command, "enjoy, or else!" as Zizek puts it somewhere, is transforming modes of publicity into the logic of peeps. And while such enjoyment is libidinal, the object of the sex tape suggests, to me, it is really not about sex. Something else is being worked out and negotiated. It's my task for the next few months to think about what this something is, and then figure out how it impacts public address in ways that are not immediately obvious.

Stay tuned, as I'm sure I'll blog about this more in the months to come.