Richard Rorty, Voltairine de Cleyre, Peter Drucker and Clay Shirky walk into a bar…

…but then what happens?

And does any­body bother to write it down?

A recent dis­cus­sion at Crooked Tim­ber about pop under­stand­ing of Com­mu­nism and Steven Berlin Johnson’s excel­lent Where Good Ideas Come From focuses my gaze briefly on a strange con­flu­ence of atten­tion I’m hav­ing. The con­nec­tion is still vague and loose, but bear with me for a while.

Recently my attention’s been sortof equally spaced on:

…Amer­i­can Prag­ma­tism, via James and Dewey and cul­mi­nat­ing in Richard Rorty’s lat­ter works—which tend to be dis­missed as illog­i­cal by folks I respect, who know a lot more about big-​​P phi­los­o­phy than I do, but which some­how still res­onate with me.

…Anarchism—not the anti-​​globalism spray-​​painting vari­ety or the car­i­ca­tured bomb-​​throwing ter­ror­ist vari­ety, but the thought­ful sort spelled out by Michi­gan­der Voltairine de Cleyre a hun­dred years ago.

…Busi­ness and Work—not the power-​​grubbing fla­vor pop­u­lar among the Cham­bers of Com­merce and the Military-​​Entrepreneurship Machine, but the sort of self-​​adapting social dynam­ics focused on deliv­er­ing col­lec­tive, mutual value that Peter Drucker and the Agile Soft­ware move­ment call for.

…And of course the “new tech cul­ture” stuff we all love so much. I imag­ine you’re soak­ing in it, because you’re here: Mak­ers and inno­va­tors and net­works and open source. Emer­gence and com­plex­ol­ogy and decen­tral­iza­tion and OMG The Future!!eleven!

Four or more threads. This is the knot that’s caught my wordy atten­tion today.

Prag­ma­tism is a philo­soph­i­cal stance I might never have heard of—nor taken seri­ously if I had, given oth­ers’ prej­u­dice against it—if not for a pleas­ant ram­bling con­ver­sa­tion I had with Michael Cohen some years back.

It has fallen from our shared cul­tural plat­form, is not part of our canon.

Anar­chism I would surely have never con­sid­ered valid or wor­thy of atten­tion, were it not that I dig­i­tize and repub­lish old books (for fun), and I recently scanned my own copy of this work, which Google has already put online:

But who’s read this 100-​​year-​​old descrip­tion of what’s hap­pen­ing now, besides me? Nobody I know.

The Agile Man­i­festo (and the other design pat­terns for what you might call Humane Mak­ing) would prob­a­bly sound weird and use­less to me—after all, I started out as a sci­en­tist and aca­d­e­mic, and moved on to become the sort of cow­boy know-​​it-​​all con­sul­tant Founder. If it weren’t for time spent with Ron and Chet, and see­ing how they—and the count­less other Agile Coaches they’ve trained and inspired—have come to make a real dif­fer­ence in the qual­ity of people’s work.

And yet this move­ment starts even now to fall back into jar­gon and cant in the hands of corporatism.

And of course we’re all bathed con­stantly by the hoopla about social net­works and com­plex­ity the­ory and emer­gence and bio­engi­neer­ing and autonomous sys­tems and look this is the rev­o­lu­tion this time—no really we swear. I’ve had the luck and plea­sure to have actu­ally been in the room when a lot of that was being born. Not just dur­ing my too-​​short time spent work­ing with Chris and Stu and all the rest in Santa Fe, but also lurk­ing at the edges of the pre-​​Web Real­ity Hacker/​WELL cul­ture, and actu­ally using genetic pro­gram­ming as it buds and blooms into a New Kind of Engi­neer­ing [FYSW].

And yet despite my own awe as a par­tic­i­pant, I see the ridicu­lous Chaordic peo­ple and Man­age­ment Con­sul­tants gar­ner as much mind­share as the peo­ple who actu­ally help explain the world and make things.

I’m lucky, I say again, on all these counts, but frus­trated in each case.

Luck­ier than I can sum up. I’ve even started to forge some kind of “career”, and some­times we can really help how peo­ple work with this strange mish­mash of notions.

And more frus­trated than I can sum up, too. Because I’m start­ing to real­ize how lit­tle we see of the things at the edges of his­tory, away from the stars.

Is it just that His­tory is a machine we can­not see from inside? Ger­ald Stan­ley Lee, as I find so often, said some­thing lovely about the beauty of loco­mo­tives. But he was actu­ally say­ing some­thing deep about the beauty we should see in the “net­work of Man”:

Unless the word “beau­ti­ful” is big enough to make room for a glo­ri­ous, impe­ri­ous, world-​​possessing, world-​​commanding beauty like this, we are no longer its dis­ci­ples. It is become a play word. It lags behind truth.

In the con­text of the joy­ous Voice of the Machines—which you should go now and read aloud to one another—Lee’s mes­sage isn’t about find­ing metal pretty, it’s about how we should value things in the world. The poetry he sees in loco­mo­tives and telegraphs doesn’t just rebel against the aes­thetic canon that excludes the engineer’s work, it ques­tions the valid­ity of that canon itself. What inher­ent right does a Great Mas­ter have to our acco­lades, which we deny to a power grid’s architects?

I wish there were a thou­sand more like Ger­ald Stan­ley Lee, despite his mis­takes. Because of his mis­takes. His poetic vision revealed a com­mu­nity that was being fos­tered by mass media and tech­nol­ogy a cen­tury ago… but he never real­ized that fas­cism and com­mer­cial­ism would feed on that same raw material.

And I want more Stu Kauff­mans to point out the “adja­cent pos­si­ble” with­out know­ing much about Prag­ma­tism. More Steven John­sons to point out this real rev­o­lu­tion we’re in with­out always speak­ing cor­rectly about the his­to­ries of oth­ers’ ear­lier rev­o­lu­tions. And more Richard Rortys to explain how to be civil and tol­er­ant of one another’s dif­fer­ences, while dis­miss­ing the entire Enlight­en­ment as a mis­lead­ing sidebar.

We need these folks to make these mis­takes more often, not less.

We need more peo­ple to draw our atten­tion to use­ful things in the world, use­ful ways of liv­ing, with­out try­ing to be con­sis­tent and proper and right all the fuck­ing time.

I think what’s both­er­ing me is the Myth of Progress.

The mass media, our ubiq­ui­tous and con­sis­tent edu­ca­tion, our canon of the­ory? They’re not tools by which “the Man” oppresses, and they’re not going to “set us free” by reveal­ing the truth about the world; there is no “Man”, and the world doesn’t give a damn about what we say on NPR about it.

The risk these social forces pose is that the increased poten­tial for gen­eral and pop­u­lar suc­cess of smart peo­ple draws our local unsung lumi­nar­ies up and away. So they can talk amongst themselves.

And not with us.

We should be linked to one another by con­ver­sa­tions that look back and for­ward and down, and most of all side­ways at one another. Not just “up” at our lumi­nous col­leagues, our canon, but across at the friend we never sus­pected knew so much about that thing we were work­ing on together.

I’ve come to detest the con­sen­sus of shared cul­ture and its keep­ers, and our canon, and the news we’re told. I’m try­ing to rely more on the peo­ple in my pres­ence, and the peo­ple they know personally.

Not because I’m con­sid­er­ing tea­party­ism, but because I pity the famous, the great thinkers I used to hang out with. All of them that I’m lucky enough to know per­son­ally? They were thought­ful and self-​​effacing enough to know that there’s more of value in a mil­lion roil­ing dis­parate details they’ve never heard of, than can be aphorized in their best-​​selling book.

We’re all of us always wrong. I pity the famous, the canon-​​makers, the reveal­ers of truth, my pro­fes­sor friends because they’ve sac­ri­ficed their right to be wrong at the altar of Progress.

And as far as I can tell, that means they’re stuck; they’re not allowed to make mis­takes in public.

Lee also said this, on the topic of my very own frustration:

This out­look or glim­mer of vision I have tried to trace, for the art of crowds is some­thing we want, and want daily, in the future. We want daily a future. But, after all, it is a future.

I speak in this present chap­ter as one of the crowd who wants some­thing now.

I find myself in a world in which appar­ently some vast anony­mous arrange­ment was made about me and about my life, before I was born. This arrange­ment seems to be, as I under­stand it, that if I want to live while I am on this planet a cer­tain sort of life or be a cer­tain sort of per­son, I am expected prac­ti­cally to take out a per­mit for it from the proper authorities.

In the pre­vi­ous chap­ter I made a request of the author­i­ties, as per­haps the reader will remem­ber. I said, “I want to be good now.”

In this one I have a fur­ther request to make of the author­i­ties: “I want to be beautiful.”

I want to be beau­ti­ful now.

I find thou­sands of other peo­ple about me on every hand mak­ing these same two requests. I find that the author­i­ties do not seem to notice their requests any more than they have noticed mine.

Some of us have begun to sus­pect that we must have made the request in the wrong way. Per­haps we should not ask a world—a great, vague thing like the world in general—to make any slight arrange­ment we may need for being beau­ti­ful. We have come to feel that we must ask some­body in par­tic­u­lar, and do some­thing in par­tic­u­lar, and find some one in par­tic­u­lar with whom we can do it. There is get­ting to be but one course open to a man if he wants to be beau­ti­ful. He must bone down and work hard with his soul, make him­self see pre­cisely what it is and who it is stand­ing between him and a beau­ti­ful world. He must ask par­tic­u­lar per­sons in par­tic­u­lar posi­tions if they do not think he ought to be allowed to be beau­ti­ful. He must ask some mil­lion­aire prob­a­bly first—his employer, for instance—to stop get­ting in his way, and at least to step one side and let him rea­son with him. And when he can­not ask his millionaire—his own par­tic­u­lar hum­drum millionaire—to step one side and rea­son with him, he must ask iron-​​machines to step one side and rea­son with him. After this he must ask crowds to please to step one side and rea­son with him.

What­ever hap­pens, he is sure to find always these same three great, impon­der­able obstruc­tions in the way of his being beautiful—the hum­drum mil­lion­aires, the iron-​​machines, and crowds.

In the old days when any one wanted to be beau­ti­ful he found it more con­ve­nient. There was very likely some one who was more beau­ti­ful than he was nearby, some one who found him crav­ing the same thing that he had craved, and who rec­og­nized it and delighted in it, and who could make room and help.

Nowa­days, if one wants to be beau­ti­ful one must ask every­body. Every man finds it the same. He must ask mil­lions of peo­ple to let him be some­thing, one after the other in rows, that they do not want him to be or do not care whether he is or not. He has to ask more peo­ple than he could count, before he dies, to let him be beau­ti­ful. Many of them that he has to ask, some­times most of them, are his inferiors.

I have tried to deal with how it is going to be pos­si­ble for a man to break through to being beau­ti­ful, past mil­lion­aires and past iron-​​machines. I would like now to deal with the people-​​machines or crowds, and how per­haps to break past them and be beau­ti­ful in behalf of them, in spite of them.…

So what shall we do on behalf of—and in spite of—these bright thinkers, own­ers of the canon we are taught as mem­bers of this crowd Lee talks about?

I’d like to free them, per­son­ally. Free them from the ter­ri­ble price they pay when they sac­ri­fice their par­tic­i­pa­tion.

If noth­ing else, we should at least try to build another one. Some other canon. Maybe a bunch.

Maybe one where we have no inten­tion of try­ing to get our story straight, so that it gibes with our most recent global “objec­tive real­ity” or the lat­est faceting of his­tory. One where the notion of Progress—whether it’s progress towards unmask­ing Ulti­mate Real­ity, or achiev­ing Per­fect Health, or plan­ning and exe­cut­ing (in either sense) The Most Appro­pri­ate Gov­ern­ment, or even just mak­ing every­body happy—is dead. No more Progress; just progress.

How about we change gears? Maybe we can try mak­ing our neigh­bors’ lives bet­ter. “Neigh­bor” doesn’t have to be local, or even phys­i­cal: it just needs to mean not every­body, and not all the same def­i­n­i­tion of “bet­ter”.

In other words, let’s just pro­ceed as though that canon we’ve all been wear­ing out from overuse wasn’t the only one, and see what happens.

Who knows? Maybe we won’t wear out the “reg­u­lar” one so quickly, if we don’t all use it all the time.

What will you do today instead of the thing every­body knows you should?

And so, it is, without fail, punctuated, in a punctual manner, as it were.

From the Pref­ace to vol­ume 1 of The West­ern Lit­er­ary Mag­a­zine, and Jour­nal of Edu­ca­tion, Sci­ence, Arts and Morals by George Brew­ster, 1854, Cleveland.

As it was our inten­tion, when we com­menced it, to give it, if pos­si­ble, an endur­ing per­ma­nency, we have admit­ted, of course, no news or gos­sip of the day into its pages, pos­sess­ing merely a tem­po­rary inter­est; and it will, there­fore, con­sti­tute a mis­cel­la­neous vol­ume of last­ing value, suit­able to be bound up and pre­served in the library of the fam­ily, as inter­est­ing in one age as in another, and just as desir­able to be perused, by those who have not read it, the sec­ond year of its exis­tence, as the first.

To the tune of the “Battle Hymn of the Republic”

[from Facts Mag­a­zine, Novem­ber 1, 1919]

Go ahead. Sing it.

Place Your Dough Through Greene”

There is green upon the water;
There is green upon the land.
There’s a House of Greene in Boston
Built to lend a help­ing hand.
To the man with lazy dol­lars,
Who thinks it would be grand
To be an inde­pen­dent guy.

Cho­rus
Glory! Glory! To the Greene Plan,
To the preacher and base­ball fan,
To the mil­lion­aire and ice man
Who place their dough through Greene.

There shines a light along the road
That means “full speed ahead!“
And those who grasp its mean­ing
Know the truth can­not be dead.
Their sym­pa­thy for all of those,
Who take Greene light for red,
They’ve got their sig­nals mixed.

Cho­rus
Glory! Glory! To the Greene Plan,
To the preacher and base­ball fan,
To the mil­lion­aire and ice man
Who place their dough through Greene.

etc etc

Dewey’s “Pattern of Inquiry”: money shot

From John Dewey’s Logic: The The­ory of Inquiry, by way of John J. McDermott’s The Phi­los­o­phy of John Dewey: The Struc­ture of Expe­ri­ence, this sum­mary of Dewey’s own chap­ter on the nature of inquiry.

In par­tic­u­lar, this strikes me as some­thing that bears on many dis­cus­sions I’ve had about machine learn­ing and mod­ern sta­tis­tics. And it reminds me of a cul­tural prob­lem I’ve been wrestling with among genetic pro­gram­ming researchers and oper­a­tions research peo­ple for some time. And would be use­ful in explain­ing the ped­a­gogy and prac­tice of engi­neer­ing “crafts­man­ship”, and more specif­i­cally that of soft­ware development.

Oh, and com­plex sys­tems research and emer­gence, too. That’s in there, somehow.

So you can see why I might think it’s impor­tant to understand.

I can’t quite put my fin­ger on it, but some­thing in here—perhaps obfus­cated by what today we might per­ceive as a dif­fi­cult style, but which is an attempt to con­vey very spe­cific con­cepts in a way that tries to avoid misunderstanding—is vital to many threads in mod­ern life. In par­tic­u­lar, some­thing deeply impor­tant hap­pens down in the last para­graph, where I’ve high­lighted it.

I would love to have a cor­re­spon­dent who could dis­cuss this pro­duc­tively. Per­haps one might be found to read the orig­i­nal Dewey, or even the few sur­round­ing pages extracted in McDermott’s sum­mary, and tell me just what it is I’m respond­ing to?

…Inquiry is the directed or con­trolled trans­for­ma­tion of an inde­ter­mi­nate sit­u­a­tion into a deter­mi­nately uni­fied one. The tran­si­tion is achieved by means of oper­a­tions of two kinds which are in func­tional cor­re­spon­dence with each other. One kind of oper­a­tions deals with ideational or con­cep­tual subject-​​matter. This subject-​​matter stands for pos­si­ble ways and ends of res­o­lu­tion. It antic­i­pates a solu­tion, and is marked off from fancy because, or, in so far as, it becomes oper­a­tive in insti­ga­tion and direc­tion of new obser­va­tions yield­ing new fac­tual mate­r­ial. The other kind of oper­a­tions is made up of activ­i­ties involv­ing the tech­niques and organs of obser­va­tion. Since these oper­a­tions are exis­ten­tial they mod­ify the prior exis­ten­tial sit­u­a­tion, bring into high relief con­di­tions pre­vi­ously obscure, and rel­e­gate to the back­ground other aspects that were at the out­set con­spic­u­ous. The ground and cri­te­rion of the exe­cu­tion of this work of empha­sis, selec­tion and arrange­ment is to delimit the prob­lem in such a way that exis­ten­tial mate­r­ial may be pro­vided with which to test the ideas that rep­re­sent pos­si­ble modes of solu­tion. Sym­bols, defin­ing terms and propo­si­tions, are nec­es­sar­ily required in order to retain and carry for­ward both ideational and exis­ten­tial subject-​​matters in order that they may serve their proper func­tions in the con­trol of inquiry. Oth­er­wise the prob­lem is taken to be closed and inquiry ceases.

One fun­da­men­tally impor­tant phase of the trans­for­ma­tion of the sit­u­a­tion which con­sti­tutes inquiry is cen­tral in the treat­ment of judge­ment and its func­tions. The trans­for­ma­tion is exis­ten­tial and hence tem­po­ral. The pre-​​cognitive unset­tled sit­u­a­tion can be set­tled only by mod­i­fi­ca­tion of its con­stituents. Exper­i­men­tal oper­a­tions change exist­ing con­di­tions. Rea­son­ing, as such, can pro­vide means for effect­ing the change of con­di­tions but by itself can­not effect it. Only exe­cu­tion of exis­ten­tial oper­a­tions directed by an idea in which rati­o­ci­na­tion ter­mi­nates can bring about the re-​​ordering of envi­ron­ing con­di­tions required to pro­duce a set­tled and uni­fied sit­u­a­tion. Since this prin­ci­ple also applies to the mean­ings that are elab­o­rated in sci­ence, the exper­i­men­tal pro­duc­tion and re-​​arrangement of phys­i­cal con­di­tions involved in nat­ural sci­ence is fur­ther evi­dence of the unity of the pat­tern of inquiry. The tem­po­ral qual­ity of inquiry means, then, some­thing quite other than that the process of inquiry takes time. It means that the objec­tive subject-​​matter of inquiry under­goes tem­po­ral modification.

Ter­mi­no­log­i­cal. Were it not that knowl­edge is related to inquiry as a prod­uct to the oper­a­tions by which it is pro­duced, no dis­tinc­tions requir­ing spe­cial dif­fer­en­ti­at­ing des­ig­na­tions would exist. Mate­r­ial would merely be a mat­ter of knowl­edge or of igno­rance and error; that would be all that could be said. The con­tent of any given propo­si­tion would have the val­ues “true” and “false” as final and exclu­sive attrib­utes. But if knowl­edge is related to inquiry as its war­rantably assert­ible prod­uct, and if inquiry is pro­gres­sive and tem­po­ral, then the mate­r­ial inquired into reveals dis­tinc­tive prop­er­ties which need to be des­ig­nated by dis­tinc­tive names. As under­go­ing inquiry, the mate­r­ial has a dif­fer­ent log­i­cal import from that which it has as the out­come of inquiry. In its first capac­ity and sta­tus, it will be called by the gen­eral name subject-​​matter. When it is nec­es­sary to refer to subject-​​matter in the con­text of either obser­va­tion or ideation, the name con­tent will be used, and, par­tic­u­larly on account of its rep­re­sen­ta­tive char­ac­ter, con­tent of propositions.

The name objects will be reserved for subject-​​matter so far as it has been pro­duced and ordered in set­tled form by means of inquiry; pro­lep­ti­cally, objects are the objec­tives of inquiry. The appar­ent ambi­gu­ity of using “objects” for this pur­pose (since the word is reg­u­larly applied to things that are observed or thought of) is only appar­ent. For things exist as objects for us only as they have been pre­vi­ously deter­mined as out­comes of inquiries. When used in car­ry­ing on new inquiries in new prob­lem­atic sit­u­a­tions, they are known as objects in virtue of prior inquiries which war­rant their assert­ibil­ity. In the new sit­u­a­tion, they are means of attain­ing knowl­edge of some­thing else. In the strict sense, they are part of the con­tents of inquiry as the word con­tent was defined above. But ret­ro­spec­tively (that is, as prod­ucts of prior deter­mi­na­tion in inquiry) they are objects.

[Lat­ter empha­sis is mine.]

Hey, I checked our records. You didn’t say you wanted a revolution after all. Sorry!

Clay Shirky wrote the other day, in what might be the most-​​linked item in my volu­mi­nous and wide-​​ranging deli­cious stream:

When real­ity is labeled unthink­able, it cre­ates a kind of sick­ness in an indus­try. Lead­er­ship becomes faith-​​based, while employ­ees who have the temer­ity to sug­gest that what seems to be hap­pen­ing is in fact hap­pen­ing are herded into Inno­va­tion Depart­ments, where they can be ignored en masse. This shunt­ing aside of the real­ists in favor of the fab­u­lists has dif­fer­ent effects on dif­fer­ent indus­tries at dif­fer­ent times. One of the effects on the news­pa­pers is that many of their most pas­sion­ate defend­ers are unable, even now, to plan for a world in which the indus­try they knew is vis­i­bly going away.

As I’ve come to expect when read­ing Shirky: yes, that’s what I’ve been try­ing to tell peo­ple for years. [You know, if that Cas­san­dra chick had been a smarter cookie, maybe set up with some agents or a PR firm or some­thing, I bet she coulda made a fuck­ing For­tuna. [Ba-​​dump-​​bump]]


As part of the “guerilla eco­nomic devel­op­ment” work I do at our com­pany Vague Inno­va­tion, LLC, I spend a lot of time meet­ing with the nom­i­nal movers and shak­ers of the local busi­ness devel­op­ment com­mu­nity: folks from the Ann Arbor Cham­ber of Com­merce, the Ann Arbor SPARK, mar­keters and Real­tors and land­lords and bankers and peo­ple who pub­lish shiny color mag­a­zines have sunny offices in tall buildings.

I hate to stand alone against the stream of big­oted invec­tive I hear from most of my New Econ­omy peers, but peo­ple who wear suits and work in offices are good folks. They’re try­ing their best to help their town and region, their towns’ economies, to iden­tify and shore up the entre­pre­neurs they rec­og­nize as the future of their local worlds.

They’re good people.

That said, a lot of my con­ver­sa­tions revolve around the future of these nice folks’ careers. Like all of us, these are plain old human beings armed with the stan­dard human cog­ni­tive heuris­tic toolkit. You know, the same one you have: some stu­pid map­ping of your per­sonal expe­ri­ence onto the whole world, the 5 ± 2 most mem­o­rable cul­tural norms they can bring to mem­ory uncon­sciously, and the sense of mas­sive impor­tance of all that Received Wis­dom they’ve been exposed to in their canal­ized plum­met through life. Just like yours, you know?

As part of my work I keep a foot in both worlds (and a cou­ple of oth­ers, too; you don’t want to know how that feels). And so:

I could go on. Hell, I did already. But I felt bad.

I deleted them all because they got more egre­gious and far more embar­rass­ing for the “tra­di­tional busi­ness” folks as I tot­ted them up. A list of search­able terms (and teach­able moments) might do: “cowork­ing”, “com­mer­cial insur­ance”, “busi­ness plan”, “admis­sion price”, “intel­lec­tual prop­erty”, “next Google”, “cor­po­rate blog”, “per­sonal brand”, “online mar­ket­ing”, “open source”, “boot camp”.

Every one of those rep­re­sents a lit­tle check­box on the octag­o­nal paper titled “Decom­mis­sion­ing Sched­ule of Bat­tlestar BizDev.” A defaced grave­stone in an over­grown fam­ily plot on a dirt road some­where in ten years. A mile­stone on the road to obsolescence.

[And some­day, when what­ever is next comes along, the nanobio rev­o­lu­tion or what­ever, that will make peo­ple like you, you old fart, into stu­pid con­ser­v­a­tives who still type into inor­ganic com­put­ers using some kind of “for­mal lan­guage”. And you’ll say you learned busi­ness sense the hard way on Face­book and with Google, and you’ll say you’ve looked at the Senso but you can’t fig­ure out why peo­ple want to smell crap on other plan­ets all day. And then you can look this blog post up “by Googling” on your stu­pid octag­o­nal DVD of the “blo­gos­phere” and be reminded: this has all hap­pened before.]

These are good peo­ple. They try, really. But they’re crip­pled by insu­lar­ity, by the peo­ple they hear and choose to lis­ten to, by their dis­tance from the Actual World. Hell, it’s a hand­ful of them that even know the world exists as it does. No sense of the timescale “we” use, or of “our” means of action. A lot of these folks have heard about blogs and Face­book and Twit­ter now they’ve been in Forbes and NPR and stuff, but they don’t pos­sess the cul­tural infra­struc­ture with which they can parse what they’re see­ing as rel­e­vant com­mu­ni­ca­tion.

At least three peo­ple in very nice suits have made in my pres­ence the joke about “Twit­ter is about what you ate for din­ner” in the last month. So there you go. It’s no sur­prise that these peo­ple still aren’t wel­come in the “tech com­mu­nity”. Which is sad.

And to be prag­matic about it all, and think about how cities and com­mu­ni­ties actu­ally work in this capital-​​driven world we inhabit, kindof stu­pid: They have all the fuck­ing money.

Ah, well. Cul­tural diver­sity gets short shrift these days. On both sides of that par­tic­u­lar line: geeks and suits don’t get each other, though they often assume they do. [And Cf. “don’t get me started on the other ones.”]

Which, by a long and rant­ing road, brings us to our mile­stone park­ing spot for the day: Park­ing Data.


This won’t take nearly as long as the preamble.

We have a bunch of park­ing struc­tures here in Ann Arbor. The Down­town Devel­op­ment Author­ity con­tracts with a com­mer­cial firm called Repub­lic Park­ing to man­age them, and park­ing is a huge source of income. The DDA also gets taxes from new build­ings, as I under­stand it, and man­ages liquor licenses and over­sees new devel­op­ments and stuff. There’s more involved: it’s com­pli­cated and political.

[As a symp­tom of my own increas­ing frus­tra­tion with cul­ture clash here: If you’re a geek? And you self-​​identify as an Interwebz-​​using com­put­ery per­son? And you’re think­ing or say­ing that pol­i­tics or busi­ness prac­tice is “unnec­es­sar­ily com­pli­cated” or “opaque” or “use­less”? That sounds to me like you’re one of those ass­holes who say they “don’t get math” as an excuse for not pay­ing atten­tion to it. Busi­ness prac­tice and the law and local gov­ern­ment infra­struc­ture are com­pli­cated because they deal with real-​​world public-​​good com­plex­ity, dumb-​​ass. I don’t care if you run some kind of “alter­na­tive com­mu­nity” or you’re Lord High King Open-​​source Maven or a Lib­er­tar­ian Fun­da­men­tal­ist or what­ever: don’t dis­miss “pol­i­tics” or mar­ket­ing or these other people’s cul­ture as triv­ial just because you’re not famil­iar with it. It really under­mines the argu­ment you’re “smart” when­ever you do that in pub­lic. And when you do it in “pri­vate”, think­ing some­body like me isn’t there as well, it makes me treat you like the child you are.

Or, shorter: Don’t diss “the Man”, monkey-​​boy. We’re all man.]

If you’re tired by now, here’s a time­line of what happened.

Some time back, the DDA started putting coun­ters on the park­ing struc­tures, and around that time they started pub­lish­ing online feeds that updated as the num­bers of cars parked in the struc­tures changed.

This was cool and geeky. We want a cool and geeky town, and this was a good step. +2 points for trans­parency, and for actu­ally exper­i­ment­ing.

Then some folks I know, includ­ing these guys and Ed Viel­metti, did what good mod­ern Inter­net cul­ture peo­ple do: they cre­ated a handy open source soft­ware pack­age that took the pub­lic data and repur­posed it into a free way to use your phone to call a num­ber and find out how many spots are avail­able.

This was cool and geeky. We want a cool and geeky town, and this was a good step. +5 points for mashups, repur­pos­ing pub­lic domain data, open source, and some others.

Then the geek points added up to the point that the Ann Arbor News wrote a cover story about the mashup.

This was cool and geeky. We want a cool and geeky town, and this was an unusual good step from a typ­i­cally clue­less news­pa­per (Cf. “fish-​​wrap”, above). +2 points for cul­tural crossover to the MSM, and pro­mot­ing the local geek cul­ture to a main­stream audience.

Cue fan. Cue shit.

Appar­ently this is where the DDA first heard of the cool, geeky thing that had hap­pened as a con­se­quence of their pub­li­ca­tion of the data. As far as I can tell, they reacted just like any­body in the 1970s would have done: they noticed belat­edly that their cul­tural role as gate­keeper was being under­mined, and so they shut down the phone ser­vice access to the num­bers.

This was nei­ther cool, nor geeky. Burn –10 points for rein­forc­ing stereo­types on both sides of that god­damned line I men­tion above, and throw in an extra –10 points for the ongo­ing online shit­storm of bad pub­lic­ity and even news­pa­per pub­lic­ity this is build­ing into.

And here we are, today.

We’ve got peo­ple who are core mem­bers of the geek com­mu­nity up in arms about it. Folks are step­ping around the stu­pid and inef­fec­tual block­ade the DDA started off with. They’re writ­ing open let­ters that smack of out­right polit­i­cal threat. They’re bring­ing in the big guns from out­side town. They’re sub­mit­ting FOIA requests for the numbers.

It was a sim­ple lit­tle thing. A triv­i­al­ity, really. Susan Pollay’s email clearly misses the fact that this was an exper­i­ment, the very sort of thing that the phrase eco­nomic devel­op­ment means today in this agalmic open-​​source world.

But it brings the two cul­tures together in what are prob­a­bly the worst pos­si­ble cir­cum­stances: The old-​​skool scarcity-​​driven infra­struc­ture prob­a­bly didn’t know these peo­ple even existed. Or if they did, they had wildly inap­pro­pri­ate expec­ta­tions about demo­graph­ics and val­ues and poten­tial impact on the sta­tus quo. And the scarcity-​​avoiding geek cul­ture that didn’t until until now give a damn about what “suits” did is now sud­denly swing­ing the full mea­sure of its atten­tion to bear on this affront, and they’re pro­cess­ing it on fuck­ing Inter­net timescales, with­out old-​​skool hand­i­caps like “busi­ness hours” or “week­ends” or “face to face meetings”.

To any of us who are watch­ing with one foot on either side of this line, this is quickly turn­ing into what you might call “spec­ta­cle”. No joke: hairs stand­ing up on my arms as this lit­tle fooferaw started to come into focus. This (to para­phrase what the cool kids say) is what we call the fire we brought you long ago.

I wrote an email to a col­league from the Cham­ber of Com­merce Fri­day, as soon as this dynamic became obvi­ous to me. A heads up, mainly, since he’s not directly involved.

For a few weeks now (non-​​Internet time, remem­ber?) he and I have been talk­ing about what the Cham­ber and the old-​​skool infra­struc­ture might able to offer “the 1099 com­mu­nity” or the “inde­pen­dents” or the “Not An Employee crowd” in the com­ing months. Admit­tedly we’ve spent a vast pro­por­tion of our meet­ings try­ing to rec­on­cile our dra­mat­i­cally dif­fer­ent assump­tions about work and com­mu­nity, and last week we were just get­ting to a place where we could say stuff that didn’t make the other one smirk or look confused.

[Though he made that con­fused face when I men­tioned glibly the bit about tear­ing down the hideous mid-​​century bank build­ing at the cen­ter of town and get­ting a Town Square back. I’ll win that bet, too, by the way.]

He’s fram­ing what he sees as the future role for the Cham­ber in the com­ing decades in terms like expan­sion and cul­tural adap­ta­tion so that it can cope with the dif­fer­ent lifestyles “we” NAE folks rep­re­sent. He’s try­ing to help, and to make what has tra­di­tion­ally been per­ceived as a use­ful and nec­es­sary busi­ness sup­port infra­struc­ture avail­able to more peo­ple who need help. Maybe he doesn’t see 100% that they don’t need that help, but he’s try­ing. He wants to help out and reach over the line for the sake of the city, the region… and to some extent to drag his orga­ni­za­tion into the 20th cen­tury [sic].

In our con­ver­sa­tions I find that I’m fram­ing what I see as the future role of the Cham­ber using con­cepts I’ve men­tioned here already: as a safe decom­mis­sion­ing, as an oppor­tu­nity for out­reach between cul­tures that are fun­da­men­tally irrec­on­cil­able, as a model of what to do and what not to do in a nonover­lap­ping orga­ni­za­tion… and frankly because I like peo­ple and also money, and there must be some way of ame­lio­rat­ing the dam­age this whole thing will cause in the next decade (Cf. bank tear-​​down).

But I look at that list of ben­e­fits, and I real­ize that nei­ther I, nor any of the peo­ple I know, want any of those “ben­e­fits”. But just like my friend in the Cham­ber, I also want to help the city… so it doesn’t end up aban­doned when us New Econ­omy peo­ple just leave in dis­gust. And the region… because I want there to be trains and con­ven­tion cen­ters and some non-​​provincial build­ings built, and fuck “human scale” I want to see the bleed­ing edge of posthu­man scale. And to some extent to drag out the use­ful sal­vage from the wreck of his orga­ni­za­tion and set it up and dust it off and intro­duce it to the 21st cen­tury [sic].

And in that email I sent last week, in which I explained briefly what I’ve said here in this ram­bling blog post, I pointed out that this lit­tle park­ing fiasco has some­thing to do with the bal­ance he per­ceived between our dif­fer­ent views of the local landscape.

I said to my friend two things, and I hope I’ve set this up so they might make sense when I repeat them here in public:

(1) That it will prob­a­bly seem from “his side”, among the suits and hall­ways in which peo­ple come and go accord­ing to agenda and busi­ness hours and rely on tele­phone con­ver­sa­tions, that noth­ing much has hap­pened. Some extra phone calls to the DDA maybe, some annoy­ance felt as this pis­sant inter­net crowd throw their weight around and com­plain about some­thing this triv­ial. That in the long term this tem­pest in a mole­hill will look like it blew over and dis­ap­peared, and then “his” folks can get back to busi­ness as usual. Or maybe that things will get smoothed over, and the data will be free and things will get all geeky and fun again and all the frowns will turn upside down.

…but also, inde­pen­dent of how it plays out on his side: (2) When we look back years later, this will be the week we say the ground shifted. Or if we don’t iden­tify this exact “triv­i­al­ity” as the turn­ing point, then it’ll be one of the sev­en­teen cued up and wait­ing in the wings.

Last week it was a decent and smart thing, an appro­pri­ate use of his time, for my friend to be pay­ing atten­tion to his goal of “out­reach to the inde­pen­dent tech com­mu­nity”. It was good that he was mus­ing about how the two cul­tures might mutu­ally adapt to fit together for one another’s benefit.

Today, though, a switch is thrown: it’s now possible—no, it’s now the most likely out­come—that folks from the Cham­ber of Com­merce will be watch­ing in a year, or two, or five as all the busi­nesses rush to join some­thing else. Some other orga­ni­za­tion, not the “answer” to them because it won’t be set up in response to the Cham­ber or the SPARK or the DDA. Some­thing new that just doesn’t give a damn about any of that old junk, or even rec­og­nize its exis­tence.

An orthog­o­nal institution.

Because of this fiasco about the park­ing, or maybe because of any one of the sev­en­teen other acci­den­tal clashes that could func­tion just like this, what­ever rises up will not look at all like a part­ner­ship founded on prin­ci­ples of out­reach and mutual support.

It won’t be founded on any­where near the kind of coop­er­a­tion it might have been.

The New Thing is not fully formed yet. It sham­bles on towards its Beth­le­hem, inde­pen­dent of what’s hap­pen­ing under its feet. But its eyes are open briefly, and today it’s pay­ing atten­tion to the friendly, help­ful peo­ple in the suits who only want to help. And I sus­pect what’s mov­ing though its col­lec­tive mind are appraisals, a kind of siz­ing up that should make the friendly busi­ness devel­op­ment old-​​skool insti­tu­tions pause. A look that increas­ingly feels like a brief con­sid­er­a­tion for sal­vage, of food value. Not a spirit of friendly sym­bio­sis, but a glance that takes in all the hinges, all the con­ve­nient places for a pry bar to lodge.

I sus­pect these things hap­pen too fast to respond to, when you insist on keep­ing your eyes to the path you started on, when you lis­ten to the cues you’ve learned long ago.

And to be frank, maybe that’s best for everybody.