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The ramifications of FaceTime (as discussed by David Foster Wallace)
Apple’s new iPhone 4 features a front-facing camera for video calling. It’s called “FaceTime.” If mobile platforms are slowly encroaching upon multimedia — first with cameras and now with video — how will the psychology of communication evolve?
And the videophonic stress was even worse if you were at all vain. I.e. if you worried at all about how you looked. As in to other people. Which all kidding aside who doesn’t. Good old aural telephone calls could be fielded without makeup, toupee, surgical prostheses, etc. Even without clothes, if that sort of thing rattles your saber. But for the image-conscious, there was of course no such answer-as-you-are informality about visual-video telephone calls, which consumers began to see were less like having the good old phone ring than having the doorbell ring and having to throw on clothes and attach prostheses to do hair-check in the foyer mirror before answering the door.
But the real coffin-nail for videophony involved the way callers’ faces looked on their own TP screen, during calls. Not their callers’ faces, but their own, when they saw them on video. It was a three-button affair, after all, to use the TP’s cartridge-card’s Video-Record option to record both pulse in a two-way visual call and play the call back and see how your face had actually looked like to the other person during the call. This sort of appearance-check was no more resistible than a mirror. But the experience proved almost universally horrifying. People were horrified at how their own faces appeared on a TP screen. It wasn’t just ‘Anchorman’s Bloat,’ that well-known impression of extra weight that video inflicts on the face. It was worse. Even with the high-end TPs’ high-def viewer-screens, consumers perceived something essentially blurred and moist-looking about their phone-faces, a shiny pallid indefiniteness that struck them as not just unflattering but somehow evasive, furtive, untrustworthy, unlikable. (147)
But combine the natural entrepreneurial instinct to satisfy all sufficiently high consumer demand, on the one hand, with what appears to be an almost equally natural distortion in the way persons tend to see themselves, and it becomes possible to account historically for the speed with which the whole high-def-videophonic-mask thing spiralled totally out of control. Not only is it weirdly hard to evaluate what you yourself look like, like whether you’re good-looking or not — e.g. try looking in the mirror and determining where you stand in the attractiveness-hierarchy with anything like the objective ease you can determine whether just about anyone else you know is good-looking or not — but it turned out that consumers’ instinctively skewed self-perception, plus vanity-related stress, meant that they began preferring and then outright demanding videophone masks that were really quite a lot better-looking than they themselves were in person. (Wallace 148)
Taken from an earlier quote-post for my reading of Infinite Jest.
Toxoplasmosis and free will
Toxoplasmosis is a parasitic disease that can alter your predatory responses in the amygdala and influence your behavior.
So what about humans? A small literature is coming out now reporting neuropsychological testing on men who are Toxo-infected, showing that they get a little bit impulsive. Women less so, and this may have some parallels perhaps with this whole testosterone aspect of the story that we’re seeing. And then the truly astonishing thing: two different groups independently have reported that people who are Toxo-infected have three to four times the likelihood of being killed in car accidents involving reckless speeding.
If the discovery of toxoplasmosis in the early 20th Century has yielded only this much progress so far, I’m horrified at what other things might be lurking inside of us that are altering our perceptions of reality or even compelling us to do things we’re genetically told to avoid. On a somewhat unrelated note, toxoplasmosis may be the reason for Louis Wain‘s schizophrenia; he was famous for the evolution of his cat paintings — they became more psychedelic (and at his worse, they had an almost fractal-like quality) as his condition worsened.
Mark Montgomery
Flat Head black mint shirt. Boomtime.
One bag carry
A useful technique I’ve utilized, for a few years now, is bundle wrapping.
John Mayer on photography
I was thinking about this on the plane to New Zealand. I’d like to be hired to shoot someone for a magazine photo spread. No assistants, no lighting, just me, the subject and a couple of cameras. I love the William Claxton/Barry Feinstein black and white thing. I think photography has gotten to such an equalized place in terms of image quality that it’s really all about who you got doing what, not that you got a well exposed and composed image of it. (Although it helps.)
Yo blud, you’re rich already. Shut the fuck up and play your guitar.
I was thinking about this on my way to Popeyes’ Tuesday 99¢ special. I’d like to be commissioned to make music. No producer, no sound engineer, no studio, just me, an acoustic guitar, and a blunt. I love that acoustic folk / pop sentimental thing. I think music has gotten to such an equalized place in terms of sonic quality that it’s really about what you’re singing about, not that you got the music know-how or even know how to play a musical instrument. (Although it helps.)
Respectful yo mama jokes
Yo mama is so supportive of you and your efforts that I wouldn’t be surprised if you were incredibly successful as a result.
(Thanks, Adrienne.)
Trafficking

Roughly a week’s worth of traffic. Zamn.





“My ass is, like, devouring my underwear”