Tuesday, April 26, 2005

All Politics = Local


Lacks More Than Leadership


Donna Frye may prevail after all! donna won this election, on a write in campaign of all things - murphy spent san diegan tax dollars to dispute her win. My guess is he also drives a sports car. From today's San Diego Union Tribune:



Murphy resigns


Mayor says he lacks the leadership to fix troubles;
surprise departure boosts uncertainty plaguing City Hall


By Matthew T. Hall
and Jennifer Vigil
UNION-TRIBUNE STAFF WRITERS
April 26, 2005


San Diego Mayor Dick Murphy's unexpected resignation yesterday heightened the uncertainty in a City Hall besieged by investigations, infighting and a string of high-profile departures.

Just one week ago, Murphy stood outside his house, defiantly disputing a national news magazine's accusation that he is one of the worst three big-city mayors in America and answering every question reporters asked.

Yesterday, Murphy's voice wavered as he announced plans to leave office July 15. He was joined by his wife, Jan, two of his three children and somber staff members. He left the press room at City Hall without taking a question.

Murphy, facing the threat of a recall election, said the city's mounting problems need leadership that he is unable to provide and that his resignation is "in the best interests of San Diego."

"When I ran for re-election, I had hoped that my second term would be as productive as the first term. But that now seems unlikely," he said. "It's clear to me that the city needs a fresh start."

While Murphy did not elaborate, others across the city did the talking for him. They speculated about his reasons for leaving, calling the decision courageous or inevitable, and wondered what a mayoral vacancy could mean for a city they say is desperate for leadership.

Murphy's resignation is the latest in a series of troubles for San Diego.

Federal investigations into city finances, allegations of securities fraud and possible public corruption began more than a year ago in the wake of the city auditor's sudden resignation. City Manager Michael Uberuaga has since resigned, and his successor, Lamont Ewell, plans to leave at the end of this year when the mayor assumes his powers over budgeting and personnel in a voter-approved change in how city government is run.

Two annual financial audits also are overdue, and the delay has left capital projects on hold and borrowing money at low interest rates impossible.

At the heart of the city's fiscal woes is a $1.4 billion pension deficit and disputes that pit Murphy and Ewell against City Attorney Michael Aguirre, who 11 days ago called on the mayor to resign.

Murphy, 62, said he set his departure date so he and the City Council will have time to complete next year's budget and to give the council a chance to consolidate a special election to replace him in a possible statewide election in November.

Replacing the mayor
The City Clerk's Office must receive Murphy's resignation letter before the process of replacing him can begin. As of yesterday, the mayor had not submitted it.

The City Council may appoint a replacement within 30 days after the vacancy, or opt for a special election. If a new mayor is not selected within the 30 days, the council must call a special election.

If a new mayor is appointed, that person will serve through June 2006, when a special mayoral election would be held to fill the term.

If a special election is held, it must occur within 90 days of the council ordinance calling for it. To save money, it could be consolidated with another special election, such as the one Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has sought for the fall, if that election falls within 180 days of the vacancy.

The nomination period would open 74 days before the election and continue for two weeks. The winner must receive a majority vote; if not, the top two vote-getters would compete in a runoff. The winner would serve out Murphy's term, through 2008.


Some council members said yesterday they support letting voters choose Murphy's successor, while others suggested the council should appoint a replacement to avoid the divisiveness of an election.

Even before Murphy has delivered a resignation letter to the city clerk, the rush to replace him is under way. County Supervisor Ron Roberts said he has an interest, and Councilwoman Donna Frye said she would be a candidate; they finished third and second, respectively, to Murphy in November. Councilman Brian Maienschein said he also is considering a mayoral run.

Murphy won his second term with 34.5 percent of the vote after Frye campaigned as a last-minute write-in candidate, losing only after several court rulings. In January, the former Superior Court judge pledged in his State of the City address that he would "not accede to an absence of leadership when leadership is needed most to restore San Diego's reputation."

Yesterday's change of direction, charted over the weekend after conversations with family and political advisers, was a secret that the mayor guarded until shortly before his 10:15 a.m. news conference.

John Kern, Murphy's former chief of staff and another one of City Hall's recent departures, made calls to inform council members about an hour before Murphy made his announcement.

Councilman Scott Peters, who attended the opening of a community skate park with Murphy on Saturday, said he had no indication that Murphy was fed up and would quit.

Reflecting on the mayor's style, Peters said Murphy "was his own worst enemy," doing two things that didn't help his standing with the public.

Possible contenders
for mayor
A vacancy in most elected offices tends to put political maneuvering in overdrive. This one has it in warp speed.

Mayor Dick Murphy's sudden resignation has placed a major decision in the City Council's hands – whether to appoint a successor or call a special election. In either case, his successor is likely to be found on a relatively short list.

What follows is a longer list: potential replacements whose names have surfaced in recent weeks as speculation grew about Murphy's departure. Some are open about their desire to be mayor; others are lying low, leaving it to their supporters to bang the drum.

The only certainty is this list will change.

Dede Alpert: Former state senator who specialized in budget and education issues; some see her as calming influence at chaotic City Hall.

Alan Bersin: City schools chief is leaving the post two weeks before Murphy leaves his; has professed an interest in the job before.

Steve Cushman: Port commissioner and auto dealer with strong ties to the business community and organized labor.

Peter Q. Davis: Former port commissioner, banker and two-time mayoral candidate who broke with Murphy over his handling of city finances..

Bob Filner: Former school board trustee and councilman, now a seven-term congressman; could run without giving up his seat.

Donna Frye: The councilwoman who many people believe actually won last year's mayoral election – a handful of judges disagreed – is in again.

Brian Maienschein: Second-term councilman from vote-rich Rancho Bernardo was gearing up to run for mayor in three years.

Steve Peace: Longtime legislator and mastermind of energy deregulation and the airport authority; lives outside the city, yet once coveted the job.

Scott Peters: Second-term councilman from La Jolla and a staunch Murphy ally; was also gearing up to run for mayor.

Ron Roberts: County supervisor who lost third bid for mayor last year, an election most felt he would have won but for Frye's late entry.

Jerry Sanders: Red Cross board chairman and former San Diego police chief thought about running before; he's thinking again.

Juan Vargas: State assemblyman and former councilman who was laying groundwork to run for Congress by opposing Filner in next year's Democratic primary.

Pete Wilson: San Diego mayor (1971-1983) who went on to be a U.S. senator and governor; lives in L.A., but has an aging base in San Diego.

Murphy should have given more attention to the city's fiscal woes and pension crisis than to other issues such as the Mount Soledad cross, and he should have made himself more available to reporters to explain how he was handling the city's growing fiscal problems.

"People interpreted that void as inaction," Peters said.

Councilman Ralph Inzunza blamed the news media in part for Murphy's predicament.

"I think the media has really made a big issue of issues that are resolvable," he said.

Aguirre vowed to work closely with Murphy before his departure.

"In making the hard choice of resignation, Mayor Dick Murphy has shown an admirable determination to do what is right and also shown a level of courage to which all in public life should aspire," Aguirre said in a statement. "I respect his decision and pledge to work with the mayor over the next few months toward a smooth transition."

Frequent City Hall critic Carl DeMaio, president of The Performance Institute, a private business that advocates budget accountability in government, said the mayor's decision was inevitable.

"I think the mayor realized he had to lead or get out of the way," DeMaio said. "The forces of change were gaining momentum."

In the business community, where Murphy supporters were common until the raft of recent negative news, his departure hit like a lightning bolt.

"It's a jolt," said Mark Fabiani, the Chargers' general counsel and spokesman on the team's effort to get a new stadium in Mission Valley. "But there are good jolts and there are bad jolts. This may make things even more uncertain."

Padres owner John Moores, who has praised Murphy for his work in getting a $474 million ballpark built downtown for the Padres, was tight-lipped about the mayor's announcement.

"I don't really have a whole lot to say on this one," Moores said, though he added that the mayor did the right thing.

He continues to credit Murphy for his work on the ballpark.

"There would be no ballpark today if it weren't for Dick Murphy's leadership," Moores said.

Murphy will step down with the fate of other major projects uncertain, including a new Chargers stadium, a new downtown library and a new stem cell institute for statewide research.

Last week, Murphy said he worried the Time magazine article might affect the city's bid to become host to the state's new stem cell institute.

Business boosters who worked on San Diego's proposal for the institute said the mayor's resignation certainly would not help.

"Any time there is uncertainty, it affects people externally with their decision making," said Andrea Moser, a spokeswoman for the San Diego Regional Economic Development Corp.

Banker Doug Sawyer, a major Murphy supporter, said he learned about the mayor's resignation from a television in his dentist's office. Former Port Commissioner Peter Q. Davis, who lost mayoral races to Murphy in the 2000 and 2004 primaries, said someone approached him with the news while he was jogging.

After months of speculation about a possible Murphy recall, Davis was surprised by the timing but not by the news itself.

"The need for it to happen so the healing could begin was becoming clearer and clearer," he said.

Sawyer, too, said he sees the wisdom of Murphy's choice, though he added that he was unsure it was the best decision for the mayor to make.

Murphy's predecessor as mayor, Susan Golding, declined to say whether she thought Murphy ran the city well.


"I think instant history is not a good idea," she said. "There will be plenty of time for Tuesday-, Wednesday-and Thursday-morning quarterbacking."

She said she didn't know what led Murphy to decide to quit, but added, "Those who have been observing the situation can probably guess." Pete Wilson, former San Diego mayor, U.S. senator and California governor, lauded Murphy for an "unselfish decision." In a statement, Wilson said Murphy's resignation will allow a mayor to take office "with the confidence reflected by a majority vote of the people."

In an interview, former San Diego Mayor Maureen O'Connor also called Murphy's decision selfless.

"Mayor Murphy has always been very methodical and he thinks the problems through and I take him at his word when he says the city needs a fresh start," she said. "I think he made a very bold and courageous decision."

O'Connor said there was likely no single reason for Murphy's resignation.

"No one in San Diego can be happy today," she said.

That sentiment was echoed in Del Cerro, Murphy's home turf.

"We're all sad about it because we did all help him get into office," said Donna Dose, president of the Del Cerro Community Association. "But things have not worked out, I guess."

Monday, April 25, 2005

Man Enough For More?


Second Edit.
Sin City. Women are in control of Old Town in Sin City. War in Sin City sheds light on the strongest men in town who are defending warrior women, vs. corrupt higher ups who pollute the goddess. Each feminine curve and the muse of goddess power solidify the entire storyline in each book. Dames. A Dame to kill for. Strong beautiful women who take care of their own. And it takes men like Hardigan, Marv, Dwight - confident, self assured, yet still flawed & pill popping, to relate, defend, support and maintain feminine leadership. Hardigan, Marv, Dwight - keeping the goddess sacred. These are men who are not afraid of feminine power. Male characters of valor, not for rescuing a woman but for worshipping her.

There are a million reasons to see this movie and every bloody movie blog has already tapped into them, an overwhelming majority of which are simply saying it's a 5 star (on a 5 star scale) film. Some are even saying that without the advent of Kill Bill, Sin City would not have hit theaters. I think that's just a different way of saying "americans are uptight." While feminine character is fallible in Sin City, she remains the impetus for all that is good and evil. for death and infinity. "Always, Never." Light and Dark. Marv, Hardigan and Dwight would not be the men of all men if not for their lit counterparts. There's more utilization of negative space in Sin City than a los alamos lab.

Can a man living outside societal norms still be an admirable hero, even if societal norms dictate his actions to be wrong or violent? The answer is easy. But for a goddess the subsequent question is always, are you man enough for more? We need each other to grow.

It's been posited that during the Elizabethan era, men were intimidated into creative flourishment, not out of purpose but out of inadvertant reactions to a virgin queen. In other words, a lot of men wanted to fuck her but instead wrote poems and plays. I like to believe that there are men who can still flourish creatively while in the throes of a goddess, as this is the essence of all creations. Sin City fulfils that fantasy. In Sin City here are men enough for more and plenty of them. Without them, sin city is a stagnant cesspool of corruption and loss. Now "it's the old days, the all or nothing days."


I don't expect the general public to understand Sin City, much as the books eluded the mainstream for years prior to the film's release. but for it's creative endeavour alone, it's sex appeal, superb score and depiction of yin & yang, Sin City marks a centurial return of film noir to the big screen. Support film noir. Support making the general public as uncomfortable as possible. It's fun and it shows you who the weak ones are. Eventually, they are easy to spot.

watch the preview here.

(method of making the general public as uncomfortable as possible #327 - tell them you read playboy. I read the May edition of Playboy, it has some the best articles I've read so far this month. It's got the last works of Sir Hunter S Thompson, notable advice from the bunker of his mind, and a section of articles devoted to physics. Not the most intricate examination of the physical universe but good for beginners - dealing with evolution & darwinism vs creationism and the new interesting farce of intelligent design. Highly recommended. I'd link to it but i presume anyone reading this knows where to find it or already has a copy. either way, it gets a good reaction to openly discuss a magazine as benign as playboy, makes it easy to see who the sexually uncomfortable are, don't take those folks to see sin city, they'll just complain about the paint bullets.)

Sunday, April 24, 2005

a volvo like mine


a volvo like mine
It's Pesach and I kind of miss my old volvo today. I saw one like it in Los Angeles.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

The Curse Is Fear

finally connected to wireless. relief. i'm doing the tangent thing now. i hear that's what blogging is for. here goes.

Cliques are for the emotionally weak. Cliques are for the fearful. After about age 23, the concept of a group, limited by it's own existence, maniacally resistant to new people, ideas, spirits, soulfulness or soul-mated-ness is purely juvenile. it's one thing to maintain a closeness, a group of friends, a loving close group of friends - how natural! But to exclude incoming relationships to the point of distrust and linguistic daggers speaks miles about the clique itself. I was in a sorority - most people are surprised by that. I made some friends, got a lot of the girl's boyfriends high, contributed to a high group GPA, drove on the road trips, did the adventure travel while the rest hung out on the beach - and still i have my friends. And then there are my other real friends - Some of which, all male, are here. reading this. (hi cmay). I'm not gay, but my girlfriends tend to be the types who have mostly male friends, and the females are the types who never fully adapted to the high school mentality of Clique-ism. Pure friendship at it's best. If you are happy, I am happy.

"the way that i feel when you laugh is like laughing, the way that i feel when you cry is so bad" - Yo La Tengo

It's hard to conclusively write about what i am mulling over this morning. I'm doing my best. I recently observed a situation of men and women in their 30s who seem pleased to maintain the "i'm an insider, you're an outsider" philosophy about friendships and life. i am sure that they are nice people but it got me thinkin. Where does this nationalistic mentality within cliques come from?

it's beautiful when Sacha Baron Cohen (Ali G) can expose prejudice in it's purest form. I used to think it was fun to do that, too. But recently i discovered within myself a sick need to feel people out for their essence, not their superficial obviousness - are they old souls or new souls, are they leading conditional lives, are they rooted in clique mentality to the point of ignorance, would they prefer a legal contract, do they need rules? And, most importantly - How can i relate to these types of people even though i do not want to. Because by relating to them, i am opening myself to new lessons, new ideas, new meta connections, new energies, new currents. Even if we never understand each other, i walk away knowing i tried to relate in one way or another. But with this cynicism in me, this streak of evil, i want to poke and prod, bring out the very worst in them, i want to see what zealots they are when it comes to their cliques, their ideas, their dogmatic knee-jerk judgement of people places and things, it interests me to see how truly closed minded they are, because in some sick way it assures me that indeed my mind is still free. and I'm listening. I'm really old and have so much more to learn. It's rare to meet other people who can relate. There are a few bizarre curses in life. Before my grandma died i thought it was love. But when i laid her to rest, i learned the simplest yet biggest life lesson (so far) - love is all that matters. and it has no boundaries. it breaks down doors. It frightens many. So they stick with who and what they know. The real curse is fear. I also used to believe that intelligence is a curse - it's difficult to hold conversations without seeing people zone out, roll their eyes, interrupt by talking to someone else mid-sentence, etc - and the subject matter which interests me really bores them, it's fine, but....intelligence felt like a curse. Now, it's just so simple. Fear is the underworld of personal happiness.

I don’t feel the suns comin’ out today
Its staying in, it’s gonna find another way.
As I sit here in this misery, I don’t
Think I’ll ever see the sun from here.
And oh as I fade away,
They’ll all look at me and say, and they’ll say,
Hey look at him! I’ll never live that way.
But that’s okay
They’re just afraid to change.
When you feel your life ain’t worth living
You’ve got to stand up and
Take a look around you then a look way up to the sky.
And when your deepest thoughts are broken,
Keep on dreaming boy, cause when you stop dreamin’ it’s time to die.
And as we all play parts of tomorrow,
Some ways will work and other ways we’ll play.
But I know we all can’t stay here forever,
So I want to write my words on the face of today.
And then they’ll paint it
And oh as I fade away,
They’ll all look at me and they’ll say,
Hey look at him and where he is these days.
When life is hard, you have to change.
- (blind melon, "change" - of course)

this was written rising in the house of alison.

I Am Beatrix Kiddo

I should have brought my kill bill dvds to this g-d forsaken city, I could really use my samurai sword. I'm writing this remotely, not even from my own computer, as I'm waiting for a wireless password - otherwise there'd be a hot uma picture here. just so you know. Back to Beatrix and Uma. The violence (if you can even call it that) is less relevant to the story than the actual principle, of which i could use a slight implementation at the moment. It's really B's (uma) focus, her inability to sway, the bumps in front of her which become meaningless. In volume 1, slashed at the chest by O-ren Ishii, she rises, bloody and shaking, "hit me with everything you've got." In volume 2, its her mentor's lessons, (pai mei) flat and honest, which resurrect her from the lonely grave of paula shultz. She's the conceptual superhero at her best, finding out who she is (bill's truth shot) and slaughtering those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers (i just put that in to see if you were really reading, it's a line from pulp fiction and also the bible. back to biz...). All methods of surprise lame ass blog writing aside, is it possible to identify with a character to such an extent that in reality you can truly embody those characteristics, those mental powers where defeat is not a question, where insults bounce, where even if i get hit with everything you've got, I am still resistant to defeat. Slash me, bury me, shoot me with salt bullets, steal my sword - I'm still not hurt. I've still got focus, I'm still me.

This fucking city that i hate reminds me of kill bill. It isn't just because tarantino sometimes drives the pussy wagon around town. Kill Bill comes in handy here because i rarely meet anyone in LA who isn't after a new persona, an image, a new bottle of hair gel. It's these annoying people that i view as getting in my way. Because i'm finding that the ones who work hardest to foster a persona are the least real. this is the crux of kill bill (see volume 2). We can't avoid our own character, we can only make choices about building it. I've been in LA 3 days and the only genuine people I've met are the ones I already know. I hate this city because it doesn't feel right. But....as with everything, there's a caveat.

While i type this, at this very second, Ali's daughter (she's gotten so big - 2yrs old - and just asked me for her daddy) is chillin with me. She looks like ali. Hanging with al's daughter is having a haunting effect on my thoughts about LA. I've almost never enjoyed a stay in Los Angeles, and i was well on that path until i woke up to sophie's giggling this morning. She likes the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard, she giggles when i talk to her, and she looks like al. just like her. The only difference is that she's bilingual at age 2. When i say "ojos" she points to her eyes. "boca" - her mouth. when i say "manzana" she reaches for applesauce. She'll be referring to me as Corina any minute now. scratch that, she actually just called me "tia." Tia! Tia Corina. My little niece.

Regarding the haunting effect this is having on my thoughts about los angeles: while location is important, it is not crucial. Al's daughter, my niece, has no idea about los angeles and the negative fault riddled energy plaguing this drowning town. As she shouldn't. It is an external factor to a 2 year old without meaning. But for me, in my 30s, i am hyper-aware of the energies spilling out of all locations in which i reside, regardless of how temporary. I'm not attempting to posit that location is meaningless, i do prescribe to the ancient wisdoms of planetary energies, the subtlety of magnets and how they effect our lives, chaos theory, string theory, competing theories, maimonedes, bring it on. I hate LA, i love Ali's daughter. Al's daughter is growing up here, and it is clearly good for her. And for the first time in about 14 years ali and i are within a 100 mile radius of one another. So if i continue to hate LA, i am only contributing to the negative energy spewing out of this city on a minute to minute basis. I won't love it, the energy doesn't fit me. I love the palm trees, but there are more of them further south. But to hate LA is a waste of my time now that al and her baby are here. It's a new city this morning. I've chosen to effect my external surroundings by utilizing the power of my mind. It might only be 8 in the morning but it's working so far.

I'm more focused. No distractions. no externals to get in my way. Where's Bill? Where's Bill? Where's Bill? It's a hanzo sword. Hit me with everything you've got.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Los Angeles Is Not A Real City

but santa monica isn't so bad. stay tuned.

Sunday, April 17, 2005

House Of Leaves


a novel by Mark Danielewski

This blog thing is going to take a little getting used to. This is my fourth edit of this post. restart:

It's a good thing i ran out of ambien before i started reading this book. It kept me awake at night with purpose, it caught me in it's web, i felt like i'd been had. the joke wasn't on me, it was in me.

From the first page of disparaging self reflexive warnings to avoid the bulk story within the House Of Leaves, a wider story emerges. The "observer" becomes a servant, an enabler to an egotistic exhibition of the mind. Subsequently, the reader creates her own subtext as the stories press on. But from the very beginning, the book asks the reader to step away. "this is not for you." It's not the first time I've been asked to shy away from a story by the very author who penned it. It's literary postmodernism at it's most basic, but necessary. Whatever the observer chooses, the observer finds. In the matter of a House Of Leaves, what incentive, after all, does anyone have to stay? Multiple footnotes, nondescript editing, hell it's not even a true story.

Will Navidson moves his family to a House in the VA countryside. Within days he discovers that the new home he's found for his family is larger on the inside...than on the outside. As the psychodrama unveils an emptiness and confusion in Navidson's life as well as that of an editor (the details of which are footnoted throughout the book) the House becomes an infinite labyrinth of dark possibility, while the outside structure remains the exact same. Navidson documents the phenomena, shreds of which comprise the maze of Danielewski's (ficticious) novel - all of this layered between the editor's trystic tales of sex, drugs, and most notably, emotional voids.

It's 700 pages of kinetic nihilism, a palimpsest of interdimensional nightmares & realities. The spell of both the novel and the the power that Mark Z. Danielewski's House of Leaves exercises over an observer's imagination is eerily related to the novel's pivotal issue: the impossible appearance of a cold, black hallway in the wall of Will Navidson's family home. As mentioned above, this spatial anomaly is immeasurably increased by the oddity of it's placement: the family's living room. With careful linguistic science (or just damn good writing), the light in the family room becomes the only balance for the dark and ever growing cavernous hallway, within which lies more dark, more cold and the most unknown.

The hallway is "Unlike The Twilight Zone, however, or some other like cousin where understanding comes neat and fast (i.e. This is clearly a door to another dimension! or This is a passage to another world—with directions!) the hallway offers no answers."

The darkness coming upon the Navidson family, enveloping their home solely within it's walls - riddles the family with primal fear and scandalous revelations. Navidson's wife forbids him to explore the hallway, but flirts with the men he invites over to look on his behalf. House of Leaves is a written account of the vast expanse of spatial fear we maintain in our nightmares and bring forth into reality. Navidson's issues are mirrored by editorial footnotes - Johnny Truant falls ass backwards into a manuscript describing the eerie Navidson story. As he reads about the void, both metaphysical and real, Truant relays his own story of sexuality guided by emotional malaise and drug fueled ecstasy. Truant's void.

it's a lot of words to descirbe a small 700 page book. At it's crux, House Of Leaves attacks the observer with an unrelentless living ego consisting of multiple forces & personlities, and each ego within the layers of text discovers a new void within themselves. Darkness is an absence of light. The path by which it is explored evokes the fear & revelation that perhaps there's more than just "something missing" in our lives, community, minds, neighborhoods, families - if we exist in the spaces between, the void becomes material. for how long can a mental crevasse continue, how deep will it go... What choices will we make

in the cavernous hallway of my own mind, i am forever lost

Also Notable: Danielewski's sister founded the band Poe and wrote an album, as well as multiple other tracks on other records, purely about House Of Leaves. Check it out here.

Friday, April 15, 2005

I Create My Day


I saw an amazing film last night which unwittingly expands on the Radio Wave theory as posited one acid riddled night in Columbia, SC on the porch of a pink house. The radio wave theory can be simplified although it deserves it's own seperate post - radio waves pass through us, including the electrical storm of our minds, we experience certain levels of synchronized communication - deja vu, knowing a person is about to call, knowing the next song on the radio, the possibilities are endless. It's information traveling at the rate of a radio wave. Which brings me to what the bleep and the effect it has had on the original Radio Wave Theory (copyright 19ninetysomething, cmay & cdenis). What the bleep brings in Quantum Mechanics & Physics, disappearing and reappearing nuclei, disappearing and reappearing electrons, and subsequently engaged me in a brief bout of insomnia. With nuclei moving through interdimensional time and space, accompanied by their electrical charges, it is only our thought, the electrical impulse of our neurological power, which can essentially "choose" reality. We all know this, I've talked with all of you about this at one time or another, and i'm sure we lamented the woes of reality at nari nari and beyond. But it's the interaction of waves and particles that I "chose" to lose sleep over last night. Time moves neither forward nor back. As our possibilities bounce from dimension to dimension (as far as we can hypothesize) how are our choices affected by the waves versus the previously synthesized information we've already stored, is it a choice or an experience, and what happens to the other possibilities? where do they go? where do the electrons go when they fade in and out of existence? The website for what the bleep is fairly comprehensive, here's a transcript of an interview in the movie w/ Dr. Joe Dispenza, available at WhatTheBleep.com:

I Create My Day

"I wake up in the morning and I consciously create my day the way I want it to happen. Now sometimes, because my mind is examining all the things that I need to get done, it takes me a little bit to settle down and get to the point of where I'm actually intentionally creating my day. But here's the thing: When I create my day and out of nowhere little things happen that are so unexplainable, I know that they are the process or the result of my creation. And the more I do that, the more I build a neural net in my brain that I accept that that's possible. (This) gives me the power and the incentive to do it the next day.
"So if we're consciously designing our destiny, and if we're consciously from a spiritual standpoint throwing in with the idea that our thoughts can affect our reality or affect our life -- because reality equals life -- then I have this little pact that I have when I create my day. I say, 'I'm taking this time to create my day and I'm infecting the quantum field. Now if (it) is in fact the observer's watching me the whole time that I'm doing this and there is a spiritual aspect to myself, then show me a sign today that you paid attention to any one of these things that I created, and bring them in a way that I won't expect, so I'm as surprised at my ability to be able to experience these things. And make it so that I have no doubt that it's come from you,' and so I live my life, in a sense, all day long thinking about being a genius or thinking about being the glory and the power of God or thinking about being unconditional love.
"I'll use living as a genius, for example. And as I do that during parts of the day, I'll have thoughts that are so amazing, that cause a chill in my physical body, that have come from nowhere. But then I remember that that thought has an associated energy that's produced an effect in my physical body. Now that's a subjective experience, but the truth is is that I don't think that unless I was creating my day to have unlimited thought, that that thought would come."


(Dr. Joe Dispenza in What the BLEEP Do We Know!?TM)

Responses to Baudrillard

I sent the Baudrillard essay to some of my favorite thinkers on the planet. The replies were so amazing we decided to start a blog. The Baudrillard essay is the first post on the blog. welcome.

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The last paragraph.....yes

Yes, the targets themselves were symbolic - why else were they targeted?!? WTC, Pentagon - symbols of and in themselves (even without being targets they are strong symbols - symbolic of so many things, the list to long to begin.....). The ACT of destroying these targets I can see as symbolic (from a terrorist's POV). Their actual destruction; however, cannot be seen as symbolic - or maybe I refuse to see it that way. The simplification of the unforeseen collapse of the TT's as some sort of suicidal-effication comes across as ....well, banal, empty. 

Maybe I get unnerved by the pedestrian symbolic approach of 911. So I become guarded against it. 

For example, for fodder, consider these pedestrian responses to the attacks (these will all sound familiar to you - and they will come across as especially (to use the aforementioned word..) banal:

September 11th = 9/11 = 911 = number called for emergency = symbol for emergency, distress, help needed

Twin towers look like the number 11 (gee, that's spooky and sooooo symbolic  - we should have seen the signs! - sarcasm here can be applied to the above example as well)

Planes = wrath from above = symbolizes _______ (please fill blank with your favorite story from revelations)

Here are a couple that were certainly seen by the terrorists:

Collapse of WTC = collapse of free market, evil doers, america, capitalism, globalization, .....

Penetration of Pentagon = collapse of US military might

Kudos to Baudrillard for finding one out there that hasn't been posited before. His reasoning is unparalleled. The last paragraph....yes.

Brilliant.
Thanks for the read and the discussion

-Christopher

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Tanks for the Baudi piece

When I did read this I found a certain feeling that the true essence of the terror feeling lays not so much in the good vs. evil concept but for me rather an influence of Chaos theory upon a system in progress. Not a natural selection rather a logical progression which requires occasional backlashes simply out of a Murphian-law form for existence. I find that the more I think about the system of ‘terrorism’ the more I believe in the backlash and the reasoning that one swims up stream in the only way that one can, (should there be a waterfall). In addition I think that the only future that I see is one not of politics but that of commercialism, a planet determined in broad daylight by corporate transactions, as compared to the hidden agendas of politicians covering their campaign contribution favorites.

I often think about viruses in computers and their own intricate beauty. Not as a horrible thing but rather a glowing facet in contrast to a ‘well functioning’ system. Sounds fucked but I think that symbolically their existence is fascinating, that one would in their own mind think to develop, produce, and unleash flies in the ointment of a perfect culture. To understand the hacker and its own development is also to understand somewhat the idealism and extremist values of terrorists. Terrorism is not a war. It can’t be fixed, it just is and always will be. And labeling it with astute labels is only to pander to the cause and not the reason.
-Dan

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This was interesting read for sure. Can't say I agree with him
on everything though. I'm not convinced that it's actually
WWIV, if the cold war was indeed WWIII. And I'm not sold on the
idea that globalization is inherently a bad thing. I'm not sure
it's totally positive either.

It does seem like he's over reacting, as the media in our
country has, to the terrorist threat, and is offering terrorists
more clout than they deserve. Al Qaeda is a small extremist
faction and seems he is offering their voice to the critics of
globalization, which I think is wrong.

I agree that the world generally would like to see the toppling
of a sole superpower, but that will happen in time as history
has shown. Who knows when? The EU will likely eclipse the US
as economic superpower soon enough though.

I believe Chomsky though when he says while the world is ailing
and troubled, things are way better, for more people, than
they've ever been througout history. That says something, and I
need to remind myself of that. Environmentally I'd disagree, but
socially I guess it makes sense. But I'm not a philosopher. :)

- Andrew

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Andrew, bravo - you make an excellent point. I too felt that Baudrillard was
lending a 'voice' to Al Qaeda to make an anti-globalization statement. I
understand your distaste for such, but Baudrillard makes an impressive
argument here - an attack on the WTC, in any form, is (?) an attack
(symbolic or otherwise) on Globalization. While I agree that this was never
implicitly stated by the people responsible, it could be inferred as such.
Baurillard's mistake is in assuming it was implied.

Love the thoughts on Chomsky...
I got lost on Baudrillard's
insistence of symbolism....got my head twisted on it for a while, but I
don't think my thoughts came out straight.
-Christopher

The Spirit of Terrorism - by Jean Baudrillard

"The Spirit of Terrorism"
by Jean Baudrillard

Translated: Dr Rachel Bloul, School of Social sciences, Australian National University.

We have had many global events from Diana's death to the World Cup, or even violent and real events from wars to genocides. But not one global symbolic event, that is an event not only with global repercussions, but one  that questions the very process of globalization. All through the stagnant 90s, there has been "la greve des evenements" (literally "an events strike", translated from a phrase of the Argentino writer Macedonio Fernandez). Well, the strike is off. We are even facing, with the World Trade Center & New York hits, the absolute event, the "mother" of events, the pure event which is the essence of all the events that never happened.

Not only are all history and power plays disrupted, but so are the conditions of analysis. One must take one's time. For as long as events were at a standstill, one had to anticipate and overcome them. But when they speed up, one must slow down; without getting lost under a mass of discourses and the shadow of war ("nuage de la guerre": literally clouds announcing war), and while keeping undiminished the unforgettable flash of images.

All the speeches and commentaries betray a gigantic abreaction to the event itself and to the fascination that it exerts. Moral condemnation and the sacred union against terrorism are equal to the prodigious jubilation engendered by witnessing this global superpower being destroyed; better, by seeing it more or less self-destroying, even suiciding spectacularly. Though it is (this superpower) that has, through its unbearable power, engendered all that violence brewing around the world, and therefore this terrorist imagination which -- unknowingly -- inhabits us all.

That we have dreamed of this event, that everybody without exception has dreamt of it, because everybody must dream of the destruction of any power hegemonic to that degree,  - this is unacceptable for Western moral conscience, but it is still a fact, and one which is justly measured by the pathetic violence of all those discourses which attempt to erase it.

It is almost they who did it, but we who wanted it. If one does not take that into account, the event lost all symbolic dimension to become a pure accident, an act purely arbitrary, the murderous fantasy of a few fanatics, who would need only to be suppressed. But we know very well that this is not so. Thus all those delirious, counter-phobic exorcisms: because evil is there, everywhere as an obscure object of desire. Without this deep complicity, the event would not have had such repercussions, and without doubt, terrorists know that in their symbolic strategy they can count on this unavowable complicity.

This goes much further than hatred for the dominant global power from the disinherited and the exploited, those who fell on the wrong side of global order. That malignant desire is in the very heart of those who share (this order's) benefits. An allergy to all definitive order, to all definitive power is happily universal, and the two towers of the World Trade Center embodied perfectly, in their very double-ness (literally twin-ness), this definitive order.

No need for a death wish or desire for self-destruction, not even for perverse effects. It is very logically, and inexorably, that the (literally: "rise to power of power") exacerbates a will to destroy it.  And power is complicit with its own destruction. When the two towers collapsed, one could feel that they answered the suicide of the kamikazes by their own suicide. It has been said: "God cannot declare war on Itself". Well, It can. The West, in its God-like position (of divine power, and absolute moral legitimacy) becomes suicidal, and declares war on itself.

Numerous disaster movies are witness to this phantasm, which they obviously exorcise through images and submerge under special effects. But the universal attraction these movies exert, as pornography does, shows how (this phantasm's) realization is always close at hand -- the impulse to deny any system being all the stronger if such system is close to perfection or absolute supremacy.

It is even probable that the terrorists (like the experts!) did not anticipate the collapse of the Twin Towers, which was, far more than (the attack of) the Pentagon, the deepest symbolic shock. The symbolic collapse of a whole system is due to an unforeseen complicity, as if, by collapsing (themselves), by suiciding, the towers had entered the game to complete the event.

In a way, it is the entire system that, by its internal fragility, helps the initial action. The more the system is globally concentrated to constitute ultimately only one network, the more it becomes vulnerable at a single point (already one little Filipino hacker has succeeded, with his laptop, to launch the I love you virus that wrecked entire networks). Here, eighteen (dix-huit in the text)  kamikazes, through the absolute arm that is death multiplied by technological efficiency, start a global catastrophic process.

When the situation is thus monopolized by global power, when one deals with this formidable condensation of all functions through technocratic machinery and absolute ideological hegemony (pensee unique), what other way is there, than a terrorist reversal of the situation (literally 'transfer of situation': am I too influenced by early translation as 'reversal'?)? It is the system itself that has created the objective conditions for this brutal distortion. By taking all the cards to itself, it forces the Other to change the rules of the game. And the new rules are ferocious, because the stakes are ferocious. To a system whose excess of power creates an unsolvable challenge, terrorists respond by a definitive act that is also unanswerable (in the text: which cannot be part of the exchange circuit). Terrorism is an act that reintroduces an irreducible singularity in a generalized exchange system. Any singularity (whether species, individual or culture), which has paid with its death for the setting up of a global circuit dominated by a single power, is avenged today by this terrorist situational transfer.

Terror against terror -- there is no more ideology behind all that. We are now far from ideology and politics. No ideology, no cause, not even an Islamic cause, can account for the energy which feeds terror. It (energy) does not aim anymore to change the world, it aims (as any heresy in its time) to radicalize it through sacrifice, while the system aims to realize (the world) through force.

Terrorism, like virus, is everywhere. Immersed globally, terrorism, like the shadow of any system of domination, is ready everywhere to emerge as a double agent. There is no boundary to define it; it is in the very core of this culture that fights it - and the visible schism (and hatred) that opposes, on a global level, the exploited and the underdeveloped against the Western world, is secretly linked to the internal fracture of the dominant system. The latter can face any visible antagonism. But with terrorism -- and its viral structure --, as if every domination apparatus were creating its own antibody, the chemistry of its own disappearance; against this almost automatic reversal of its own puissance, the system is powerless. And terrorism is the shockwave of this silent reversal.

Thus, it is no shock of civilizations, of religions, and it goes much beyond Islam and America, on which one attempts to focus the conflict to give the illusion of a visible conflict and of an attainable solution (through force). It certainly is a fundamental antagonism, but one which shows, through the spectrum of America (which maybe by itself the epicentre but not the embodiment of globalization) and through the spectrum of Islam (which is conversely not the embodiment of terrorism), triumphant globalization fighting with itself. In this way it is indeed a World War, not the third one, but the fourth and only truly World War, as it has as stakes globalization itself. The first two World Wars were classic wars. The first ended European supremacy and the colonial era. The second ended Nazism. The third, which did happen, as a dissuasive Cold War, ended communism. From one war to the other, one went further each time toward a unique world order. Today the latter, virtually accomplished, is confronted by antagonistic forces, diffused in the very heart of the global, in all its actual convulsions. Fractal war in which all cells, all singularities revolt as antibodies do. It is a conflict so unfathomable that, from time to time, one must preserve the idea of war through spectacular productions such as the Gulf (production) and today Afghanistan's. But the fourth World War is elsewhere. It is that which haunts every global order, every hegemonic domination; -if Islam dominated the world, terrorism would fight against it. For it is the world itself which resists domination.

Terrorism is immoral. The event of the World Trade Center, this symbolic challenge is immoral, and it answers a globalization that is immoral. Then let us be immoral ourselves and, if we want to understand something, let us go somewhat beyond Good and Evil. As we have, for once, an event that challenges not only morals, but every interpretation, let us try to have the intelligence of Evil. The crucial point is precisely there: in this total counter-meaning to Good and Evil in Western philosophy, the philosophy of Enlightenment. We naively believe that the progress of the Good, its rise in all domains (sciences, techniques, democracy, human rights) correspond to a defeat of Evil. Nobody seems to understand that Good and Evil rise simultaneously, and in the same movement. The triumph of the One does not produce the erasure of the Other. Metaphysically, one considers Evil as an accident, but this axiom, embedded in all manichean fights of Good against Evil, is illusory. Good does not reduce Evil, nor vice-versa: there are both irreducible, and inextricable from each other. In fact, Good could defeat Evil only by renouncing itself, as by appropriating a global power monopoly, it creates a response of proportional violence.

In the traditional universe, there was still a balance of Good and Evil, according to a dialectical relation that more or less insured tension and equilibrium in the moral universe; - a little as in the Cold War, the face-to-face of the two powers insured an equilibrium of terror. Thus, there was no supremacy of one on the other. This symmetry is broken as soon as there is a total extrapolation of the Good (an hegemony of the positive over any form of negativity, an exclusion of death, of any potential adversarial force: the absolute triumph of the Good). From there, the equilibrium is broken, and it is as if Evil regained an invisible autonomy, developing then in exponential fashion.

Keeping everything in proportion, it is more or less what happened in the political order with the erasure of communism and the global triumph of liberal power: a fantastical enemy appeared, diffused over the whole planet, infiltrating everywhere as a virus, surging from every interstice of power. Islam. But Islam is only the moving front of the crystallization of this antagonism. This antagonism is everywhere and it is in each of us. Thus, terror against terror... But asymmetrical terror... And this asymmetry leaves the global superpower totally disarmed. Fighting itself, it can only founder in its own logic of power relations, without being able to play in the field of symbolic challenge and death, as it has eliminated the latter from its own culture.

Until now this integrating power had mostly succeeded to absorb every crisis, every negativity, creating therefore a deeply hopeless situation (not only for the damned of the earth, but for the rich and the privileged too, in their radical comfort). The fundamental event is that terrorists have finished with empty suicides; they now organize their own death in offensive and efficient ways, according to a strategic intuition, that is the intuition of the immense fragility of their adversary, this system reaching its quasi perfection and thus vulnerable to the least spark. They succeeded in making their own death the absolute arm against a system that feeds off the exclusion of death, whose ideal is that of zero death. Any system of zero death is a zero sum system. And all the means of dissuasion and destruction are powerless against an enemy who has already made his death a counter-offensive. "What of American bombings! Our men want to die as much as Americans want to live!" This explains the asymmetry of 7, 000 deaths in one blow against a system of zero death.

Therefore, here, death is the key (to the game) not only the brutal irruption of death in direct, in real time, but also the irruption of a more-than-real death: symbolic and sacrificial death - the absolute, no appeal event.

This is the spirit of terrorism.



Never is it to attack the system through power relations. This belongs to the revolutionary imaginary imposed by the system itself, which survives by ceaselessly bringing those who oppose it to fight in the domain of the real, which is always its own. But (it) moves the fight into the symbolic domain, where the rule is the rule of challenge, of reversal, of escalation. Thus, death can be answered only though an equal or superior death. (Terrorism) challenges the system by a gift that the latter can reciprocate only through its own death and its own collapse.

The terrorist hypothesis is that the system itself suicides in response to the multiple challenges of death and suicide. Neither the system, nor power, themselves escape symbolic obligation -and in this trap resides the only chance of their demise (catastrophe). In this vertiginous cycle of the impossible exchange of death, the terrorist death is an infinitesimal point that provokes a gigantic aspiration, void and convection. Around this minute point, the whole system of the real and power gains in density,  freezes, compresses, and sinks in its own super-efficacy. The tactics of terrorism are to provoke an excess of reality and to make the system collapse under the weight of this excess. The very derision of the situation, as well as all the piled up violence of power, flips against it, for terrorist actions are both the magnifying mirror of the system's violence, and the model of a symbolic violence that it cannot access, the only violence it cannot exert: that of its own death.

This is why all this visible power cannot react against the minute, but symbolic death of a few individuals.

One must recognize the birth of a new terrorism, a new form of action that enters the game and appropriate its rules, the better to confuse it. Not only do these people not fight with equal arms, as they produce their own deaths, to which there is no possible response ("they are cowards"), but they appropriate all the arms of dominant power. Money and financial speculation, information technologies and aeronautics, the production of spectacle and media networks: they have assimilated all of modernity and globalization, while maintaining their aim to destroy it.

Most cunningly, they have even used the banality of American everyday life as a mask and double game. Sleeping in their suburbs, reading and studying within families, before waking up suddenly like delayed explosive devices. The perfect mastery of this secretiveness is almost as terrorist as the spectacular action of the 11 September. For it makes one suspect: any inoffensive individual can be a potential terrorist! If those terrorists could pass unnoticed, then anyone of us is an unnoticed criminal (each plane is suspect too), and ultimately, it might even be true. This might well correspond to an unconscious form of potential criminality, masked, carefully repressed, but always liable, if not to surge, at least to secretly vibrate with the spectacle of Evil. Thus, the event spreads out in its minutiae, the source of an even more subtle psychological (mental) terrorism.

The radical difference is that terrorists, while having at their disposal all the arms of the system, have also another fatal weapon: their own death. If they limited themselves to fighting the system with its own weapons, they would be immediately eliminated. If they did not oppose the system with their own death, they would disappear as  quickly as a useless sacrifice; this has almost always been the fate of terrorism until now (thus the Palestinian suicidal attacks) and the reason why it could not but fail.

Everything changed as soon as they allied all available modern means to this highly symbolic weapon. The latter infinitely multiplies their destructive potential. It is the multiplication of these two factors (which seem to us so irreconcilable) that gives them such superiority. Conversely, the strategy of zero death, of a technological, 'clean' war, precisely misses this transfiguration of 'real' power by symbolic power.

The prodigious success of such an attack poses a problem, and to understand it, one must tear oneself away from our Western perspective, to apprehend what happens in terrorists' minds and organization. Such efficacy, for us, would mean maximal calculation and rationality, something we have difficulties imagining in others. And even then, with us, there would always be, as in any rational organization or secret service, leaks and errors.

Thus, the secret of such success is elsewhere. The difference, with them, is that there is no work contract, but a pact and an obligation of sacrifice. Such obligation is secure from defection and corruption. The miracle is the adaptation to a global network, to technical protocols without any loss of this complicity for life and to the death. Contrary to the contract, the pact does not link individuals -- even their 'suicide' is not individual heroism, it is a collective, sacrificial act, sealed by demanding ideals (I'm a bit free here but I feel it corresponds better to what is meant by 'exigence ideale'). And it is the conjunction of these two mechanisms, born of an operational structure and of a symbolic pact, which makes possible such an excessive action.

We have no idea anymore of what is such a symbolic calculation, as in poker or potlatch, with minimal stakes and maximal result. That is, exactly what terrorists obtained in the attack on Manhattan, and which would be a good metaphor for chaos theory: an initial shock, provoking incalculable consequences, while American gigantic deployment ("Desert Storm") obtained only derisory effects -- the storm ending so to speak in the flutter of butterfly wings.

Suicidal terrorism was the terrorism of the poor; this is the terrorism of the rich. And that is what specially frighten us: they have become rich (they have every means) without ceasing to want to eradicate us. Certainly, according to our value system, they cheat: staking (gambling?) one's own death is cheating. But they could not care less, and the new rules of the game are not ours.

We try everything to discredit their actions. Thus, we call them "suicidal" and "martyrs". To add immediately that such martyrdom does not prove anything, that it has nothing to do with truth and even (quoting Nietzsche) that it is the enemy of truth. Certainly, their death does not prove anything, but there is nothing to prove in a system where truth itself is elusive -- or are we pretending to own it? Besides, such a moral argument can be reversed. If the voluntary martyrdom of the kamikazes proves nothing, then the involuntary martyrdom of the victims cannot prove anything either, and there is something obscene in making it a moral argument (the above is not to negate their suffering and their death).

Another bad faith argument: these terrorists exchange their death for a place in Paradise. Their act is not gratuitous, thus it is not authentic. It would be gratuitous only if they did not believe in God, if their death was without hope, as is ours (yet Christian martyrs assumed just such sublime exchange). Thus, again, they do not fight with equal weapons if they have the right to a salvation we can no longer hope for. We have to lose everything by our death while they can pledge it for the highest stakes.

Ultimately, all that -- causes, proofs, truth, rewards, means and ends -- belongs to typically Western calculation. We even put a value to death in terms of interest rates, and quality/price ratio. Such economic calculations are the calculation of those poor who no longer have even the courage to pay (the price of death?).

What can happen, apart from war, which is no more than a conventional protection screen? We talk of bio-terrorism, bacteriological war or nuclear terrorism. But none of that belongs to the domain of symbolic challenge, rather it belongs to an annihilation without speech, without glory, without risk -- that is, to the domain of the final solution.

And to see in terrorist action a purely destructive logic is nonsense. It seems to me that their own death is inseparable from their action ( it is precisely what makes it a symbolic action), and not at all the impersonal elimination of the Other. Everything resides in the challenge and the duel, that is still in a personal, dual relation with the adversary. It is the power of the adversary that has humbled you, it is this power which must be humbled. And not simply exterminated... One must make (the adversary) lose face. And this cannot be obtained by pure force and by the suppression of the other. The latter must be aimed at, and hurt, as a personal adversary. Apart from the pact that links terrorists to each other, there is something like a dual pact with the adversary. It is then, exactly the opposite to the cowardice of which they are accused, and it is exactly the opposite of what Americans do, for example in the Gulf War (and which they are doing again in Afghanistan): invisible target, operational elimination.

Of all these vicissitudes, we particularly remember seeing images. And we must keep this proliferation of images, and their fascination, for they constitute, willy nilly, our primitive scene. And the New York events have radicalized the relation of images to reality, in the same way as they have radicalized the global situation. While before we dealt with an unbroken abundance of banal images and an uninterrupted flow of spurious events, the terrorist attack in New York has resurrected both the image and the event.

Among the other weapons of the system which they have co-opted against it, terrorists have exploited the real time of images (not clear here if it is real duration, real time or images in real time), their instantaneous global diffusion. They have appropriated it in the same way as they have appropriated financial speculation, electronic information or air traffic. The role of images is highly ambiguous. For they capture the event (take it as hostage) at the same time as they glorify it. They can be infinitely multiplied, and at the same time act as a diversion and a neutralization (as happened for the events of May 68). One always forgets that when one speaks of the "danger" of the media. The image consumes the event, that is, it absorbs the latter and gives it back as consumer goods. Certainly the image gives to the event an unprecedented impact, but as an image-event.

What happens then to the real event, if everywhere the image, the fiction, the virtual, infuses reality? In this present case, one might perceive (maybe with a certain relief) a resurgence of the real, and of the violence of the real, in a supposedly virtual universe. "This is the end of all your virtual stories -- that is real!" Similarly, one could perceive a resurrection of history after its proclaimed death. But does reality really prevail over fiction? If it seems so, it is because reality has absorbed the energy of fiction, and become fiction itself. One could almost say that reality is jealous of fiction, that the real is jealous of the image... It is as if they duel, to find which is the most unimaginable.

The collapse of the towers of the World Trade Center is unimaginable, but that is not enough to make it a real event. A surplus of violence is not enough to open up reality. For reality is a principle, and this principle is lost. Real and fiction are inextricable, and the fascination of the attack is foremost the fascination by the image (the consequences, whether catastrophic or leading to jubilation are themselves mostly imaginary).

It is therefore a case where the real is added to the image as a terror bonus, as yet another thrill. It is not only terrifying, it is even real. It is not the violence of the real that is first there, with the added thrill of the image; rather the image is there first, with the added thrill of the real. It is something like a prize fiction, a fiction beyond fiction. Ballard (after Borges) was thus speaking of reinventing the real as the ultimate, and most redoubtable, fiction.

This terrorist violence is not then reality backfiring, no more than it is history backfiring. This terrorist violence is not "real". It is worse in a way: it is symbolic. Violence in itself can be perfectly banal and innocuous. Only symbolic violence generates singularity. And in this singular event, in this disaster movie of Manhattan, the two elements that fascinate 20th century masses are joined: the white magic of movies and the black magic of terrorism.

One tries after the event to assign to the latter any meaning, to find any possible interpretation. But there is none possible, and it is only the radicality of the spectacle, the brutality of the spectacle that is original and irreducible. The spectacle of terrorism imposes the terrorism of the spectacle. And against this immoral fascination (even if it engenders a universal moral reaction) the political order can do nothing. This is our theatre of cruelty, the only one left to us, -extraordinary because it unites the most spectacular to the most provocative. It is both the sublime micro-model of a nucleus of real violence with maximal resonance - thus the purest form of the spectacular, and the sacrificial model that opposes to historical and political order the purest symbolic form of challenge.

Any slaughter would be forgiven them if it had a meaning, if it could be interpreted as historical violence -- this is the moral axiom of permissible violence. Any violence would be forgiven them if it were not broadcast by media ("Terrorism would be nothing without the media"). But all that is illusory. There is no good usage of the media, the media are part of the event, they are part of the terror and they are part of the game in one way or another.

Repressive actions travel the same unpredictable spiral as terrorist actions -- none can know where it may stop, and what reversals may follow. At the level of the image and information, there are no possible distinctions between the spectacular and the symbolic, between "crime" and repression.

And this uncontrollable unraveling of reversibility is the true victory of terrorism. It is a victory visible in the underground and extensive ramifications of the event - not only in direct, economic, political, market and financial recessions for the whole system, and in the moral and psychological regression that follows; but also in the regression of the value system, of all the ideology of freedom and free movement etc... that the Western world is so proud of, and that legitimates in its eyes its power over the rest of the world.

Already, the idea of freedom, a new and recent (sic) idea, is being erased from everyday lives and consciousness, and liberal globalization is being realized as its exact reverse: a 'Law and Order' globalization, a total control, a policing terror. Deregulation ends in maximal constraints and restrictions, equal to those in a fundamentalist society.

Production, consumption, speculation and growth slowdowns (but not of course corruption!): everything indicates a strategic retreat of the global system, a heart-rending revision of its values, a regulation forced by absolute disorder, but one the system imposes on itself, internalizing its own defeat. It seems a defensive reaction to terrorism impact, but it might in fact respond to secret injunctions.

Another side to terrorist victory is that all other forms of violence and destabilization of order favor it: Internet terrorism, biological terrorism, anthrax terrorism and the terrorism of the rumor, all are assigned to Ben Laden. He could even claim natural disasters. Every form of disorganization and perverse exchange benefits him. The structure of generalized global exchange itself favors impossible exchange. It is a form of terrorist automatic writing, constantly fed by the involuntary terrorism of the news. With all its consequent panics: if, in that anthrax story, intoxication happens by itself, by instantaneous crystallization, like a chemical solution reacting to the contact of a molecule, it is because the system has reached the critical mass that makes it vulnerable to any aggression.

There is no solution to this extreme situation, especially not war that offers only an experience of deja-vu, with the same flooding of military forces, fantastic news, useless propaganda, deceitful and pathetic discourses and technological deployment. In other words, as in the Gulf War, a non-event, an event that did not happen...

There is its raison d'etre: to substitute to a real and formidable, unique and unforeseeable event, a repetitive and deja-vu pseudo-event. The terrorist attack corresponded to a primacy of the event over every model of interpretation. Conversely, this stupidly military and technological war corresponds to a primacy of the model over the event, that is to fictitious stakes and to a non-sequitur. War extends/continues the absence at the heart of politics through other means