Bowerbird #14: Disassembled Radio Girl Scout
Young Americans—even more so than older Americans—appear to have acquiesced to the idea that the corporatocracy can completely screw them and that they are helpless to do anything about it. We had never believed that particular ghost story and suspected that these strange acoustic reflections in fact came from large groupings of fish. Being proud to be an American when you did not make the conscious choice or suffer any hardship or struggle to do so is the same as being proud of winning a soccer match because the other team didn’t show up. This makes sense: the only thing worse than an office full of assholes is an office full of assholes telling us what to do. Believing that something must be true about the world because you can’t imagine otherwise is, five hundred years into the Age of Science, not a recommended strategy for acquiring reliable knowledge. This is shocking only to the most fanatical admirers of French-style gardens. We feel a similar eeriness when interacting with robots and models that look almost human but fall short of convincing us because of subtle peculiarities in their features. It is a minor triumph of normal human creativity. The beauty of it is undeniable, as well as the astonishing and intricate nature of how it was formed. It’s much better when you build your own weapons.