Showing posts with label Day After Tomorrow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Day After Tomorrow. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2009

416. Haunting Poem "Transitions Under Knowledge Acquisition": So Much for Objectivity of Science! (Intersubjectivity)

Transitions Under Knowledge Acquisition
By Victoria "Stokastika" (c) 2004-2005
The more you know
What's Real from Fake--
The more you know,
Your emotions decay.
The more you know,
In rationale you partake,
And you care so much more
About what's at stake.
The more you know
What's Real from Fake--
The more you know,
Better decisions you make.
The more you know,
The more you create,
And you care so much more
About what's at stake.
Yet
With Plasticky Knowledge
To Improvise,
Adapt to Unexpected
And come out---
Alive.

As my head thinks it is still swaying back and forth on a boat, my mind continues to revisit a poem entitled "Transitions Under Knowledge Acquisition," which documents an angle of intersubjectivity (lack of objectivity) of science: knowledge acquisition of a subject or object is usually coupled with deep emotional attachment, hence biasing what we as scientists know and how we make decisions.

Lack of knowledge --> apathy --> lack of care --> lack of action or innovation or management

Knowledge acquisition --> emotional attachment --> care --> action / innovation / management

I originally wrote the poem above a couple of weeks after watching "The Day After Tomorrow," a climate change Hollywood flick that was a little bit ahead of the times... Al Gore's Inconvenient Truth came out about a year later. I was about to watch the film with Seth and other cool UC Riverside Earth Scientists, but it turned out that they went without me, and I went with a friend--but I don't remember exactly who. I vividly remember driving from Riverside to the Moreno Valley Walmart off Day Street, and this poem came pouring out of my head! My father was forced to watch the film on his Birthday with all the other geologists up in the White-Inyo Mountains either in September of 2008 or 2007. He was disgusted by the science of the film, simply because it was "science fiction too intertwined with science" that it would be too difficult to pick apart for the generic public, but I think he enjoyed the notion that the star of the show was a paleoclimatologist--somewhat like himself--and that sometimes esoteric, abstract knowledge from the university can have political implications and can actually serve in the equation of natural selection and survival of the fittest: the few people who knew how the storm operated survived while all the other ignorant humans croaked like ants sprayed with windex. The film clearly portrayed the role of science in society, from esotericism to pragmatism to political decision-making... all the way to survival of one or a few individual lives. I felt that the underlying mechanisms of science were stripped down to its barebone nakedness.

Soon after writing the poem, I incorporated the piece into my Question Reality manuscript (http://lulu.com/questionreality). But it keeps coming back to haunt... so I better blog it as well.

I suppose I am now preaching to the choir.... At the last AAAS meeting in Chicago, Al Gore provided a mandate that scientists must get involved in politics, meaning that scientists must take responsibility for what they know. Ahem and amen. Not Al Gore Style politics, but something of the like....

Sunday, September 23, 2007

"Zen of Rock Crab: Parts to Whole" / Kinkos Files Props Ready to Print for Introduction




















I just got off the phone with my father, sir Bub. Ha ha. He used to be ChairBub of the Earth Science Department at UCR, but those horrid days are OVER. At the White-Inyos Mountain Field Station, they threw this big party for Bub for his birthday--and Tom Bristow's birthday as well. The cake was a very elaborate map of the region, with geological features, the works! Bub got a bunch of t-shirts. Tons of crazy stuff happened! I am trying to get over my phase of jealousy. Bub said people took lots of pictures. One of his presents was the movie "The Day After Tomorrow" and dxmmit, FINALLY he watched that movie! We discussed it together, and I'll ultimately write a critique on it. I'm thumbs up on the movie overall.

In an attempt to focus... Above are the images that I frantically printed at the Kinkos at midnight a few days before the "Zen of Rock Crab" film was due. I used these props, in addition to Sam and Sherry Shrout's now FAMOUS plastic crabs (from Scavenge lingerie store, downtown Santa Barbara). I tried to film the color prints at Kinkos, but the environment was so boring and drabby. I was somehow spontaneously creative even at 1am in the morning (I currently have lost that ability, lack of creative metabolic drive due to the off-quarter season). I said, if I really want to hook people to this movie, I have got to think of something real spiffy, real "slick." As I have acquired the nickname "SlickVic" in a Nevada adventure geology field trip with Seth and Joe... and Skitz, the schizophrenic ranchhand in the boonies of Nevada. So, ultimately, I strategically placed my color prints all over displays and grad mail room props in the Geology building. When I was doing this, I felt that I overlaid this negative layer of failure and incompletion with a positive layer of positive addiction and creativity. I overlaid my painful past with a very new, recent, thriving present film-making present. Riverside is so full of stories like that. I'll probably keep going back to Riverside to film specific elements, just to replace negative layers of pain with positive layers of progress. It's like I'm in a two-year mental debt to my own home-town. Recooperation is a slow progress. It will involve a lot of writing... like this. One part of the movie, I have a very faded image of myself on the wall near by Mary Droser's office. I managed to get a nice smile with my hermit crab hat on (which I don't have right now, though I wish I did). [I smell pot downstairs. Oh well. Maybe it's a skunk. Pot. Weed. Skunk. Whatever.] Nevertheless, the picture was faded and the smile was hiding, insecure, faded, fake, delusioned. I had my name there and my interests in marine historical ecology (which I am still interested in, but in a movie-sort of way, not a scientific writing document sort of way). Like I'd rather make a marine historical ecology movie than write three boring scientific papers. I'd love to make a movie about "Ecological Ghosts" with the general theme of what things are like now isn't necessarily how it will be, and how it was before. We are surrounded by ghosts that we take for granted, ghosts that we need to know about, if we truly want to know and create a future for ourselves and the world that we live in. You could basically make an Ecology Freak Movie like Blaire Witch Project, quite easily. So here, great! I'm giving my idea out for free.... As long as I receive credit and citation for the idea, you can go ahead and have it. Make the dxm movie without consulting me! My goal is to BEAT YOU to it!

So again, I have this faded picture of myself, and instead, here I am, quickly getting a comical "MockHollywood" image of myself posing for the camera with my older Nikon Coolpix camera, out in the desert by Ruby Mountain (where we mapped igneous rocks spring of 2006). Instead, it says "Victoria: [Rock] Crab Paparazzi." I replaced an older, demonic definition of self, with a newer, up-to-date version of Victoria. Goes great on business cards as well. It's just a joke. I am not obsessed with the rock crab itself. I am obsessed with it's philosophical symbolism of the matrix of human ecology. That's what makes me so driven about the project. The rabbithole of philosophical context of the rock crab. That's all. And, to top it off, I don't mind calling myself a Film Student. It just slipped right out of my mouth. Like I barfed out a rose, and it came out in one piece, stille even SMELLING like a rose. Victoria: Film Student. Voila. Classify Victoria. Theory of Mental Everything. Seeker of Holistic Education. Victoria. Film Student.