My Own Private Ballykissangel

I was at the bank yesterday, and Juan, who has remembered my name from the day I met him (although it took him two days of reminding that he must call me “Frank” and not “Mr. Moraes”) asked me, “Do you have any plans for Easter?”

“Is it this Sunday?” I asked like the stupidest man alive given that the bank was overflowing with jelly beans and colored eggs. He gave me the kind smile of a gentle soul who is used to dealing with complete idiots.

Later the same day, I was back at the bank and Juan was gone, but another teller was there and the moment I entered, he called out to me, “Hi Frank!” It speaks ill of me that I don’t remember the name of this teller—especially after this “Norm” moment. I have an interesting relationship with him, because when he first started working at the bank, he didn’t seem to like me, and there is nothing I dislike more than people who dislike me. In retrospect, I think it was just that he was new and insecure and probably thought that being too friendly would get him in trouble. Now I find him one of the most pleasant young people I know.

There are two female tellers who I have similarly good relationships with. Again, I don’t remember their names because I’m a bad person. Also, there is an assistant manager sort of person who I got on wonderfully with, but who has left. Just yesterday, I met her replacement and she seems very nice. And then there is the bank manager himself, who doesn’t seem to know me, but who is nice enough to answer questions that have nothing to do with his job, like, “What ever happened to the $500 and $1000 bills? Why don’t they have them any more?”

This is all a very sad story: nowhere on earth am I made to feel more welcome than at my local US Bank branch. Of course, this does not mean I am most at ease there. I am most in my element at the Northwest Branch of the Sonoma County Library. If I died, I would want my ashes spread there. But only Susan (yes, I learned her name) at my local branch gives me the Norm treatment, by saying, “Hello Frank”—like a good public intellectual, however, she isn’t alluding to Cheers, but Educating Rita. (The allusion may be more fitting than she realizes!) And I will point out that as much as I like the other librarians, it is because of Susan that I give roughly $50 per year to Friends of the Library. (Actually, $1000 per year would be much closer to what I get from the library, but I figure I am doing okay and if my finances ever get more stable, I will give more.)

So the two places I have a true sense of community is at my bank and my library (and with my family, but that is something entirely different). It does seem sad, and yet, I know my bank tellers and librarians don’t have to be as sociable as they are with me. They seem to be genuinely interested in me and the other people they serve. It is as though we are all looking for our own Ballykissangel: a place where we have a place, and a place where we are (for good or bad) individuals. And though we will probably never find a Ballykissangel in the real world, we create it in a virtual sense with a smile, a wave, and the occasional, “Hello Frank!”

Politics: Thaddeus McCotter Can Play

The Man Can Play!

Conservative U.S. Representative Thaddeus McCotter recently did a video interview during which he is playing what looks like an American flag-painted Telecaster. Rachael Maddow has some fun with it, titling the segment, “This is the Worst Music Video I’ve Ever Seen.” I like Maddow a lot and I think McCotter is a proto-facist. Having said that, clearly being a proto-facist does not mean that you can’t play. The man is good. The world would be a better place if he stopped representing Michigan and spent his time on stage wailing: blow big man!

Politics: Any Film with Keenan Wynn…

Paul Krugman writes, “There Are No TV Series About Heroic Economists… But there was a so-bad-it-was-good movie about a villainous, murderous chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers.” He then provides the trailer for The Internecine Project. “So-bad-it-was-good”? Well, you know how much I hate that kind of talk so felt I had to slap back, but I’m not sure if the blog took my comment, so here it is:

Come on Krugman! Not every film with Keenan Wynn is bad! As a matter of fact, I’d say any film with him at least rises to the level of watchable—even Laserblast. You are a great man (really), but you are no film critic. And while I’m on the subject of pop art, why is it that you seem to only like the very worst Talking Heads songs? Do you mean to say that Crosseyed And Painless or Psycho Killer couldn’t be used to make points about the healthcare debate, Republicans in general, and Glenn Beck in particular?!

Politics: 20 April 2011

McBama

Paul Krugman makes an excellent point on his blog today:

One thing I guarantee you: if John McCain were living in the White House, these same people would have lots of good things to say about the stimulative effects of deficits in a depressed economy.

I know it’s an excellent point, because I’ve been making the same point for some time—particularly about healthcare. Note that “Obamacare” is exactly what John McCain campaigned on. Had he become president, I’m sure that we would have got the same plan. The only difference would have been that conservatives would have embraced it. It would not have been a major battle to get it passed. And the reason is clear: authoritarians (thank you John Dean) don’t stand for anything but standing in line: “for us and against them”—regardless of what “they” stand for.

How Do I Like Obama Now?

The last week I feel pretty damned good about him.

Grammar and Politics

One thing that I really hated about Ronald Reagan and George W. Bush was that they both spoke very poorly. On the other hand, I really like that Bill Clinton and Barack Obama are well-spoken. It matters to me that the president of the United States be able speak more or less correct English. It is bad when our school children see that the most powerful man in the world doesn’t even speak as well a local newscaster—a very low bar indeed. I don’t believe that any president in my lifetime has been stupid; I think that speaking poorly is a way for a president to say, “I’m not one of those elitist intellectuals.” And this is why I think we see this almost exclusively among Republican politicians. The Republican Party is an anti-intellectual party because it is so important for them to equate elitism with intelligence and knowledge rather than money and power—the attributes that truly make a person part of the elite. Thus, it came as no surprise to me when Donald Trump answered a question about why he illegally called his business school a university with, “We didn’t know there was any rules.” I don’t think that Trump is unaware that the correct construction is, “We didn’t know there were any rules.” Instead, I think it was a dog-whistle sentence. Without saying it, it told the intellectual-hating Republican Party base, “See! I’m not smart! I’m just like you!”

Happy Birthday!

One year since the spill and there is still plenty of oil floating in and around the gulf. And estimates are that there will be for the next ten years. Meanwhile, BP, Transocean, and Haliburton all had record profits the first quarter of this year. And Congress has not passed a single piece of legislation concerning deep-water oil drilling.

Box Office Poison at Mary’s Pizza Shack

Box Office PoisonYesterday while ingesting about a week’s worth of calories in pizza, beer, and brandy, I over-heard my waiter mention that he had a band. Given that he looked something of thirty years old, I figured his band might actually be interesting. (Yes, I am an ageist; other than chess players and Olympic gymnasts, I don’t think much of anything teenagers do.) His name was “J.D.” or—it seems—Josh Danger Clem and he informed me that the name of his band was Box Office Poison. That was a pretty clever name, I thought. Too clever it turned out. It took me a while to find JD’s band. It is not, for example, the more popular but far less interesting London based band.

Box Office Poison’s Facebook page contains five highly listenable songs. Clem told me that his band was post-punk but immediately took it back; artists never seem to be able to agree with themselves as to just exactly what they are. I wouldn’t necessarily call BOP post-punk myself. They do have wonderful rhythms that would make Gang of Four proud, but other than this, their sound is more retro and I am inclined to call them neo-punk, even if they have relatively broad influences. For example, they often sound like early Nirvana (Bleach, not Nevermind), but more they sound like Black Flag and the Ramones without the catchy hooks. In fact, if there is a problem with the band it is that the songwriting is just okay—kind of like what Mark Eitzel was doing on The Restless Stranger before he blew us away with everything from Engine on.

The musicianship on this collection is very good and the arrangements are first-rate—I’d like to see what a great producer could do with these guys. The recording is a little weak, but this may just be a result of the MP3 compression. In particular, there is some low frequency distortion that I found somewhat annoying. Overall, however, it was 15 minutes of very enjoyable music. I suspect that these guys kill live, so I’m going to try to find them. If I do, I will update here. In the mean time, give them a listen. And if enough of you do, maybe J.D. can stop waiting tables. (Of course, D. Boon never quit his day job!)

And yes, I tipped him very well.

Politics: 16 April 2011

My Taxes Are Too High!

I just wrote a check to the IRS for just under $2000 for my 2010 income taxes. This seems like a lot, when you consider that I only made about $20,000 last year. And that’s just the income taxes; I’m not talking about state and local taxes or payroll taxes or sales taxes (9.25% where I live). The great David Cay Johnston has written a wonderful article for Willamette Week called 9 Things the Rich Don’t Want You to Know About Taxes. You really should read it, but here is the list:

1. Poor Americans do pay taxes.
This is one of the most galling lies that I hear coming out of Faux News. It just isn’t true and no one can really think that it is. Does Gretchen Carlson really think that when a poor person buys a bottle of Windex at Safeway, the clerk doesn’t charge sales tax? Of course not. But then, I don’t need to remind any reasonable person that the people of Faux News are evil, stupid, dishonest or all of the above.
2. The wealthiest Americans don’t carry the burden.
If you make over $106,800 per year, you stop paying social security tax. By the way, getting rid of this limit is my preferred way to fix Social Security—even though there is really very little financial problem with the program anyway.
3. In fact, the wealthy are paying less taxes.
The median worker pays 23.4% of his income in taxes; the top 400 earners pay (Wait for it!) 18.7%. That’s 25% less than we working slobs.
4. Many of the very richest pay no current income taxes at all.
How can this be? Well, suppose you own a baseball team. You will only pay income tax on it if you sell it. So you don’t sell it. You borrow money against it (at ridiculously low interest rates) and thus you don’t have to pay any taxes. Just do this until you die.
5. And (surprise!) since Reagan, only the wealthy have gained significant income.
In the last 30 years, the median income in the US has stagnated. But the mean income has skyrocketed!
6. When it comes to corporations, the story is much the same—less taxes.
One word: loopholes.
7. Some corporate tax breaks destroy jobs.
You’ve got to read what Johnston has to say about this. Basically, low corporate tax rates increases unemployment. This may sound impossible, but it’s true.
8. Republicans like taxes too.
Say it ain’t so! But it’s true. It is just that they like to tax the poor.
9. Other countries do it better.
This is an excellent section where he points out that countries like Germany tax at a much higher level, but it is fairer and people actually get something for their taxes. Personally, I don’t like the fact that %20 of my tax dollars go to fighting wars I don’t believe in. It is also interesting that I am always hearing people complain that we give so much money to other countries in aid. We don’t. We give less than 3% of our budget in international aid, and most of that is prid pro quo. Almost all of our “aid” is in the form of bombs. Personally, I’d rather be alive and forsake that 20% “aid.”

But if you are too lazy to read the article, watch this clip of Chris Hayes hosting the Rachel Maddow show. It’s lots of fun.

Politics: 12 April 2011

I just wrote this letter to the president:

I am so disappointed with you, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. When I voted for you, I didn’t think that you were going to work miracles. However, I *did* think that you would stand up against the Republicans. Instead, you seem always to be giving into them–starting negotiations where they should end. This is well illustrated in the recent budget debate where the Republicans ended up with more than they originally asked for. At this point, I think that Hillary Clinton would have been better at dealing with the Republicans.

I am aware of your substantial accomplishments, and I am grateful for them, even if they are far less than our country needs.

At this point, unless you start being something more than just “not as bad as the Republicans,” or “Republican-light,” I will work to put together a primary challenger. If that doesn’t work, I might be forced to vote for a third party candidate.

I want to believe you. I want to back you. You have a year and a half to give me reason.

Thanks you.
Frank Moraes

Politics: 7 April 2011

Paul Krugman Looks Back

On his blog yesterday, Paul Krugman provides a list of things that politics pundits have been largely in agreement about.

George Bush is a nice, moderate guy, who will work in a bipartisan way.

George Bush is a heroic leader, who has risen to the occasion.

The case for invading Iraq is overwhelming; only a fool or a Frenchman could fail to be persuaded by Colin Powell.

John McCain is an independent-thinking maverick.

Paul Ryan is an honest, deeply serious thinker who really cares about the deficit.

The tax cut deal paved the way for a new phase of bipartisanship.

The Ryan plan sets a new standard of seriousness.

He claims to be puzzled at “the gullibility of so much of our pundit class.” But I don’t think he really is.

Politics: 21 March 2011

All the Faces of Gaddafi

It bothers me how Gaddafi is perceived throughout the developed world—especially in the United States. Once he was a villain. I remember when Reagan bombed him and how it upset me—not so much because I cared about Gaddafi or because I was philosophically against war but because I didn’t know where it would lead. It seemed like there was a lot of that during the Reagan-Bush years: running into conflicts without much thought. It seems like we are doing that now. That in itself is troubling, but what bothers me more is why it is so easy for us to do. For a few years, Gaddafi was a “good guy.” But the truth was that he never really got off our shit list. I think that if he had behaved and been a “good boy” for longer, he would have become an eternal “good guy.” If that transition had taken place, I doubt we would be bombing there now. My concern is that what we think about a country or leader—not what they do—determines what actions we take in these situations. If Gaddafi had a good reputation in the United States, the press coverage of his actions would have been told more from his perspective: the anti-terrorist narrative. And as a result, there wouldn’t be anything close to 70% of the country in favor of the no-fly zone.

I really don’t know what I think about the bombing of Libya. On the one hand, I think Gaddafi and his regime have been doing terrible things and that they should be stopped. On the other hand, I’m afraid that we may end up doing more harm than good. It reminds me of the invasion of Iraq. There was no doubt that Hussein was a bad guy[1], but it is doubtful that in all of his life he did and would have done nearly as much damage as we did. The case in Libya is at least clearer: Gaddafi was actively doing harm to his people. When Hussein was doing that, we just stood by and watched. But I’m still not sure.

[1] I seem to be unable to use the term “good guy” without scare quotes, but have no similar problem with “bad guy.” I think there is a lot in this. For whatever reason, I think “good guy” implies some kind of perfection, like having never done bad, while “bad guy” implies only badness past a certain, unacceptable, level. Another part of this has to do with the fact that I don’t think any ruler or ruling authority is ever good. Good people just aren’t attracted to power over others. (However, some are better than others.) I’m sure there is much more as well. Regardless, I am not going to change this idiosyncrasy, since I don’t see it as inconsistent.

The Problem With Wikipedia: Westbrook Pegler Version

One of many problems with Wikipedia is how it tends to homogenize history and people. Truly despicable people come off as okay because there is one person in the world who thinks he or she wasn’t a monster. See, for example, George Hearst. Or, more to the point, see Westbrook Pegler. According to Wikipedia today (18 March 2011), Pegler can be described as follows:

Francis James Westbrook Pegler (August 2, 1894 – June 24, 1969) was an American journalist and writer. He was a popular columnist in the 1930s and 1940s famed for his opposition to the New Deal and labor unions. Pegler criticized every president from Herbert Hoover to FDR (“moosejaw”) to Harry Truman (“a thin-lipped hater”) to John F Kennedy. He also criticized the Supreme Court, the tax system, and labor unions. In 1962, he lost his contract with King Features Syndicate, owned by Hearst, after he started criticizing Hearst executives. His late writing appeared sporadically in obscure publications, including the John Birch Society’s American Opinion.

This is actually pretty forceful for Wikipedia, and if Wikipedia were this good generally, I would not have a problem with it. However, it is a far cry from the following description of Pegler by Max Blumenthal in Republican Gomorrah, where he writes that Westbrook Pegler was:

a prominent mid-century columnist and demagogue who became one of the godfathers of right-wing populism. Pegler identified himself in a column defending a lynching in rural California: “I claim authority to speak for the rabble because I am a member of the rabble in good standing.” He was a sworn enemy of FDR’s New Deal and the Democratic Party’s alliance with labor unions, which he portrayed as an international Communist conspiracy designed to undermine the freedom of average working Americans. Pegler loathed FDR so intensely that when an assassin killed the mayor of Chicago, Anton Cermak, in an attempt on FDR’s life in early 1933, he lamented that the killer “got the wrong man.” During the latter phase of his career, Pegler morphed into a fanatical anti-Semite and open fascist, a curious development considering that he had married a Jew. His screeds grew so extreme even the John Birch Society barred him from the pages of its newsletter. “Some white patriot of the Southern tier will spatter [Robert F Kennedy’s] spoonful of brains in public premises before the snow flies,” Pegler wishfully predicted in 1965. Pegler died a year after RFK’s assassination.

(The material inside the square brackets was in the original.)

Many of the points made by Blumenthal are eventually mentioned in the Wikipedia article, but as is typical, they are without context and tend to gloss-over the horror that was Pegler. For example, it writes, “In 1965, referring to Robert F Kennedy, Pegler wrote: ‘Some white patriot of the Southern tier will spatter his spoonful of brains in public premises before the snow flies.'” That is an entire paragraph; there is no context, no sense of outrage; “Yeah, the guy called for the assassination of Robert Kennedy; so what?” Perhaps many places on the Internet (especially blogs) are over-opinionated, but Wikipedia is generally under-opinionated, as it must necessarily be because it has no authority.

Andrew Keen’s Big Bait and Switch

The Cult of the AmateurNeil Postman’s 1985 book Amusing Ourselves to Death is one of the most important, eye-opening books I have ever read. In it, he presents a history of communications in the United States and makes clear what Marshall McLuhan meant when he wrote, “The medium is the message.” Specifically, Postman discusses how reading a newspaper is different than watching the TV—news told with pictures is necessarily more simplistic than news told with words. Thus, if politics (for example) has become simplistic, it is because of the medium in which it is discussed. Amusing Ourselves to Death is an extremely sobering analysis of our culture.

A few days ago, I was browsing the library shelves and came upon a book that tries to do much the same thing,The Cult of the Amateur: How Today’s Internet is Killing Our Culture by Andrew Keen. Unfortunately, Keen is not up to the job. In fact, in the one instance where Keen quotes Postman’s book, he does so in a way that indicates he certainly didn’t understand it; perhaps he didn’t even read it:

In Amusing Ourselves to Death, his 1985 polemic against the trivialization of American life, Neil Postman argues that Las Vegas had become a “metaphor of our national character and aspiration, its symbol a thirty foot-high cardboard picture of a slot machine and a chorus girl.” Today, in the Web 2.0 epoch, Postman sounds as dated as Gibbons describing the decline of the Roman Empire. The poster of a slot machine has been digitalized and virtualized and is now ubiquitous and available at all times. Nobody needs to travel to Las Vegas—Las Vegas now comes to us.

Keen uses the quote in his discussion of the evils of Internet gambling—Postman has no interest in such trivial issues. It should come as no surprise this quotation is from the very first page of Amusing Ourselves to Death. This kind of razor-thin depth of thinking is both the supposed topic and the basis of Keen’s argument in The Cult of the Amateur. But as different as they are, it is easy to see why these two books should often be compared. On the surface, Postman’s book is a polemic against television and Keen’s is just the 2007 version: a polemic against Web 2.0. While this is an accurate description of Keen’s book it is not at all of Postman’s.

Amusing Ourselves to DeathPostman does talk a great deal about television, but that is simply because it was the dominant medium for public discussions in 1985. A thoughtful person can read Amusing Ourselves to Death today without missing its intellectual punch. Keen seems to find Postman dated because he doesn’t understand Postman’s basic thesis: there is a fundamental difference between communication with words versus that with images. Thus, Keen ignorantly thinks that there is a fundamental difference between television and Web 2.0. The truth is that the differences between Web 1.0 and Web 2.0 are very similar to the differences between a traditional newspaper and TV news. The move to Web 2.0 was a move in an intellectually more vacuous direction, but that was only because it made the Internet more like television. Keen misses this important change completely, and thus gives us a book indicative of exactly what he decries: the amateur as expert, because Keen is no professional, except in the sense that he was paid for his rantings. But if this definition is acceptable then Keen’s main argument vanishes: if making money is all that makes one a professional, then any loon blogger with a big enough audience to make a few pennies per month via Google AdWords is a professional and an expert.

Traditional Media is Not Necessary Better

Keen is at his best when discussing the Internet and its problems—especially its technical problems. It is when he compares traditional media with Web 2.0 that he runs into trouble, because he really only understands the Web. He has an almost religious belief in the beneficial power of editors and other assorted “gatekeepers” (a term he uses repeatedly, as though un-vetted information is something we must be protected against). It isn’t that he is wrong about the problems he identifies with Web 2.0 (although he greatly overstates most of his points), it is rather that he doesn’t understand that the same problems exist in traditional media.

He quotes a stark statistic: our trust in “ourselves and our peers” (not, as he unquestioningly assumes, necessarily a bad thing), went up from 22% in 2003 to 68% in 2006. This statistic sounds impressive, but it has two big problems. First, it is unclear exactly what it means, and the reference that he provides (“Edelman PR Press Release, January 23, 2006”) is basically useless. Second, such changes in what people say they think are not reliable and don’t really mean much. For example, in polls of CEOs of major corporations taken six months apart during the Reagan Administration, participants were asked what the most important issue facing their companies were. In the first poll, less than 10% mentioned drug use by their employees. In the second poll, just six months later, but after an intense government-pushed anti-drug propaganda campaign, over 60% mentioned drug use by their employees. So this jump in the number of people who trust themselves and their peers is probably a similar case. And in both cases, it was the traditional media who delivered the message: in the first case from the government and in the second, Silicon Valley “thinkers.”

Keen’s biggest error is his trust in traditional media and the idea that experts are somehow steeled against common human frailties. Look at the lead-up to the Iraq War: pretty much all mainstream media covered it as government propagandists, and those few outlets that were skeptical of Iraqi weapons of mass destruction (for example), soon fell in line when they saw that everyone else was in lockstep. (See, for example, Media Coverage of WMD Issue Gets Failing Grade: UM Study.) “Professional” no more means good than “amateur,” bad.

Later, Keen argues against the Google algorithm that equates truth with popularity. There is nothing wrong with this—anyone who has ever searched for information about gun control legislation will see the problem. However, he uses the Iraq War as an example of something that was popular but wrong. The problem is that the Iraq War was not popular—at least, not until after six months of traditional media-led government propaganda.

Without a hint of irony, he attacks Web 2.0 because Fox News picked up and pushed a discredited story by the online magazine Insight. But the problem here is not with Insight; they made a mistake that all traditional media outlets make from time to time: they used an unreliable anonymous source (just like Judith Miller and the New York Times). The problem is with Fox News, which does the same thing with misinformation from any source when it fits in with its political agenda. Yet Fox News is a traditional media source with editors and other assorted gatekeepers. To add irony to irony, Keen and his editors missed this obvious mistake of logic. Any media outlet or media form can be criticized, but unless its performance is compared to other sources, the criticism is meaningless. In the end, all we are left with is the criticism that Web 2.0 content is imperfect and that some sites are more trustworthy than others—exactly what can be said about traditional media.

He states:

Before the Web 2.0, our collective intellectual history has been one driven by the careful aggregation of truth—through professionally edited books and reference materials, newspapers, and radio and television. But as all information becomes digitalized and democratized, and is made universally and permanently available, the media of record becomes an Internet on which misinformation never goes away. As a result, our bank of collected information becomes infected by mistakes and fraud. Blogs are connected through a single link, or series of links, to countless other blogs, and MySpace pages are connected to countless other My Space [sic.] pages, which link to countless YouTube videos, Wikipedia entries, and Web sites with various origins and purposes. It’s impossible to stop the spread of misinformation, let alone identify its source. Future readers often inherit and repeat this misinformation, compounding the problem, creating a collective memory that is deeply flawed.

The fact that exactly the same thing goes on with traditional media seems to elude Keen. In fact, he uses a myth created by the mainstream media (that he constantly praises for being edited for truth by gatekeepers) in introducing the book itself. He writes, “It’s the work of an apostate, an insider now on the outside who has poured out his cup of Kool-Aid and resigned his membership in the cult.” Here, he is making reference to the mass suicide of Peoples Temple cult members. Although it is true that many members of the cult voluntarily drank their cyanide-spiked drinks (it was actually Flavor Aid, not Kool-Aid), those who did not wish to kill themselves—and there were many—were not allowed to simply pour out their cups. So misinformation is created by traditional media and people like Keen keep the spread of it going—even when they too are helped by editors and gatekeepers.

Profits and Porn

In the end, Keen’s primary concerns are corporate profits and online pornography. Let’s talk about all that lost revenue first, because he does. His concern for profits is stated as a concern for artists’ profits, but as one who just started his own publishing company, I can see for the first time that the greatest threat to my profits were always from publishers. Unless you are an A-list author (musician, artist, whatever), all you will get are the crumbs that fall off the corporate table. In general, a book writer gets 10% of the publisher’s profits of the sale of a book—50% or less—a lot less. Yes, the publisher takes a financial risk in publishing a book, but it is minor. And all they do is publish the book. There is next to no marketing or even editing. If a author wishes to get his book publicized, he had better make his own plan and contact media outlets to do interviews. Even the simple act of setting up a book tour is asking too much of most publishing companies. The corporate side of publishing takes minimal financial risk and receives almost all of the money in return. So when people like Keen talk about protecting “artists’ profits” they mean “companies’ profits.”[1]

He brings up the same, tired arguments we have heard so many times before about online piracy. I should be clear, I believe that artists should get paid for their work and I am very much against piracy, even when artists get a tiny fraction of the cost of a work. Just the same, copyright is a complex issue that shouldn’t be dealt with in a simpleminded manner. On the one hand, Keen assumes that every pirated copy of a work is lost revenue. This is clearly not the case: not every person who steals a song would have bought it if he had had to; it is a song, not a loaf of bread. On the other hand, Keen assumes that piracy has no up-side whatsoever. Again, this is clearly not the case: pirated works do have an advertising effect. One person may buy a song after hearing a pirated copy.

There is no doubt that piracy does cut down on the revenue that would normally come from a work of art. But this is an issue that can and should be dealt with separately from any discussion of Web 2.0. In particular, there is nothing in Web 2.0 that facilitates piracy over Web 1.0 or FTP or even Kermit. There is more than a bit of bait and switch here. Keen claims that there is something special about Web 2.0 that is killing our culture, but the first of his two major issues is not specific to it at all.

The second issue—pornography—has been enhanced by Web 2.0, but much of it was still available in the early days of the Internet and long before that, offline. There was even pornography available under the highly respectable Rec.Arts list of newsgroups: Rec.Arts.Erotica, which distributed reader contributed (yes, “amateur”) erotic stories. Pornographic images could similarly be downloaded via newsgroups and FTP. Porn websites were going strong in 1995—just two years after the creation of the World Wide Web.[2] What’s more, at that time, it was almost impossible to not see porn because so many porn sites lied about what they were and search engines were very trusting.

As with “artists’ profits,” Keen claims to be concerned with something other than what he is really concerned with—in this case, children being exposed to porn. But this is always the way, right? People in America will never own up to flat-out censorship; they just want to protect the children, and if that requires denying adults the right to see what they want, so be it; we have to do it: for the children.

It is true that improvements in technology have made porn distribution far easier. However, unless you are looking for it, you aren’t going to find it. The last time an unwanted pornographic web page displayed on my computer was back in 2002—pre-Web 2.0. Regardless, I don’t see how easy access to porn on the Internet is “killing our culture.” People will get their porn in whatever form necessary. You used to have to mail-order Super-8 porn movies and now you can have them stream directly to your television. Big deal.

The Big Lie

Keen’s book is not about what it claims to be, and the small part of the book that is, is not serious. Neil Postman was interested in a substantial topic. The subtitle of Amusing Ourselves to Death was “Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business,” and that is exactly what the book is about. Andrew Keen’s book is not about “the cult of the amateur”—at least not for very long. A better title for the book would have been its subtitle, “How Today’s Internet is Killing Our Culture.” Keen’s critique starts as a discussion of the problems of amateurs on the Internet (which is a problem—just not a big one), but quickly devolves into a culture war rant. The title and dust-jacket information certainly gave me the idea that this was going to be at least an interesting and provocative read. And I suppose that was the point. Had I been told that this was another conservative plea to protect corporations from thieves and children from pictures of naked people, I wouldn’t have read it. Few people would.


[1] Also note how publishers are paying authors lower royalties on electronic publications—exactly the opposite of what one would expect if publishers were actually adding value to the “product.”

[2] The original World Wide Web was just two programs: httpd and mosaic. The first—httpd, or http daemon—was the web server that listened (and still does) to port 80 on the network for HTTP commands. These commands would be things like, “Send me the web page /index.html.” The second—mosaic—was a web browser—not actually the very first web browser, but pretty close. It would receive data sent from httpd and display it properly. It would do other things too. For example, if it received that /index.html file and the file included an image tag, mosaic would then request that file from the server and display it in the page. And so on. The amazing thing is just how simple the World Wide Web is and how much has been done with it.