Sometimes, it’s morning in mid-June. The squirrels were herding in the trees as I scribbled and drank coffee. There was a crow. Now I’m in a wooden booth. Drinking tastier coffee. And reflecting on the difference between work and interconnections between people. Is the genealogy of one made up of the code of the other? Let’s find out. Work seems like goal-directed action that has a money component. Interconnection doesn’t require goals or money, but does it require actions? To walk, to observe, to be. Any good web has throughput and any throughput includes “action”. So work is a throughput method that can involve interconnection, but interconnection does not require work. And yet. If most of the humans are working during the week days, during the most interconnective hours, is the interconnection well most full in the workplace? They may be hoarding the water, but it is brackish. And I’d rather drink less water than try to filter saltwater through my system, outside of that which goes up my nose when I’m body surfing. So I’ll connect where and when people are available and without “work”.
“Think globally and act locally” is a cliché that seems problematic. I think “think a little more” would do the job much better, without drawing the ideologically totalitarian and actively little dichotomy.
Articulation can only survive its context, and so one’s thinking cannot expand beyond the borders of one’s context. And one’s context can only be global in a rough way, rough as sandpaper so large-grained as to be a piece of paper with rocks glued onto it. Not particularly good for smoothing surfaces or doing anything really. All context is local and all articulation is too, even if it’s categorically local and crosses borders. Categorical articulations can’t help but seek to dominate if they are globalized. Think about any issue and come up with a solution. Now bluntly apply that solution across more contexts. Now you’re an ideological totalitarian, and you’re certain you’ve found the gravity particle. But the gravity particle isn’t the end of the story. This turtle-set goes all the way down and there’s no way out without going in. I’m being vague; I prefer not to underthink and over-articulate, but that’s what most of my writing ends up being. Don’t read on if the vagueness is getting to you. But if you’ve made it this far, don’t you want to find out where this is going? I’m not sure if I do. But I have my hypotheses. It’s probably not going to work.
Roman Ryan 