jogging, you were no martin luther king

It's been noted many times that favorable attention can crash a website. In the old days a thumbs-up from slashdot could drive traffic to your site that exceeded your host's bandwidth limitations. This was called being "slashdotted." Atrios regularly crashed bloggers he was trying to help.

A blog called The Jogging apparently thought it was the first to notice this phenomenon and arranged a demonstration: its posts on tumblr on a certain date would be intensified (I forget how--large hotlinked image files or something) so that massive traffic would be directed to a site that The Jogging's readers voted to deem most worthy of a love/hate homage. The project was couched alternatively as a tribute and an act of civil disobedience -- the ballot to determine which site to crash was very confusing but seemed purposefully radical when written in The Jogging's trademark high conceptualist style.

Tumblr objected to being used for a DDos attack -- of course -- and gave The Jogging till yesterday to pull down its call for lovebombing. The Jogging then took a poll of its readers to determine how to respond to tumblr's edict. Despite framing the poll question to make goading tumblr seem like a heroic act -- should I stick to my saintly principles and be shut down? -- the people spoke and said "yes, Jogging please go detourne yourself."

Now we won't have The Jogging to kick around anymore. (Why do I think it will be back tomorrow?)

There are easier ways to shut down a blog you don't want to write than committing "suicide by tumblr" and couching it as a noble deed. Or maybe that's too harsh and cynical, and The Jogging's author, Brad Troemel, genuinely believed he was accomplishing something by sticking his foot out to trip an elderly lady walking down the sidewalk. Wherever he pops up next, one hopes he will (a) write in a normal, conversational style, and (b) cover work he likes instead of thinking up feisty social interventionist projects that annoy people on an already-turbulent-enough Internet.

Update: I deliberately left out an earlier phase of the project, which got another website shut down. Troemel's version was supposed to be a protest, or something. Like so many of his projects it is too complicated to explain, and not in a good way, so I tried to simplify it. Another blog may be writing about this and I will try to do another update to correct any inaccuracies. In any case the issues of flooding other sites for art or agitiprop were all hashed out 10 years ago.

Update 2: OK, here is the sentence above that needs clarification: "The project was couched alternatively as a tribute and an act of civil disobedience -- the ballot to determine which site to crash was very confusing but seemed purposefully radical when written in The Jogging's trademark high conceptualist style." Apparently the ballot wasn't to determine which site to crash but in whose name jstchillin.org, which was already shut down, was to be crashed (or it is it re-crashed?). Glad we could clear this up.

Update 3: jstchillin.org still has pages up so this "protest" seems pretty bogus.

Update 4: We are discussing this non-discussable project at Paddy's. On a slow news day it's sometimes good to kick around a pointless topic just to keep conversational skills honed. "Did you hear about the guy that crashed his own site?" "Yeah, it was some kind of protest, or maybe he did it for love, or something." "Rad."

Update 5: Brad Troemel has responded ad infinitum on Paddy's blog. From his text full of favorable self-comparisons to conceptualist artists and scholars, I confirmed, at least, that my understanding of the project was correct. Please ignore the "clarification" in Update 2 above. Troemel has bigger fish to microwave than just the paradoxical effect of slashdotting; he believes he is exposing the systems of control beneath "helpful" Web 2.0 hosts. But everyone knows you can get bounced from a plane for talking (or joking) about a bomb in the security queue, and threats of cyber-mayhem similarly have hosts in a panic--this is not a stunning insight about the modern world.

Update 6, June 2012: The Jogging has reappeared on Tumblr. Reading back over my post and updates above, with hindsight, the issue of how much freedom you have on the 2.0 sites isn't necessarily stale but why pick on Tumblr when the 800 pound gorilla is Facebook? Two reasons I can think of: Tumblr is the easier target and a sizeable segment of left academia has agreed on Facebook as a digital commons and gives it a pass.

brooklyn openings

Thanks to curators Rod Malin ("Sanity Disobedience for a New Frontier" at Camel Art Space) and Lindsay Howard ("Dump.fm - IRL" at 319 Scholes) for two exhibitions I was proud to be included in (both opened Friday). My perceptions are biased so please go see the shows and let me know what you think; the openings for both were well-attended and fun.

Erik Stinson has some photos up of the dump opening (dumpening?), as well as a video where participants' schmoozing skills (I think) are rated on a 1-10 scale.

Stinson's installation in the show (photo and detail by hypothete) contains this verse:

"tom waits on the internet"

tom waits pulls into
a gas station on
the internet and says
"what kind of bourbon will make
blogs relevant again?"

[sad emoticon]

Hypothete's photos of the show begin here - then page back.

New Century Modern Surface Magazine

From Josh Kline's essay of that name in Paddy Johnson's ongoing IMG MGMT series:

Even with syndicated reruns of Japan’s 1990s lost decade playing to a captive audience in the States, pixelated glass shibboleths are still under construction all over Manhattan Island. Computer-aided Contemporary Modern architecture, art, and design continues to flood the worlds of aspiration and luxury. The flows of wealth initiated by the Bush administration (RIP KIT BFF 2001-2009) determined the tastemakers. Surface Magazine sold them on an updated Phillip Johnson lifestyle and the neo-con beneficiaries decorated their new privacy-optional lofts accordingly. Millions of Americans are experiencing culture shock in their own country and they are seeking refuge in the past. What looks good on those walls? Your Safe Institutional Nostalgia Shrine, brought to you by West Elm, Wallpaper, GWB, DC, PW & CR, the Internet and 9/11. Feel better, New Century Modernism.

The essay considers the appeal of Mad Men in an era of downturn and social fragmentation and notes that both our corporate barons and impoverished net-heads are time-traveling to the same era of high design and political incorrectness. Well, you can have the early '60s, uggh.

My own more simplistic take is that period admiration comes in 30-year increments: the '80s looked back to the '50s (Reagan, Memphis furniture), the '90s emulated the '60s (bell bottoms, "emo"), and the '00s enshrined the '70s (Dharma Initiative, Paperrad).

As for the fascination with gleaming, artificial surfaces in architecture: it's easy to see why these buildings get built: contractors can slap together metal and glass much more simply and cheaply than crafting buildings of solid stone with intricate marble facades. As Kline suggests, computer aided design just twists the same old glass box:

Photoshop can change the color of the Barcelona Couch to match the grayscale conceptual painting on the wall and a 3D modeling program can take the gleaming Mies van der Rohe crystal building and twist it into a pleasing shape that evokes “movement” and fractals. The Titanium Macintosh iComputer, “designed in California”, rests in peace easily on top of the glass desk designed for Herman Miller. The Modern surface is back in force.

Except the cliche of the Modern surface has been with us for a few decades and not everyone wants it. Historic preservation of brick buildings, cultivation of greenspace, Palazzo Chupi (yes!), and the yurts and sweat lodges of neo-hippiedom present strong countervailing urges. Beige desktop PCs still dominate in offices (except now they are black) and the true aristos prefer an anonymous or classic style to the soon-to-be-dated "high tech" sheen of Apple and Oral-B toothbrushes. Some artists even prefer animated GIFs of "shitty art from the '40s" (thank you again, troll) to the vaguely sickening Steve Jobs smoothiverse.

formerly free culture

Missed the opening of the "Free" exhibition at the New Museum this week. In a piece for Artforum's online edition, "Free" curator Lauren Cornell says she originally planned to call the show "Free Culture," after Lawrence Lessig's book. Frankly that would have been a gutsier name, playing on the dual notion that online actors are freer in their movements than their gallery counterparts but also offering a countercultural-esque reply to the copyright, trademark, and patent regimes that confuse and strangulate expression. But this is a museum show and you can't offend the galleries and you can't upset the venture capitalists. That's not why Cornell says she dropped the word "culture" from the title; am just thinking about the implications of the two names and can find nothing to say about "Free." I think of "Born Free," the tale of two lionesses, and Freedom Fries, which are no longer sold in the House of Representatives cafeteria.