31/10/’16 – OOC ΦΟΥΧΑΤΑ

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ΠΑΙΖΕΙ: VITALIC – OK COWBOY (πορωτική ηλεκτρονική μουσική για μεγάλα ηχεία – και να ήθελα, δεν θα μπορούσα να σας πω περισσότερα για το είδος ακριβώς γιατί είμαι χαζούλης στη μουσική ταξονομία)

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Καλημέρα.

Γράφω στο κρεβάτι μου. Πήρα το λάπτοπ από το σαλόνι το οποίο το έχω κάνει αρκετά ακατάστατο ώστε να το νιώθω άνετα ως χώρο εργασίας και το μετέφερα κάπου που ταιριάζει καλύτερα: in my actually lap. Το πάπλωμα του κρεβατιού το χωρίζει από το στρώμα των ποδιών μου – γούνας, λίπους και μυών, σε μια αναλογία που μπορεί να αλλάξει μελλοντικά, αν συνεχίσω να κάνω ποδήλατο όσο κάνω τις τελευταίες μέρες.

Λένε ότι είναι κακό να έχεις το λάπτοπ να κάθεται πάνω σε πράγματα όπως κουβέρτες και στρώματα. Αυτή τη στιγμή το δικό μου τρέχει σε battery saving mode και δεν βγάζει σχεδόν τίποτα από τα ανεμιστηράκια, και το γεγονός αυτό με κάνει να νομίζω ότι δεν υπάρχει πρόβλημα. Το αναφέρω σε περίπτωση που ανησυχείτε για την υγεία του.

Ξεκίνησα να γράφω σήμερα χωρίς κάτι ιδιαίτερο στο μυαλό μου. Απλά συνεχώς λέω στον εαυτό μου ότι θέλω να γράφω περισσότερο, αλλά διαρκώς τελευταία στιγμή με απορροφάνε άλλα πράγματα, συνήθως λιγότερο δημιουργικά. Σήμερα με το που ξύπνησα είχα όρεξη, και δεν την άφησα να πάει χαμένη. Γράφοντας έρχεται και περισσότερη όρεξη, άλλωστε. Η ιδέα είναι να ξεκινήσω να γράφω κάτι κάθε πρωί. Κάτι σαν morning pages αλλά κατάλληλα για εδώ.

Αυτή τη στιγμή πίνω καφέ φίλτρου με αραιό γάλα βρώμης. Το γάλα βρώμης το έφτιαξα με ολόκληρη βρώμη που αγόρασα (μοιάζει κάτι μεταξύ ρυζιού και σιταριού), αλλά δεν έχω blender που να κάνει καλή δουλειά κι έτσι προσπάθησα να το κάνω με αυτό το πράγμα που χτυπάς τον πουρέ και κάνεις τις σούπες βελουτέ (δεν πέτυχε). Τη στέρεα βρώμη που έμεινε την τρώω για πρωινό. Εδώ και καμιά βδομάδα που γύρισα από το τετραήμερο σεμινάριο που πήγα στο Free and Real στην Εύβοια για οικολογική δόμηση, στο οποίο κάθε μέρα φτιάχναμε και απλώναμε cob και ασβεστώναμε, με ενέπνευσε η δική τους φάση εκεί και θέλω να αφαιρέσω όσο γίνεται τα γαλακτομικά από τη διατροφή και να δω τι θα συμβεί.

Στο Free and Real τρώγαμε μαρμελάδες δικές τους με ψωμί (π.χ. μαρμελάδα βανίλια – το φρούτο), όπως και φουχάτα, μια δική τους συνταγή για ψωμοαλοιφή που έχει με φουντούκι, χαρούπι, ταχίνι και σιρόπι αγάβης που κατα εκείνους «έχει νικήσει την σοκολάτα» και πρέπει να ομολογήσω ότι για vegan Merenda κάνει εξαιρετική δουλειά. Επίσης τρώγαμε φρούτα, τομάτες και αγγούρια, το ίδιο και για το μεσημεριανό, και μόνο το βράδυ τρώγαμε μαγειρεμένο vegan φαγητό, το οποίο παρεπιμπτόντως ήταν εξαιρετικό: ο τύπος που είχαν εκεί να μαγειρεύει, ένας Αντρέας ο οποίος μένει στο Free and Real ήδη κάποιους μήνες, κάτι έκανε και όλα του τα φαγητά ήταν καταπληκτικά, με πολλά όσπρια, αρκετά μπαχαρικά και λίγες κλανιές – μια διόλου ευκαταφρόνητη ισορροπία που απαιτεί δεξιότητα.

Η διατροφή λοιπόν σε εκείνη την ομοφαγική/vegan κοινότητα με ενέπνευσε να δω τι μπορώ να κάνω κι εγώ. Προς το παρόν η αλήθεια είναι ότι έχω φάει και τυριά, και τζατζίκια, και γλυκά με γάλα και αυγά στα διάφορα τραπέζια που έχω πάει αυτές τις γιορτινές μέρες (στη γιορτή μου και την 28η), για να μην μιλήσω για το πάρτι του Καταζά και τι πίτσες τσάκισα εκεί, ή χτες που ήμουν καλεσμένος σε ένο δείπνο στην Αίγινα όπου έφαγα και σουτζουκάκια.

Για κάποιο λόγο δεν με πτοούν αυτές οι φαινομενικές αποτυχίες. Γενικά, αυτές τις μέρες μπορώ να πω ότι παίζω με το out of character (OOC) και out of the comfort zone και με τις χαζές ενοχές που προκύπτουν από το να κάνω τα πράγματα που είχα ίσως υποσχεθεί στον εαυτό μου κάποτε είτε ότι θα τους αντισταθώ ή ότι δεν θα κάνω ποτέ. Η ικανοποίηση της παραβίασης του comfort zone είναι μεγαλύτερη από τις τύψεις της παραβίασης του εσωτερικού κανονισμού συμπεριφοράς. Ή μήπως ο εσωτερικός κανονισμός συμπεριφοράς μου έχει κάποια κρυφή παράγραφο, κάποια σχετικά πρόσφατη αναθεώρηση, που επιτρέπει ή/και προτρέπει την εκτός χαρακτήρα και φούσκας συμπεριφορά; Θα κλείσω με ερώτηση όπως κάνω πολύ συχνά;

THE GUARDIAN: WE’RE ALL LOSERS TO A GADGET INDUSTRY BUILT ON PLANNED OBSOLESCENCE

THE ARTICLE

It looks at the topic from a consumer rights point of view, but the effects on the environment from the production of so many gadgets and their subsequent chucking that ultimately leads them to some cancer-ridden, polluted third world country, are just as significant.

See also: Ψηφιακά Νεκροταφεία

I wrote about planned obsolescence in consumer electronics at some length when I got the laptop I’m typing this post from. Getting my smartphone (which I’m still not using as a phone) a few weeks back was more a matter of overcoming the sensation that I’m being led into some trap than anything else.

How long will these gadgets last? Where will they ultimately end up? Will I be strong and responsible enough to make a different choice next time I need new electronic gear? Is there a responsible choice that would differentiate a user from a mere consumer?

SECOND NEW LAPTOP, FIFTH NEW COMPUTER

In late June – that’s already 2 months now, frack! – I got myself a new laptop with the money I got from my father’s insurance company as a reward for managing to not die before turning 25 or something to that effect. It’s a lot less than what I should have got,  given the amount of money my father had been paying every year for me to be entitled to this. Even the sum itself, while indeed the same numerically as the one in the original contract, is worth much less today because of the beautiful human construct called inflation, a fact which I’m sure my insurance company, and all insurance companies everywhere since forever for that matter, must have preciously kept in mind before sealing the deal. Still. Still! This boost isn’t enough for me to do everything I ever wanted (that costs money), but it’s enough to do at least some of those things (that cost money), or indeed, individually, anything I ever wanted, apart from maybe owning land, a car, or a sailing boat. My wishes aren’t so costly anyway. Thanks dad.

So, the time of choices was – and still is – upon me. The first one I made was, as I mentioned in the first sentence, to buy a new laptop. My cheap old Acer served me well for the 5 years I had it and now I transferred it to Zanda, who’s been out of a computer almost since we got here in Sofia. She’s been taking good care of the little grandpa, including surprisingly taming his overheating, random-restarting temper by simply cleaning him a little bit with a paintbrush, so I can now safely assume he’s in good hands.

Back to my own new laptop. After 4-5 days of furious googling, redditing and reading reviews, comparing prices, all the things you do when you’re itching to invest on any shiny new piece of tech and that have utterly transformed in unfathomable ways how consumers exercise their right and obligation of being  good citizens, I made my decision: the best available bang for the buck and the best fit for my needs, namely the ability to play not-so-demanding games decently (you know, the weird ones I like), longevity – i.e not having to buy another laptop for another 5 years or even more if I can make it – and to have a desktop replacement, since 1) who knows where I’ll end up next year or the one after the next? and 2) Cuberick is getting old, even after I upgraded him a few years back. His GFX card has been the same since early 2008, for one thing…

Many thoughts went through my mind before I made my decision (duh). I had a lot of doubts about buying something so expensive, perhaps the single most expensive thing I ever bought with my own money. “Should I get a used laptop instead? How big of a difference will paying more now make in the long run, after the novelty has worn off? Will the extra €100 or so for the model with the “significantly” better graphics card also make a difference, when this new digital companion won’t be that good in playing games anyway?” As a person who tries to be against over-consumption and for simplicity, frugality and smart buys, and as one who, truth be told, hasn’t stuck to these ideals as of late, I had such mini-anxieties before taking the big step. At the end I went along the line of reasoning that dictates that important tools excuse lavish spending. Maybe.

This is the laptop: the ASUS N56JR-S4078D. Notebook review link – the only difference with the S4078H model in that review is that mine has a keyboard in English/Cyrillic; perfect for learning  and typing in Bulgarian and – why not? – one day Russian. Here’s a good topic containing discussion on this model.

I got it from pcstore.bg, which was the only retailer in Bulgaria who actually had it in stock at the time. I checked to see if it was available anywhere in Greece, but surprisingly it appeared that no models of the N56 line had been made available from ASUS in the county. Hah! I own something that doesn’t exist in Greece!

For all its good points, the model didn’t have an SSD, something I’d been dying to get my hands on. Instead it had a Blu-Ray writer! I got a 120GB Samsung SSD for it and replaced the optical drive with that. I also got a USB enclosure for the removed optical drive. It feels super-neat having a small external device capable of reading and writing on pretty much every optical medium, but I’ll probably hardly ever use it. Optical simply faded away and nobody shed a tear…

All things accounted for, I paid 1958lv for it. That would have translated into less than 1000€ if Alpha Bank hadn’t screwed me over with their extortionate exchange rate from euro to leva, so I had to pay more or less 60€ extra for the luxury of moving money from my Greek account to pcstore.bg’s Bulgarian account. #$&@*! I At least I got some feelings of compensation from the sweet Razer messenger laptop bag pcstore.bg was giving away with every purchase of this particular laptop model. I might not have played Dragon Age II, nor do I plan to, but who cares? Actually, now that I looked up that link to Razer’s site for the bag, I’m disappointed that it wasn’t the Mass Effect II or the Starcraft II variation – hey, what’s up with the sequels? *shakes head violently* No, no. I got this bag for free. No complaints, kay?

Here’s a review of the laptop, linking to other reviews by the same guy:

And here’s a picture from the first time I turned it on:

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And here begins the point of this post. The moment I opened the box and got my hands on this beauty, I wanted the above video review to be done by me. I love the black keys over the polished aluminium – I’ve already confused Macbook Pros with N56s on-screen; Daphne had to correct me when we were watching Utopia. I felt so special for owning this thing. I wanted to make videos showing all the little bits, pieces and magic, take pictures, share the excitement! Meanwhile, I was careful not to leave fingerprints anywhere; I cleaned the screen meticulously (me?! Amazing, right?) or thought twice before installing any program (still do). I wanted to leave it in as a pristine condition as possible.

I wanted to write this post ever since I got my spanking new N56JR. But then life happened for a bit and I was too busy. Frankly, the more weeks passed, the less I had an idea of what to write about. Little by little, my enthusiasm was diminishing and I was starting to look at my new possession for its pure utilitarian value, the way you always do with stuff, no less according to Heidegger and what he said about the difference between things being ready-to-hand and present-at-hand. I’m showing off here, BTW: I don’t really know much about dead German philosophers, or any philosophers for that matter, but especially about dead German philosophers; I just remember what I studied of his theories from when I was doing my Heidegger and Haiku paper. To put it differently, there is a fundamental difference of interaction between when you notice your tool and when you just use it. I’m slowly going into the latter stage, of just using the tool.

It’s another reason I posted a “long term” review above (and was pleasantly surprised to come across one); I can see that reviewing something when you’ve just plucked it from the box must be very different from reviewing it after you’ve had it for a while. Yet, there’s unboxing videos combined with “reviews” everywhere on YouTube. Another German philosopher put it very eloquently: fetishising of commodities. Hell, I’ll be damned if I haven’t used the word sexy for plastic things that work on batteries other than your typical sex shop’s inventory.

So what’s so special about that, about my new tool? What warrants this post? I started reasoning that nobody would care about my new laptop. Why would you? I mean, I would probably not care if you bought a new laptop. Why should I? Big deal, it’s a laptop. Ya like it? Goodonya mate. Happy you’re happy.

It’s just a laptop. We might be loving it today, but tomorrow we’ll be tired of it, the day after we’ll be cursing at it and not taking good care of it and then one day we’ll be happily chucking it. Or giving it to Zanda. Anyway, even if we give it to Zanda, its final destination will inevitably be this place:

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(related post in Greek)

We’re like this with everything we buy, but especially electronics. I would be very happy if I could get a laptop that would last me 10 or 20 years, the way things used to be, before growth at any cost became the name of the game. Okay, perhaps growth has been the name of the game for far longer than since whenever the first consumer appliances reared their digital faces. But it used to be the case that things just lasted! They were made for it. Are you aware of the Lightbulb Conspiracy? Or good old Story of Stuff?

I don’t believe perpetual “progress” expressed in better specs in the field of consumer electronics , such as which forces you to always need to buy the new model of iPhone, console, laptop or digital camera, is as benign, healthy, or even necessary as it’s made out to be. Far from it. What if progress meant sustainability, reduced waste in production, replaceable and recyclable parts? I would gladly sacrifice my laptop’s power if it meant that I would still be able to use it effectively in 2025. I just contradicted myself, didn’t I? Frack it.

To end this rant, I love my new laptop. It works well and I feel good using it. I enjoyed writing about it and I enjoy writing on it. I would recommend it.

But I also felt guilty enough to write this post.

 

Danish Diaries #14: Putada

Putada 1: I moved out of my room 4 days ago. The clever thieves called Kollegiekontoret, the people behind the dorms of Århus, have included in the contract that when you pay your rent until a certain day you must leave 7 working days earlier (+ the weekend). So my contract ends on the 15th but I had to leave my room on the 6th. These 9 days are included in the rent, of course! Yes, of course! I’ve paid for something that is impossible to use by contract. Well done, Kollegiekontoret, well done.

Putada 2: Moving out means cleaning your room thoroughly, which makes the whole ”7 days!” even stranger, since at least in theory the room is perfectly ready for its next inhabitant. Anyway, I did clean my room thoroughly, took everything and moved it to Ana’s place (thanks Ana!). So the guy came and inspected the room. He had to use his almost UV flashlight to show me how ”dirty” the tiles and the basin were. Yeah. So, 30 euros deducted from my deposit because of some barely visible scale in the bathroom. Emphasis on the barely: I did clean it. It just wasn’t, you know, perfect.

Putada 3: While cleaning my room I had a big bowl of water for the rags I used to clean the surfaces with. Somehow, I’m not really sure how because I was very careful with it, water from this bowl (it must have been from this bowl! :{ ) somehow trickled on the desk and under my laptop, slowly frying it while it was still on — a little bit like the medieval recipe for goose that has it surrounded with flames and slowly being cooked alive. At first, Firefox just wasn’t responding. All of a sudden, BSOD. And that was the hard drive’s last hurrah. Its contact with water must have killed it instantly, painlessly. The rest of the laptop seems to be working fine; the water reached only the hard drive, conveniently only to destroy the pictures I had taken the past 4 months, all the great stuff I had downloaded (which, unless in the next months the Internet is transformed into the digital counterpart of Oceania, should all be easy to find again) but most importantly, my assignments for my Erasmus courses. And the deadline for one of them was yesterday. Cue RE HALL! My professors’ reaction were mild at best, Charless Ess even said something like: something necessary to convince you to be appropriately religious about backing up. I guess he’s right.

Putada 4: I bought two bottles of mead for gifts. The bottles were made of clay so they were more sensitive to shocks than normal bottles. Sure enough, both were cracked before the end of the day I bought them. Cue another, slightly more astonished RE HALL! I had to get rid of them before they had all of their mead leaked out of them, so one I already drunk with my Erasmus classmates in the farewell Sharing Is Caring dinner (I made some tzatziki, baked potatoes and the wonderful cinnamon spaghetti that got Giulia’s –the group’s token Italian girl– approval. I could have died right there). About the other botte, I don’t know. Maybe I can manage to stuff into a plastic bottle and take it home. But the bottles are so pretty and fitting of an old viking drink recipe that it really is a pity that I can’t use them as parts of the gifts themselves.

Putada 5: My digital camera, my beloved e-510, has been acting strange lately. Buttons not working, lenses malfunctioning… Electronics seem to hate me in general lately. Anyway. For the purposes of this story the putada was magnified by its empty battery. So I decided to whip out my beautiful but mostly not used OM2-n that still had maybe 12 shots left before the B&W film I’d had inside since April was ready for developing. Good shots I did take, especially from the ‘last beer’ goodbye party. I finished the film, wound it up with too much effort apparently… and opened the back of the camera only to find the film wrapped up outside of the cartridge (re hall). Paraphrasing the famous song: Light is like oxygen: you get too much, you burn your pics. As you may be able to imagine, that’s exactly what happened. 100% useless film of 36 images lost forever was subsequently used as party prop.

I’ve been also mostly sleeping in the library. It’s verty convenient cause I have to write all of my assignments again and can work without worrying about moving somewhere else to sleep. The Information & Media Studies library is extremely cool. In which other library do you get hammocks and comfy sofas whose purpose is to provide rest to the people that have worked hard all day and joy to everyone? The Danish library culture will be one of the things I’ll look back to the most fondly…