Tuesday, December 28

what a sheltered little part of the world we are.

I read about the tsunami on Boxing Day morning. Shock. Disbelief.

As the day progressed I started to feel frustrated, because I realized that no matter how massive or deadly the tsunami turned out to be, it wouldn't be a big deal. And yes, two days later the stories about the tsunami are still slowly, barely, trickling out of Asia. There is no onslaught of information, no general outcry of sadness.

There is no great set of images to link us to this event. The media can not do what it did for September 11th, through bombarding us with repeated images of destruction and damage. Don't you think more than half the impact 9/11 had was because we had nothing else to watch but constant images of towers crumbling?

You don't need to know your Debord very well to recognize just how fucked, how trained by the media, we have become:
In societies where modern conditions of production prevail, all of life presents itself as an immense accumulation of spectacles. Everything that was directly lived has moved away into a representation.

The tsunami has become another "Us" versus "Them", in which Western media and society doesn't care what happens to the "others".

Stick a thorn in the lion's paw and it becomes one hell of a problem. But when something destroys millions of ant colonies it somehow doesn't matter... when it really should.