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May 25, 2006

Outsiderism

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I was trying to chase spring a few times too many, maybe: Montreal in May can be so perfect, the terraces, streets, up-up-uphill walks, the chocolatines, the fleurs. But instead it rained, and rained a lot, and I really oughtn't complain about it since it was only my first, second and third days of Montreal rain to the locals' seventh, eighth, and ninth.

I went to sell books to anarchists, something I've never done before to that scope and degree, and it was unusual and comforting and alienating and familiar all at once. It was in many ways just like the kind of zine show I'm used to here in Toronto, but it was one where you weren't allowed to bring peanuts in, the bathrooms were marked "gender-neutral", and it was unclear from the get-go which crime I was to be made to feel the most guilty for: being American, being from Toronto, or bringing in a cup from Starbucks. (Hey, it was 8:30am.)

Throughout the day, I was asked no less than four times if I (or Infiltration was a "collective". Really! Once I was asked if it was a feminist collective. Infiltration's been accused of being a lot of things, now—but never that. Sales to girls at zine shows got so bad that one year, Jeff and I put up a sign at the table saying "Infiltration is vagina-positive!". The sex-positive vegan punk chicks slowed down for just a little longer then, but they still kept going.

So what's so weird about being an American, a Torontonian, or a girl explorer? One thing that's interesting about festivals like the one I attended in Montreal is that, underneath the guise of inclusivity and equality, are a bunch of people that expect you to conform to their exact ideologies because you're part of the same counterculture. I have no problem with reveling in solidarity, mind you—but I think underground movements of any kind would work better if they embraced those of us that might be perceived as slightly different, part of other worlds, or even coming in from the (rainy, rainy, rainy) outside. (We'll talk more about Canadian anti-American racism later, as I'm much too tired right now.)

I wonder what the subversives think of poutine?

May 13, 2006

Pyramids and Proteins

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Though my dad is big news in scienceland, I'll have to come clean and answer all those who wonder—no, it's not genetic. I was pretty poor at science throughout school (at the expense of being preturnaturally good at coming up with punny essay titles instead), but my affection for all things scientific runs deep, counter to my aptitude. (Nurture instead of nature, I guess.)

So, to me, any attempts to deliver science through mediums I understand far better, like, say, art or entertainment, are always quite welcome. Last night at Harbourfront Centre here in Toronto, I was happy to attend "Teaching Tech: Performance Lectures on art and Science by Amos Latteier and Susan Bustos".

Mr. Latteier gave a persuasive talk on ants and how ant functioning can be seen as an inspiration for human societies. His main thrust—besides simply delivering to the audience his fairly contagious enthusiasm for ants—was that it's impressive and mind-expanding to think about how much can be done by ants through organized physicality, whereas we tend to generally write them off as, well, ant-brained. Through the example of the ant, Latteier explained, we should be excited and motivated to participate in our world in a less mentally limited, perhaps more adventurously and trustingly physical manner. Perhaps we could even regurgitate meals for one another, who knows?

One subtext I drew from the lecture—a recurring theme for me within my thinking and pursuits—is that it often takes a change of perspective (in this case, comparing ourselves to ants) to allow us to see what limitations we put on ourselves and one another. By expanding our field of inspiration and appreciation to observe, and enjoy, the capabilities and possibilities of relationships, survival and social functions of ants, we can see that sometimes things we humans think of as elaborately complicated products of our superior intellect are perhaps more physical and innate. While biologists in particular would never undercut the amazement factor of nature and its physical imperatives, I think it's impressive and challenging that Latteier would address a largely artsy-literary crowd (I'm assuming—the event was at the Digifest media culture festival) with what was essentially an argument to look less towards the intellectual and more towards the physical for our inspiration, capability and change.

After the lecture, a bunch of people inspired by his lecture decided to build a human pyramid in the hallway, which I thought was beautiful and spontaneous and un-Torontonian and made me happy and proud. I went in and grabbed Mr. Latteier to show him and he couldn't have looked more delighted to see simple humans trying.

Ms. Bustos gave a presentation on, essentially, learning through practice, and how the act of attempting something can lead to all kinds of understanding even when you make mistakes or don't use pipe cleaner like your friend Liz suggested. Specifically, Susan talked about her attempts to physically model the protein she works on in her research by knitting an elaborate three-dimensional model of it, variously using yarn and wire to make something she could turn around in her hands, see from sensory angles rather than simply computer-rendered ones, and generally feel engaged with.

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What ended up happening went beyond her simply modelling the protein (in fact, the final physical results were unsuccessful). Instead, Susan seemed to have entered an almost meditative level of understanding its construction by trying to replicate it herself through her own brute force and limited technologies. Simply by trying to emulate the structure of the protein itself she became involved in how the actual protein's structure is composed, temporally, in particles, in steps, in cells that build onto other cells like stockinette stitches slot into the Vs of each other. Her experiments led her towards a broader thinking about not only the subject of her work, but the subjects of learning and demonstration, and how process and failure can still reveal and engage and enlighten in ways that one might not expect.

(Now, Susan is also a good friend of mine and a member of my knitting group, so I do hope she can inject some fresh scientific theory into the sweater I've been making for three months.)

Both of these talks were really special, not just because they were interesting and funny and made me feel vaguely more educated about science, but because they used science as a leveraging tool to deliver a message to us about possibility and the capabilities of our minds and bodies to actively practice and play in the world—and as a promise to us that it is worth it.