Wednesday, January 23, 2013

On Bachelard, Bourdieu, and a Sociology of Knowledge

Over the holiday break I was fortunate to stumble across a book that had been lying dormant on my shelf for some time. I had attempted to pick it up last summer when a good friend gifted it to me, yet found it buried amid the transition to my new career. This book, McAllestar Jones' Gaston Bachelard, Subversive Humanist, explicates the scholar's view on epistemology, poetry and time consciousness. The former and latter have been great interests of mine, especially since reading Berger and Luckmann's The Construction of Social Reality and G.H. Mead's Philosophy of the Present when I was an undergraduate. Bachelard's conception of time in particular was something that I had hoped to delve further in, as he undermines Henri Bergson's conception of la durée, a canonical idea in the study of temporal consciousness. Although the matter of time will inevitably fill later blog entries, I will centralize on how his conception of epistemology has influenced the discourse of "discipline" in academia. 

Jones does a fine job of summarizing Bachelard, and points out that his epistemology has influenced some of the great social theorists of the past three-quarters century such as Foucault, Deleuze, Althusser, and Bourdieu. It was the latter of these theorists that penned the required reading for this week's theory course. Bourdieu's entry "On the Possibility of a Field of World Sociology" comes as an epilogue of a synthetic conference of sociologists in 1991. At the time, and as remains the case today, sociology is a fragmented discipline. We are broken into critical theorists, race scholars, social psychologists, network methodologists, medical sociologists, and the list goes on without any of the above being mutually exclusive entities per se. The problem with sociology, as many see it, is that the "polycentric" conception of knowledge that sociology proffers (Becker 1986) "cannot be controlled completely because of its very fragmentation and diversification" (Bourdieu 1991). In other words, sociology as a discipline seems to suffer from the multivalent streams of research being produced in its academic confines. 

If we focus strictly on the power relations and ever-embedded nature of political influence that sociology seems to have in the social world, it is clear why many find this problematic. The monetary resources that almost any academic field depends on are controlled by the hegemonic forces of the political realm. For instance, the NSF and NIH are both reportedly reducing their budgets toward social science and humanities-based research. Perhaps, this is due to the "identity crisis." Maybe it is our anti-scientistic tendencies. Regardless of the true reason, Bourdieu prompts the reader to question herself: which logic do we pursue as sociologists and scientists more generally? The first logic he proposes is that we function on basis of the power groups associated and controlling the field (i.e. funding agencies, academic journals) or if we pursue the logic of the scientific field, impelled by Spinoza's "intrinsic force of the true idea" (Bourdieu 1991). He points out that many sociologists, among countless other academics, tend to see the latter through the lens set into focus by the former. Essentially, we are ruled by the dominating social forces of our historical landscape. As a result, we become hypnotized by dissident monologues that attempt only to subvert the opposing perspectives in our field as well as the other disciplines that threaten our own. The critical theorists scoff at the social psychologists, the quantitativists spit in the hair of the qualitative crowd, and so on. We are all seemingly guilty of a prolongated inferiority complex. Yet, Bourdieu argues that this will get us nowhere if our real objective is to engage in the latter of the two proposed logics.  

Bourdieu points out that in order to move forward an advantageous practice of science we must understand the "working dissensus" of the field and arm ourselves, not with disciplinary strongholds, but with the weapons of discourse. We must engage in a metasociology of omega means, rather than an alpha end. This entails a "epistemological vigilance" that, like Bachelard, is based on the process of a dialectic. The ultimate goal of a scientific discipline is not to be scientistic, objective, or to locate the a priori truths that we have all seen undermined since Berger and Luckmann's (among others) treatise on the sociology of knowledge. The intersubjective perspective that both theorists propound is careful not to fall into the rabbit hole of a nihilistic escapism, but believes instead that science can help us better understand the world; to aid us in overcoming the power relations that negatively shape the social world. However, we must be willing to learn the language of our counterparts and to engage openly about the strengths and tribulations of our (inter-) disciplinary discourse in the creation of knowledge.

This is the most challenging aspect of my academic career thus far. Most sociologists are not open to the idea of interdisciplinary work, especially with that of the "natural sciences." These specious and, at times, unnecessarily dichotomous categories thwart the nature of a true scientific discourse. Though I have witnessed this proclivity from scholars at both of the institutions I have attended, it is by no means limited to sociology. I have recently spoken with clinical psychologists, English literature students, and even philosophers who stymie through their studies bewildered by the shackles of "discipline" as a social force. Just as Bachelard and Bourdieu propose, I hope to delve into many fields; to melt physics into poetry. I hope this objective will someday come to fruition, but it will undoubtedly need the motivated pursuit of understanding on the part of my colleagues as well. The good news is that some of the disciplinary confines are beginning to crumble; largely from the propulsion to understand the world in truly scientific terms. My frail edge of science bridges sociology and biology: social neuroscience and neurosociology. The contradistinction is necessary in an inappropriate and largely superficial sense, but when I -we- look back on this years later we will either understand the line drawn in the sand as the residue of a merciless power dynamic or snicker at the gaffe of such divides in a theory of knowledge. 

Becker, H. 1986. Writing for Social Scientists. Chicago: University of Chicago Press.

Berger, P. L. & T. Luckmann. 1966. The Social Construction of Reality: A Treatise in the Sociology of Knowledge, Garden City, NY: Anchor Books.

Bourdieu, Pierre. 1991. “On the Possibility of a Field of World Sociology.” Pp. 373-386 in Social Theory for a Changing Society, edited by Pierre Bourdieu and James Coleman.

Jones, M. 1991. Gaston Bachelard, Subversive Humanist. University of Wisconsin Press. 

Mead, G.H. 1932. The Philosophy of the Present. Prometheus Books. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Post-Sandy Narrative

I have been absent from the blogosphere since the onset of my graduate school experience largely because of, well, being inundated with reading and research. That said, my graduate experience is surpassing my expectations. I will leave the details of research out for the time being, but I will soon have some thoughts on a few eccentric topics you may find interesting. For now, my Sandy experience...

As I watch the local news two weeks after Sandy initially hit, I realize how many communities were devastated by the Frankenstorm. The tiny towns that line the ocean front are tattered. People lost their homes, and are devastated that they have nowhere to go. Imagine yourself with no home to go back to and nothing you can do about it. I, on the other hand, am one of the lucky ones. It was late Friday when I heard about Sandy. I started watching the news that evening and took the news correspondents seriously. It seemed hard not to when 15 of the 17 models showed this massive storm heading right for my home. I had a tough time believing that it could miss, and, alas, I was right. I spent Saturday buying canned foods, bread, and cooking. I used up all of my perishable food in the fridge and only took a break to leave for Sears on Sunday where there was only one small light left on the shelf when I arrived at 11:00 in the morning. I frantically worked all day Sunday and Monday to complete what I could on the computer. My assumption was that the power was going out, but when? It was 7:19 PM on Monday evening...

The storm was a bit of an experience. The primal song of nature whispered, then chanted, then screamed... By the time everything went black in my apartment, the wind streamed wildly through the trees outside and the rain pounded against the sidewalk and windows. Kids were playing tag outside, obviously displaying their fearless Jersey (sound it out in the accent) nature. I spent Monday evening with my roommates Atul and Jing as well as my neighbor Yuling playing ukulele and guitar with the nifty little LED flashlight showing us our way to each fumbling chord. Since I had prepared beforehand, I retreated to my room at 10:00 to read by candlelight. The book was Eviatar Zerubavel's The Elephant in the Room, which is a sociological look at silence. It seemed even more fitting days later, when I realized I was seemingly one of the few that took the storm seriously, choosing not to treat the impending disaster as a matter of collective denial.

The next thing I knew it 4:30 AM and the loud pounding of resident assistant riled me. We were informed that we were being evacuated. We were swiftly lined up and retreated to a gymnasium nearby. Think thousands of kids in a gym and three other racquetball courts without food, blankets, or pillows. Yes, it was fun. The main issue was that not many realized they were going out of their places for more than a few hours. To me, this is pure naivety. One could expect that being evacuated may entail a couple of days of hurricane homelessness. As a result, the immediate class divide was the most interesting thing to see. Several Chinese exchange students huddled playing cards until nearly 7:00 AM. Others sat glaring at them, supposing that the going cross-eyed might somehow translate to Mandarin. It didn't. With my little light and cozy blanket, I could watch them, chuckling. In total, we spent the next three days displaced from our apartments. I might add, though, that this was a rather exciting three days. My foresight, or "projectivity" as we call it in Cultural Sociology, was the key factor for loving the disorder that ensued.

The next day, we were moved to a campus center that had power on the other side of campus.  We got relatively comfortable cots and free food from Tuesday-Sunday. The coolest part of all this was that we got to hang out together. Atul rarely leaves his room (actually, only to run and make this rice-yogurt-sugar combo and run), but was elated for several days to experience this overwhelming feeling of community. Yeh, we were evacuated, but we were all evacuated together. Besides the stigma of being the "evacuees", it wasn't too bad at all. Of course, I did banter at the onlooking undergraduates gawking at me. They are my new favorite group to lash out at needlessly. Good times, great oldies.

On Thursday of that week, we got to go back home. After cleaning out the fridge, we were all happy campers mooching off the free lunch tickets and stuffing ourselves... while we still could. However, that was hardly the end of the Frankenstorm. I was appalled to see the news. The top stories were about the New York marathon being cancelled. Several said this was an atrocity, and that the people of New York should band together to offer a symbolic gesture of strength. Are you kidding me? People were still found drowned in their basements in Staten Island after that. Outlandish, but not surprising. I can't believe people watch that stuff and believe it.

Anyways, all and all the storm hardly affected me. I did make some solid observations during the displacement process. People are blind to the relative lives they lead. Countless people told me afterward how bad they had it, and how awful the entire hurricane experience was. Yet, they lived. They have homes. They have their families, etc. Many people are still without power, and are clearly not happy about it. Still, I have my qualms with these people griping. Sure, this is 2012 and this is America. But guess what? People live like this everyday: cold, starving, and hungry. We hardly do them any favors by voting for pro-monopolistic law makers and the like. I hope that we, as a nation, can come to terms with our privilege and the inequality that we push on to millions in our own country. Whether it by the pompous Barbie doll or the Occupy protester, we have to be a bit more conscious of our situation.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Blue Velvet (1986)

You stay alive baby. Do it for Van Gogh.
-Frank Booth (Dennis Hopper)

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

American Basketball at the Olympics: Who's Dreaming?

I might start off by saying that everyone is certainly tired of this comparison by now, and justly so. I honestly think that the 1992 Dream Team would out do the 2012 Redeem Team 2.0 (in a best of seven series) if they were both able to compete against each other in their primes. However, I would like to make the case for the current team. I have avoided the large majority of the televised/blogsosphered debate, apart from Stephen A. Smith's substantive points made against a seemingly clueless Skip Bayless. Still, an analysis must be made. 

First off, we know that the '92 team was stacked: Laettner, D. Robinson, Ewing, Bird, Pippen, Jordan, Drexler, Malone, Stockton, Mullin, Barkley and Magic. What most may not consider is the status of some of these players. Magic had just retired because of his health stigma (HIV) and Bird had significant back problems, which would force him to retire immediately following the gold medal run. Stockton was coming off a broken bone in his leg, and not at his best. This, to me, is evident because he only played four of eight games. The outside threats would have included Mullen, Stockton, Magic, Jordan, Drexler, and, yes, Barkley (who shot 87.5% from beyond the arc in the Olympics that year). Let's face it: the strong point for the team was inside, a point which I will make more evident later on. 

The 2012 team is not too shabby either, however. They have Tyson Chandler, Durant, James, Westbrook, Deron Williams, Iguodala, Kobe, Love, James Harden, Carmelo, Chris Paul and Anthony Davis. Tyson Chandler (8.3 per) and Anthony Davis (yet to play an NBA game) are the only two averaging a career points per game total under 15.3 PPG. Five average career totals above 23.0 PPG (Kobe, Carmelo, Durant, LeBron and Westbrook). To me, the noticeable thing about this squad is who is not in it. Lacking Dwight Howard (three-time reigning NBA Defensive Player of the Year and six-time NBA All-Star), Derrick Rose (2011 MVP), Chris Bosh (seven-time NBA All-Star), Dwayne Wade (eight-time NBA All-Star), Andrew Bynum and Blake Griffin (all due to injury or laziness), I ask how this is representative of the USA's Best of 2012? In comparison, who is the 1992 Dream Team missing: Tim Hardaway, Dennis Rodman, Hakeem Olajuwan (in his prime) and a -fresh-out-of-LSU- Shaq. A great cast, but the fact that the 2012 is missing five players in their prime. In other words, I will make the bold prediction, even though they will lose Kobe, the USA team four years from now will be, hypothetically, much better than the current one. This is beside the point, since I am sure I will make this argument then.

The big thing you have to look at is how they fared against their competition. The 1992 Dream Team beat their opponents by a whopping 43.75. Wow, right? These teams were notable, though, in this sense. If we made a list of NBA players from each of the other teams the US played that year we would have an All-Star cast of Detlef Schrempf, Toni Kukoc, Dražen Petrović, Luc Longley, Carl Herrera, Alexander Holkov, and Stojko Vrankovic. Three of these players helped Croatia win the silver medal. The rest have won a total of five NBA championships (three from Longley, who played with some guy sporting a 23). This year the Redeem Team 2.0 had a different setting. They still won by an average of 32.1, but played more quality opponents. The only team they played without an NBA player was Nigeria, which they drubbed by 83. They actually had two close games against Lithuania, who has two NBA pros, and Spain in the championship game. Spain is an international oddity, as it is a promising cast: the Gasols (both NBA All-Stars), Ibaka (2012 All-Defensive First Team), Sergio Llull (Spanish League MVP), Calderon (NBA point-guard), Navarro and Fernandez (past NBA players who now play for Real Madrid). I would argue that this team has more star power than the "International All-Stars" offered for all of the other Olympic teams combined together in 1992. This goes without mentioning the 2012 team played eight of their thirteen games against top nine opponents in the world, all of which have at least four NBA players apart from Lithuania. 

Regardless, if we excluded the two games against Lithuania and Spain, the 2012 and 1992 teams have nearly identical totals for points won by (43.5 vs. 40.1) and points per game (117.25 vs. 115.5). Each team averaged five players in double digits, with one on each averaging nearly 20 (Barkley and Durant respectively). The big difference, which is obvious, is the style of play. The 1992 team dominated, and would continue to dominate, inside. Barkley (18.2), Ewing (9.5), Malone (13.0) and Robinson (9.0) had the paint covered, and to say that Love and Chandler could have handled those four would be a mistake. We saw that they could not handle Pau in the final, so to me it is evident that the 2012 team would perish in the half court game. The thing is that I am not sure how these games would be played out if we managed to manipulate the space-time continuum. Would it be a slow, laborious game with the 1992 team continuously passing inside to these big guys? Or would we see an up-pace scorcher from the Redeem Team?

The 2012 guys averaged over 36 three-point attempts every game while still maintaining a 44% average. Lining the perimeter: Durant, Anthony, Kobe and Paul. (LeBron hit a big three down the stretch as well that essentially clinched the gold medal game, but then air-balled one just moments after to cancel that out.) These threes would offset the course of play, in my humble opinion. If the tempo sped up enough, you would see a very different final. The ball would have stopped going low each and every time, and instead you would have likely saw Jordan try to take over. With LeBron or Kobe the most likely to guard him, foul trouble may have ensued. The real question is: Could the Redeem Team stand up to the type of pressure they would feel, and/or knock down the threes they needed? The Dream Team was older (relative to their average age in that Olympic year), but arguably more efficient. If the 2012 cast were to be slowed to a half-court game, would they look like the 2011 Miami Heat team that was better on paper, yet took stand up jump shots that ultimately culminated in their demise to the Mavs.

Oh, the hypothetical reality we can only imagine! As I mentioned before, I have the 1992 Dream Team winning. If you see the 2016 team play in Rio with Howard, Bynum, Durant, James, Melo, Love, Griffin, Rose, D. Will, Paul, Wade and your pick of any other American player in the league (Davis, Iguodala, Harden, Westbrook, Hibbert, or Rondo) that team will trump the Dream Team of 1992. I am already starving for more Olympics, and for good reason.

On Surrealist Liberty... in the Real World

La libertad es un fantasma.  Es un fantasma de niebla.  El hombre lo persigue, cree atraparlo, y solo le queda un poco de niebla entre las manos.

Liberty is a ghost, a ghost of clouds. The man who follows it, believes he can catch it, and only ends up with a little cloud between his hands. 
Luis Buñuel

Saturday, July 21, 2012

a baron bridge of the missingippi (2012)

a baron bridge of the missingippi (2012)
brandon lee kramer

the floods of the past five years have caused havoc on the central united states. our so called bible belt is supposed to be exempt from such harsh reality, from the perverse punishment that noah had to endure. instead we, as a geographical entity, have gone through chaos. our crops, university buildings, homes and churches have been devastated by natural disasters; occasions one could hardly fathom, let alone prepare for appropriately. now god has begun his tricks once again. stringent heat for days -no- weeks on end. the sounds of summer have set in only to be overtaken by the biding sting of the sun. the photograph above depicts a reminder that he, or whomever you deem guilty, of such tumultuous cynicism still has a sense of humor. the lake that was once here and the bridge that once led children over the wetlands have both been devoured by his hands. this charlatan says little, but rather flicks his wrist with assertion. "i give you water to take it away," he posits, and destiny ensues. to me, it is funny how we regurgitate the myriad of information we have at our finger tips...

the american narrative is rich: "the end is coming," we say. we are compelled by that notion. columbus said we would find the garden of eden in america. i think we have, and adam/eve were not alone. we have become that manifestation: the ultimate sinners. we deny our responsibility, the truth that we produce our own illnesses, that we cause the lakes to dry up, and that the end is, in fact, not going to happen (like the mayans supposedly said). the irony in it all is that we won't blame ourselves. "how could something so horrific be because of me? the goodhearted, loving parent/sibling/child? i mean no harm... i am just afraid." it is this fear that pushes us forward. we can't take a step back to stop our rampant use of resources, especially amid an economic crisis. we cannot stop production, making more jobs, etc. this just is not in the cards.

i had always wondered what we are in such a big hurry to do. where are we going? surely, we must have some destination, no? is it heaven? is that where our three cars are taking us (we need that many to be american, right)? or is all of this for another reason? to me, it seems that we are not going anywhere, but rather trying to create as many detours as we can to obscure the line of where we are going: to death. though it seems morbid, is this not what all of this is for? we buy fast cars, tvs, bigger houses and more ornate visions only to block the reality that none of this really matters. we are going to die and there is nothing we can do about it. america facilitates the ultimate lie, that of complete self-denial that we have to die. we live for the "embedded now." this point in space-time that we are shielded from the lions and tigers that hunt us, from the starvation that would ensue if a plague really existed in today's usa. it is our middle/upper class relativism that blocks a pure vision of america. we need to wake up and realize that the end is not near, but rather here. we need to do something now, so that the poor that most do not seem to care about do not turn out to be the same goodhearted, loving parent/sibling/child you claim to care about. please, start caring america.

Friday, July 20, 2012

an anonymous assemblage

this photograph sums up a complicated, yet compelling, year thus far. draper (because of the glass and the hat, at least) clearly shines through, but tinged -maybe even tainted- by the surrealistic qualities of what is/is not. are we here? dreaming? or there? before, after or both? i have always felt a deep attraction to donnie darko, an eccentric film about time travel and less obviously about a mythical reenactment of the passion. some would debate the latter, but i think the meditative potential of that statement is something one must truly ponder. regardless, the notion of time travel was brought back to my attention last night after finishing david lynch's twin peaks. i have always pondered what ghosts may be, and have even heard some unsubstantiated claims that science could explain what we perceive as ghosts as overlapping bits of space-time crossing into now. i would not go as far to say i agree, but it is intriguing. this year has brought the eerie, surrealistic nature of life and death to the foreground. ernst becker's pulitzer prize winning the denial of death has been treating me to some of the best reading i have ever come across. it speaks to me: reiterating the hyper-analytic posturings of kierkegaard with post-freudian psychoanalytic theory. it makes me wonder about death, meaning, myths, and the stars. yet with all of this "profound" and indecisive speciousness looming, we our confronted more directly with things that "matter" like society, structure, marriage, love, jobs and money. how and why should we care about these mysterious things when we have reality bashing us in the face everyday? like the picture, this year has made me ask myself: is "it" there? where is "it?" this money they speak of and the millions of jobs that our president is supposed to be creating... where are they? are they real? is any of this real? and when will "it" happen? consider these things in the words of gaston bachelard's wonderful words:

"who speaks? the dreamer or the world?"

photograph taken by koel gibbs 2012. edited by brandon lee kramer © 2012