American married couples try to bring sexy back...

"Quiet, dear, the kids will hear us..."

If you are American, and are to get married, it is your statistical destiny to have sex with your spouse only about once a week (every 5.5 days, to be precise).

If you are a hormone-drunk 18-year-old newlywed, your average is marginally better (every four-and-a-half days).

Why not make a New Year's resolution to get down with your (worse) half every day for the next year?

These couples did.

Oranges 2.0

Sorry for the long delay in blogging, folks, but Greene Futures will be online regularly henceforth...I promise.


Cezanne's "Pommes et oranges" (1899) -- Fast food?

From Harper's Weekly (a very entertaining email digest produced by Harper's magazine):

"For the third year in a row, the consumption of oranges in Britain declined because people were too busy to peel the rind off the fruit."

Geoff Greene's Genius Idea No. 83:

Develop GM oranges who's peels come off as easily as those of a tangerine. Because--admit it-- oranges are a pain to peel for we people on the go. This could do for oranges what Yoplait's Go-GURT did for yogurt...

Wireless Tribalism

A few days ago, I encountered Philip Carl Salzman's new book, Culture and Conflict in the Middle East, in which he asserts convincingly that it is tribalism, and not Islam, which is the primary determinate of the modern society and culture of the Middle East. Serendipitous then that from the newest issue of the The Economist comes the suggestion of a return to tribalism for all of us. This neo-tribalism will not be laced together through bonds of blood, but rather through wireless networks.


"My TomTom says veer left, camel!

As the article notes, the "car was not just a faster horse," and indeed the advent of the wireless phone, laptop (and toaster) are not just speedier editions of the same. That the wireless world is a "revolution" is cliched through use and familiarity, so that we have forgotten just how strange it is to be able to walk down the streets of DC chatting to a friend in Paris. Or how revolutionary it is to be able to tap a few commands into the touch screen of your iPhone to Google a restaurant review, book a reservation, and then MapQuest your way there.

Culturally, the wireless revolution has reversed many of the fruits of the automobile revolution. Whereas the car--and the suburb--separated the temporal spaces of "work" and "home," wireless technology has squashed them together again. Don't believe it? Try to go on vacation without checking your email.


"God, this Blackberry outage is killing me..."

The ability to access people and information everywhere gives you more freedom, but also imposes a sort of slavery. A slavery I've alluded to with the "Facebook Panopticon" here earlier. There is no excuse now not to constantly be within email and mobile phone contact. Not answering your phone is now an intentional act, with social repercussions. Organizations--colleges, businesses, and even governments--consider email a legal form of communication, and are increasingly under a de facto requirement that you check your email daily, if not hourly. Again, failure to respond is intentional and has social, and even legal, repercussions.

This is the slavery of constant connectivity. Like a Brittany fleeing from the paparazzi, you can never escape the surveillance of friends, family, coworkers, bosses, and even strangers. You are now a member of a wireless tribe. Not rooted in clan or space, but tied inextricably to each other the world over.

Like all tribes, it imposes upon its members rigid standards and mores of behavior and identity. One wireless misstep: one accidentally forwarded email, unanswered text message or phone faux paux can reverberate throughout the clan, causing gossip, heartbreak, unrest, war and exile.

Think you've fooled your boss by taking out sick? Thanks to your cell phone's GPS, he knows you were at the golf course instead. Maybe you'll think twice before you take your mistress out to dinner when there are thousands of citizen journalists armed with cell phone cameras. Or perhaps you'd better password protect your wireless network at home, before a sidewalk dweller leeches that sex tape from your hard drive. Only a matter of time before those little RFID chips gain access to your very thoughts...

Go West, Young Man!

Moses and his weary Chosen tromping through the desert toward Canaan, Puritans in moldy ships sailing to the New American Israel, Conestoga-wagoning Homesteaders heading to Oklahoma, Dust Bowl "Oakies" headed further to California--now supplanted alongside the Napa vines by Mexicans and Ecuadorians. To pack up your life onto the back of your donkey or Datsun in search of greener pastures is a story as old as humanity itself. It is how restless and hungry little Homo Sapiens wandered out of Kenya and Ethiopia to colonize every corner of the earth in the first place.


"Darling, the banana harvest has not been kind this year. Time to pack up and head north..."

But yet, economists seem to ignore the phenomenon of migration when computing Gross Domestic Product. Yes, unconstrained labor, like capital, will tend to flow across national boundaries in Ricardian economics. What wages do return to the motherland are considered in the macroeconomic financial account as transfers. However, why does the Cuban cease to be a Cuban once he leaves Cuba? When a large portion of his wages return to Cuba in the form of remittances to family members, when he retains a dominant Cuban identity and culture in exile and when he is connected to home via overlapping layers of telecommunication?

Under the conventional macroeconomic model, a country becomes less developed when its citizens find a better life elsewhere. Why not instead think of migration as development? Why not measure the Gross Domestic Product per natural? Count the children of a nation no matter where they tread. The Internal Revenue Service of the United States does implicitly, at least, by charging expatriate American citizens income tax.

Measuring GDP and GNI per natural instead of per resident is the idea proposed by Michael Clemens and Lant Pritchett at the Center for Global Development in their recently-published paper Income Per Natural: Measuring Development as if People Mattered More Than Places. According to the two economists, "almost 43 million people live in a group of countries whose income per natural collectively is 50 percent higher than GDP per resident."

Over a decade between the mid-1980s and mid-1990s, China pulled 130 million people out of poverty, the largest single leap in human welfare in history. This was achieved almost entirely by allowing migration from the impoverished western interior to the bustling coastline cities. The Chinese diaspora continues to form the backbone of the South East Asian economies (and have for centuries), inextricably linked in a tight, informal network with the Middle Kingdom. Singapore, for example, is majority Chinese, with a Sino-Singaporean population of 3.5 million.



There are currently four times as many Lebanese people outside Lebanon than inside (there are two-and-a-half times as many Lebanese in Brazil, in fact, than in Beirut). Young Arab men from all over the Middle East flock to Saudi Arabia to earn the nest egg required for an apartment, satellite television and marriage. Only 20 percent of the population of the "United Arab Emirate" of Dubai, meanwhile, is Arab (the most common colloquial languages are English, Hindi and Urdu).

It goes without saying that migrant labor in the United States is an essential source of welfare for Hispanics across the Americas. In 2006, Latin America hosted a flow of remittances totaling $63 billion (exceeding the combined total of all Foreign Direct Investment and Overseas Development Assistance to the region). For the communities who depend upon these wire transfers, the industry of their countrymen is certainly a palpable factor in their gross national welfare.

Clemins and Pritchett conclude their paper with an intriguing meditation:

The bottom line: migration is one of the most important sources of poverty reduction for a large portion of the developing world. If economic development is defined as rising human well being, then a residence-neutral measure of well-being emphasizes that crossing international borders is not an alternative to economic development, it is economic development.

The Art of the Future Uses Lead-Based Paint

"Mao," Andy Warhol, 1972 (the same year as Nixon's famed Beijing visit)

An artist is somebody who produces things that people don't need to have. - Andy Warhol

At the apex of his career, Andy Warhol, that most famous of pop artists, was enlisting the help of dozens of assistants at his studio ("The Factory") to crank out copy after copy of his iconic silk-screen prints. It was the very reproducibility of his work which formed the statement of his oeuvre. He would furiously roll out variated prints--sometimes hundreds--in every different shade of vivid Technicolor, of Hollywood dons and divas, of shrill crimes stories and gory tragedies, of the wide-eyed imagery of the American imagination. He would feed the vast maw of celebrity and sensationalism with every imaginable perspective of every glowing little interest to fall before the eyes of a rabid and adoring audience public.

In fact, it was the interchangeability of the artist himself which Warhol implied with his famous quote: "Everyone will be famous for 15 minutes." He had shown the world that even an "ugly Polish queer from the Midwest" (of negligible formal talent) could ensconce himself within the iridescence of New York City and its most beautiful people. Today, the image of Warhol, like his multicolored prints of Marilyn Monroe, has outshone and outlasted its subject.

What do we then make of Shenzhen, in southern China’s Guangdong province? A former fishing village, Shenzhen was chosen as the first of the country’s Special Economic Zones by Deng Xiaoping in 1979. Today, this gushing city of eight million is the fountainhead of most reproduced art in the world. For less than $100, the global art consumer can commission a Rembrandt, Monet or Jasper Johns--or just a oil-painted copy of their graduation photo. It will be available at the doorstep of their similarly-reproduced colonial, Cape Cod or Tudor-style 4 bedroom, 2.5 bath. A copy of a copy....


Photo Credit: Spiegel Online

According to the UN, bulk US imports of Chinese oil paintings totaled over $64 million dollars in 2006, more than double the figure recorded two years earlier.

Are these millions of stretched canvases the ultimate realization of Warhol's postmodern dream, or are they a travesty of the artistic process? Wretched bastard children of automatons laboring away for 12-hour-days in sweatshop "art factories," as if they were sewing Nike's or lead-painted toys?


Photo Credit: Spiegel Online

And what do we make of the buyers of such paintings? Do they consider these works of human hands "art?" Though aforementioned figure $64 million worth of reproduced paintings shipped to American living rooms and hotel lobbies seems large, it's dwarfed by the price of a single painting, Jasper John's 1959 False Start, which sold for a record $80 million that same year.

Would anyone be willing to spend $80 million on a modern, original Chinese work (i.e. not a copy of Flemish realism or a porcelain vase dating from the Ming Dynasty)?


"What crap, this will never sell, Kim! The client wanted a Mona Lisa with her face on it...and for God's sake, make her look thin, man!"

I have an inkling that that will have much to do with the relative socioeconomic power and international standing to which China can lay claim to at point of sale. Perhaps the delicate brush-strokes, and graceful minimalism of the Middle Kingdom's indigenous style will demand their own dominant cache in years hence. Perhaps Chinese art will go the way of Japanese auto manufacture: from cheap, inferior knock-offs of Western designs, onward to internationally-acknowledged standards of excellence.

Since fashion is art now, and Chinese is in fashion, I could make a lot of money. -Andy Warhol, 1971 (one year before his "Mao" print series)

Hee-Haw! Wi-Fi Headin' Out to the Country

Intel has developed a long-distance Wi-Fi platform, Intel (r) Rural Connectivity, allowing a wireless internet signal of roughly 10 megabits-per-second to hopscotch its way between nods 60 miles apart. From a city edge, internet connectivity can be projected far out into the countryside cheaply, and with minimal fuss. Each of the transmission towers can run on a mere six watts of electricity, allowing them to be independently solar powered.


(Far superior to previously existing Wi-Fi boosting technology)

From the Intel blog article:
One of the research projects connected rural villages in India with the Aravind Eye clinic to provide medical eye exams via the wireless antenna relay system. In Panama, it is bringing the interent (sic) to a remote village in the rain forest.

Click here for a geekier technical analysis from Daily Wireless blog.

Implication: Practical and economically feasible internet connectivity for users both in the developing world, and the rural corners of developed nations like the United States to address the severe rural/urban broadband internet divide.

More from Generation Distraction

Serendipitously, just happened upon this piece by The Boston Globe's Carolyn Y. Johnson, which explores the ennui of Generation Distraction, arguing that "boredom is essential for creativity" and that the quick and easy access to stimuli is the mental equivalent of the overabundance of calories that has lead to the obesity epidemic. It seems our "mental fatness" is clogging our arteries of innovative endeavor, after all. "The most creative people...are known to have the greatest toleration for long periods of uncertainty and boredom." She summons the patron saint of boredom, Marcel Proust, to elucidate the edifying power of idleness:

Dispirited after a dreary day with the prospect of a depressing morrow, I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake," Proust wrote. "And at once the vicissitudes of life had become indifferent to me, its disasters innocuous, its brevity illusory... I had ceased now to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal.


"I'm not bored, I'm profound"

Kathleen Cumiskey, a professor of psychology and women's studies at the College of Staten Island, is quoted echoing my metaphor to drug addiction: "Our society is perpetually anxious, and a way to alleviate the anxiety is to delve into something that's very within our control, pleasurable, and fun. . . .It feels like it has all the makings of addiction." Paradoxically, the more stimuli people receive to alleviative boredom (email, Facebook updates, funny videos), "people do not seem to feel less bored; they simply flee it with more energy, flitting from one activity to the next." Jerome C. Wakefield, a professor of social work at New York University and co-author of The Loss of Sadness suggests a dosage of boredom shock therapy, to reacquaint the patient with "a comfort level with not being linked in and engaged and stimulated every second."



So, Generation Y, I prescribe that you sit down on a park bench outside for two hours ruminating on the petals of a nearby flower, and call me in the morning.

Or, maybe just read The Affected Provincial's Companion.