The end of this week was characterised by an interesting mass activity on Facebook. The billion people who choose to interact in the virtual world set themselves an interesting task. Facebook users invited other Facebook users to “change your profile picture to one of your favourite cartoon characters from your childhood. The aim of the game? To no longer see human faces on Facebook but a true invasion of childhood memories….”
So there we were. Those of us who playfully went along with the game found ourselves submerged in this massive exercise of de-humanisation as familiar faces were switched to the Jeegs (my ex aequo choice), Lupins, Goldrakes, Occhi di Gatto’s, Roadrunners, Felixes and Pink Panthers of the world of toons. Not since “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” had the fine line between the comic and the real been so heavily transcended.
Then something happened that seemed to be one of those serendipitous moments in which life throws funny coincidences that seem to have been scripted by a deity with a wicked sense of humour. For just as the frivolous faction of the facetious Facebook community toggled with the idea of transcending human form for just one day, I decided to tune in to the online live stream of Bishop Nikol Cauchi’s funeral. The man who had presided over my confirmation (December 1986) was getting his last farewell in the church in which I was baptised (November 1975). My cousin Nathaniel was doing a fine job with the commentary (could it be otherwise?) until Bishop Mario Grech kicked off with his sermon (November 2010).
Penumbra
And what a sermon that was. It was peppered with moments of chiaroscuro worthy of the best Caravaggio. Bishop Grech warned against straying away from the light and from having Christ as the purpose in our life. He warned against the short-term aims of modern materialistic society in his characteristic slow drawl interspersed with all-too long pauses. Then came the surgical cut. In exalting the qualities of the recently deceased shepherd of the Gozitan church, he stressed that Cauchi was a man who appreciated the human qualities of his brethren. Grech could not help but use this occasion to win the term human and humanist away from the heretic “humanists” who have taken up the layman’s cudgel in the modern day intellectual debate.
There we were. On the one hand an entire Facebook posse engaged in the process of de-humanisation by posting the images of a latter-day iconography in lieu of their own, while in a wonderfully decked cathedral a servant of the Lord reminded the people that his church and its love of light would best be served by respecting the “humanity” of us all. I wonder: how many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man? And when you do, what cartoon character will best fit his profile pic?
Fl-isem tal-Missier (In the Name of the Father)
Facebook is much more than a platform for nostalgic exercises that are a sort of pop art equivalent to iconographic hagiography. One of the most precious Youtube videos doing the rounds on the social networks is an interview taken from this year’s Web 2.0 summit featuring Facebook’s eccentric founder Mark Zuckerberg. There’s an hour of hot stuff and insights into the modus operandi (or at least modus cogitandi) of one of the most powerful people on the web.
There’s something menacing about the amplitude of the spread of Facebook in the daily lives of each and every one of us. It has, in some way, been documented already in much the same way primitive man might have spent nights around the fire discussing the properties of a flame. What we are still discovering is the potential of the social network for the future. Only last week Facebook had an important announcement to make to its users. Facebook engineers had come up with a new mode of communication they insisted on calling “Messaging”. They are trying to… wait for it… make e-mailing simpler.
It would seem that such things as “subject lines” and “formal introductions” and “paragraphs” are becoming too much of an encumbrance for the latest generation of social media users. The SMS (short message service) form for messages is much more efficient according to these abusers of the opposable thumb. So they are simplifying messages. The idea is to create a seamless system between e-mail, SMS, Facebook messages and whatever other modern equivalent of the smoke signal is available. It won’t make a ‘differecet’ what you use – the message will cross barriers of form and shape but the content will get there.
Kliem ir-Rih (The words of the wind)
It is hard to summarise the importance of such tiny steps on the web. It is hard to avoid clichés about information, interaction, data processing and algorithmic sorting that are part of the package when discussing the evolution of the social media. Zuckerberg comes across as a bit of a smart arse who was at the right place (Harvard) at the right time (six years ago) with the right idea (was it his? Watch “The Social Network”) and who is now destined to eternal gloating as his personal patrimony is enough to bail Ireland out of its financial crisis.
I’d love to be able to sell the idea to Zuckerberg to try Malta out as his mini petri dish for new ideas. He could test the effectiveness of online social networks in breaking down established ones through the power of realising what people want, what people need and what actually is happening. He could move the role of social networks into places where they have not yet ventured – the real blood of political administration and governance. Not the election campaigns on Facebook. That would be the easy part. I mean the business of government.
Il-Ktieb ta’ Barabba (Barabbas’ Book)
Yes, Ireland has gone off cap in hand to the EU’s leaders requesting help for a bail out from the ills and ailments caused by the big recession. It’s not potato famine material, yet, but as J’accuse documented a few weeks back, it is already causing a new exodus of young Irish to more fertile pastures. The discussion in some parts of the British press about the Irish conundrum has been very instructive. Some have felt the urge to gloat about the UK’s supposed intelligence at having avoided joining the eurozone and not having succumbed to the latest pressure from the “common market”.
The Joseph Muscats of the UK world trumpeted notes of triumphant ecstasy at the supposed brilliance of their scheming. Which would have been all right had they not got the whole factoring of cause and effect completely wrong. For Ireland is not in a worse position than the UK because of its membership of the euro. As an Irish economist pointed out, much of the blame lay with the management of the Celtic Tiger in the boom years. He called it “double-dipping”, a combination of a free-for-all on interest rates and excessive enthusiasm to milk the market that was sanctioned by the governmental administrators of the day.
As for the UK, all this Cameron-fuelled Thatcherite yelling of “No, No, No” fails to take into account the simple fact that the UK is not that great contributor to EU funds that the Tory press like to make believe that it is. Ever since Thatcher’s dealings with the EC, the UK has benefited from huge discounts from its EU duties, which made Cameron’s heading of the anti-bailout plan league of 11 nations a rather incongruous affair.
Juann Mamo (Grajja Maltija) (A Maltese happening)
Which brings us to matters budgetary closer to home. The Saturday papers reported a speech by Central Bank Governor Michael Bonello. Reading the summaries of Mr Bonello’s delivery was very salutary for the mental constitution of the sane. Here was someone with his feet stuck firmly on the ground and who had no trouble calling a spade a spade. More importantly (and thankfully for a Central Bank Governor), he does not seem to have any symptoms of the local virus of Malta-centricity displayed by politicians of all colours.
It is a pity then that such wise words as the following will be lost on the ears of the politically twisted and irrelevant world of the concerted practices of two parties. Much as columnists like Ranier Fsadni would like to capture the economic positions of the two parties as something reasonable in terms of neo-keynesianism, we will still be lumped with short-term “policies” based on populist knee-jerk assumptions. Here is what Michael Bonello stated:
“What I am advocating is not austerity but enlightened self-interest. It is a commonsensical appeal for a closer alignment of our priorities with the economy’s strategic objectives and for a more efficient allocation of resources.” Which is polite speak for: “Get your act together and punch some intelligent thinking into those marketing fuelled chicken heads. Be prudent and diligent with our money or you’ll end up like Ireland.”
What did “the people” and “the press” read in his speech? The first noise to be made was with regard to his proposal to rationalise stipends. Dear dear. Alfred Sant was right then no? Of course he was… 14 years ago. Judging by comment board reaction, it was finally time for the students to get their comeuppance. It’s Monty Python’s Yorkshire Policemen all over again. “In my days nobody paid me to study and I had papyrus books and had to go to university in a self-propelled pushchair with three wheels and we stood up all through the lectures that were delivered in a cupboard.”
Arlogg ta’ Darba (A one time clock)
Just like back in 1998, the stipend issue should not be about society’s imagined vendetta on spoilt brats. It should be a rationalisation of what the nation is prepared to invest in an educated workforce. What will HR recruiters of the future be faced with? Presumably, now (14 years on from Sant, remember – that’s 14 generations of graduates) is the time to invest in specific courses in order to incentivise certain career paths from which the nation will benefit as a whole.
Is it that difficult to conceive? A target-oriented stipend that combines elements of “means-testing” (difficult one that) with desirability of graduates in certain sectors (less difficult but badly in need of stronger uni-public-private sector collaboration). How else will we ensure that the gambling companies, which have become the bread and butter for an important part of good taxpayers, will continue to be attracted by the efficient workforce we so proudly claim to have? Electronics, IT, environmental planners and engineers, political studies (the real ones), spring to mind as obvious sectors for investment.
It won’t be up to just the government to foot the bill of specific courses. One could think about involving the private sector more and promote the idea of part-time students who are already getting their practical experience in the labour market. The difference between this kind of scheme and the Mintoffian parrini is the element of choice. Obviously, no course should be closed. If we still have 500 young men and women a year wanting to become lawyers then so be it. The difference would be that the stipend for such courses would be less than that for other courses.
I know that this idea is anathema to many – I have been through this very closely. It would be ignorant of us not to acknowledge the changing times and needs. It would be ignorant to fail to take note of Bonello’s stern but reasoned warning. A closer alignment of priorities is just what the doctor ordered. Better still. He ordered a strong dose of a rarity in these times: Common sense. Good luck with that.
Kotba (books)
This week’s subheadings were dedicated to some of the recently published books that featured in the Fiera tal-Ktieb. That is one event I hate to miss and I still have not had the opportunity to peruse any of the books mentioned. There are other books of course and the Maltese publishing industry seems to be traversing a happy moment. That’s a good sign. An even better sign would be for us to go out buy the books – Maltese and others – and get down to reading more and more. The narrative and the story is what makes us most human of all – whether it is the story of transcendental humanism of a deity made man or the travails of a boy-wizard in his battle against evil, the secret lies in not forgetting the magical stuff from which our mind weaves great ideas.
Cogito ergo sum. Isn’t it brilliant? Quick… change your status on Facebook.
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