By McLean Greaves

Not sure if this is a case of mental illness, child abuse, public drunkenness or a combination of all three. Either way I’m sure Child Protective Services will be intrigued:

UPDATE:

Here’s what happened after the above video went viral yesterday:

In just under two weeks, CNN will be airing Black In America 4, about that rarest of breeds: African-American entrepreneurs in Silicon Valley. Already the topic has generated controversy with an interview of TechCrunch founder Michael Arrington by CNN’s Soledad O’Brien. When asked if who his favorite black entrepreneur is, Arrington was stumped.

“I don’t know a single black entrepreneur,” stumbled the extremely well-connected blogger-turned-VC. From there, a heated online debate ensued — largely triggered by provocative post written by Arrington (“Oh Shit, I’m A Racist”) where he claims he was set up by CNN (whose parent company AOL coincidentally just fired Arrington over some conflict-of-interest aka politrix issues) and that his inner database isn’t racially indexed. O’Brien herself dove into the fray, claiming the interview was anything but a set up.

For longtime but still rare afrosomething new media executives like me, the discussion has been an intriguing change from the usual navel-gazing myopia that often characterizes much of tech journalism. It’s fascinating to see technologists like Mitch Kapor train their formidable sights towards a social issue that, for once, doesn’t involve unfriending or Like buttons.

While most thinkers like Kapor rightly admit one reason black geeks are scarce in Silicon Valley is because the industry is more a “mirror-tocracy” than a meritocracy, there is another side to this burdensome scenario: historically, African-American kids have been conditioned to aspire to becoming superstar athletes, platinum-selling artists and other role models far “cooler” than a serial entrepreneur or a PHP coder. Where being a brainy student among Asian, Indian and Jewish kids is not generally viewed as a negative, in too many black schools you’re viewed as a “pointdexter.” The situation wasn’t helped much by Hollywood whose past portrayals of atypical black males were too often represented by feckless fictional characters like Steve Erkle or Carlton Banks.

The good news is that, indirectly, Silicon Valley is already changing this scenario. In the past decade, technology itself has become “cool” thanks to ubiquitous breakthrough platforms like mobile tech (from the SideKick to the iPhone) and social networking — starting with MySpace and now with Twitter where a disproportionate percentage of users are African-American. Coupled with increasingly low barriers to entry, the fundamentals of network and application layers are being understood and embraced by young black America. It’s only a matter of time before the culture that produced bebop and hip hop discovers a profitable twist on new media much like DJs reinvented turntables. Any enlightened investor knows this.

And, as the obviously non-racist Arrington pointed out in his blog, good things are underway: “At Google Zeitgeist I sat with Will.i.am, Ron Conway, Larry Page, and others over lunch. Will.i.am was proposing an ambitious new idea to help get inner city youth (mostly minorities) to begin to see superstar entrepreneurs as the new role models, instead of NBA stars. He believes that we can effect real societal change by getting young people to learn how to program, and realize that they can start businesses that will change the world.”

It's Cool To Be A Black Geek

In the meantime, Silicon Valley should not let itself off the hook and should instead continue to resolve this anachronistic lopsided situation. As the digital world becomes increasingly dominated by China and India, America will need all the diverse brain power it can get to compete in the global, electronic marketplace where no one knows you’re a dog, let alone a certain color. — MG

To all those friends of mine who disagree with the idea of living to 300+, imagine the below world but 150x better:

As protest movements go, Occupy Wall Street is a fashion statement. Not in a Kanye West way as implied in the below image but at least when compared with the 1960s US Civil Rights movement, 1989′s Tianamen Square or more recently, the Arab spring. Here’s why I feel this way: unlike historical protests there is no self-sacrifice. While I may be proven wrong, I suspect this cosy, convenient movement will not survive a North American winter let alone water cannons, rubber bullets, hunger strikes and government-sanctioned goons like Iran’s Basij. Already in cities like Toronto, Vancouver, Tokyo and even its catalytic centre, Manhattan, the movement has steadily declined in from a peak of thousands of union-backed, media-friendly protesters to a few hundred diehards who are more or less fringe careerists regularly seen at G20 gatherings everywhere. While CNN and other mainstream outlets report, if not pray, of a global newsworthy phenomena, the numbers and reach of the 99 percenters is a chemical trace even when compared to the Boy Scouts who can be found in 161 countries and sport over 30 million members.

While the Occupy (enter city here) movement prides itself of being leaderless, rudderless might be a better word. By not having the singular charismatic voice of a Susan B. Anthony, Mahatma Ghandi, or Martin Luther King, there is no cross-over clarity, no measurable goals, no coalescence. Instead the movement is a camel with a thousand humps, a horse crowdsourced by committee.  It reeks of the trivial convenience of micro-blogging where anyone can globally publish their personal umbrage in a half-conceived 140 characters or as a mere hashtag, effort be damned.

The fact that the movement was started by culture-jamming spoofers Ad Busters speaks volumes. Imagine Lech Walesa’s Solidarity movement or Stokely Carmichael’s SNCC being associated with spoonfed smuggery like this. Nothing against satire — indeed George Carlin, Dick Gregory, Richard Pryor and Lenny Bruce all triggered social change through the power of humour — but will this really be the origin from whence global economic reforms starts?

It’s unfortunate Occupy Wall Street isn’t likely to evolve into a real movement. Undoubtedly, Wall Street and its myopic Frankenstein capitalism will not just eat itself but the rest of us too if it continues to permutate unchecked. At minimum,  real dialogue about economic reform should have been initiated between the haves and have nots. Instead, hardly anyone knows where to start, what to talk about,  who to talk to or why this guy is shitting on a police cruiser.

And with voting among the young at historic lows almost everywhere, one can’t help but feel these protests aren’t about democratic change. If nothing, they’re about the kind of change Candidate Obama promised: shiny, web-based, long on slogans but short on details. Change you can bereave in.

Lastly it’s hard to take seriously a movement that calls itself the 99 percent who are broke and downtrodden when research shows the North Americans are only 6% of world adult population but control 34% of its wealth. — MG

Putting It All Into Perspective

Philip K. Dick Got It Right

“ I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain… Time to die.” – Roy Batty, Blade Runner

For those of us who are lucky (read: middle-to-upper class, Westerner, decent health habits), there may not be a time to die. At least not for a very long time. Maybe even a thousand years if British author and gerontologist Aubrey de Grey is correct.  De Grey and scores of researchers around the world have been working on reversing the aging process through various means including regenerative medicine. Indeed, De Grey famously quoted in 2008 “the first human who will live up to 1,000 years is probably already alive now, and might even be today between 50 and 60 years old.”

Similarly, noted Futurist/author/inventor Ray Kurzweil predicts humans will eventually live forever, through a mix of what he refers to as GNR (genetics, nanotechnology and robotics). “My cell phone is a billion times more powerful per dollar than the computer we all shared when I was an undergrad at MIT,” wrote Kurzweil in 2009. “And we will do it again in 25 years. What used to take up a building now fits in my pocket, and what now fits in my pocket will fit inside a blood cell in 25 years. ”

In this MIT lecture Kurzeill remarks “Say goodbye to cancer and heart disease within 15 years, and hello to living way past 80.”

One issue De Grey, Kurzweill and other anti-aging soothsayers seldom discuss, however, is self-identity. Even at the age 20, human beings are not who they were when they were five — completely different epidermis, different blood and scant if any memory of themselves as five year olds. Imagine at 300 years old; you will be a complete stranger to the person you are now (unless, of course, total Singularity happens). All of which begs the question: what is the point of immortality if you are essentially “reincarnated” as a complete stranger?

Enter the cloud. Storing your digital identity in a social cloud service like  Facebook or G+ will serve as a personal time capsule if you live to 200, 300 years and beyond. Everything that comprises your personality — your tastes, thoughts, friends, family, images, career — is often now digitized in the form of photos, videos, blogs, emails and short form text like Twitter or SMS. As the Nexus 6 replicants of Blade Runner showed, the difference between being a synthetic cyborg and human being ultimately comes down to memories. It’s the essence of what makes us unique individuals. Lose your memories, however, and you become whatever you are programmed to be.

This is your future...in bits.

While there are several reasons to be wary of loading your entire life  on a platform like Facebook, including privacy, the fact of the matter is that a cloud-based digital backup of your life is a much safer, convenient bet than ever-changing storage devices like optical discs or hard drive. Technology is always changing as any graybeard who has owned a Zip drive or  720MB CD ROM burner knows; it’s a pain in the ASCII to migrate personal data like email every five years or so – a bigger hassle than learning how to tweak the granular privacy settings of Facebook even if they seem to change every few years.

Sure there are dozens of options including memorials websites like Remembered.com, e-Forever and MyHeartWill, but the chances of those services surviving for hundreds of years is considerably  lower than Facebook who, capitalized to the tune of $2 billion and counting, is poised to become the IBM of social media in terms of longevity. If you want to electronically  ”live forever” then Facebook is probably your best bet. Google too — especially Gmail. With its new Timeline feature, however, Facebook has already shown the value of the personal time capsule: your life in an easy, navigable snapshot.

It’s almost inevitable humans will live well into their hundreds so we may as well start storing our self-identity now for the future. Unless, a solar flare, EMP or energy shortage sets us back to a digital Stone Age.  Maybe you should store a hardcopy back up too. — MG

An example of why identity matters in the future.

Definition: Internet Troll. In Internet slang, a troll is someone who posts inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community, such as an online discussion forum, chat room, or blog, with the primary intent of provoking readers into an emotionalresponse or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion. – Wikipedia

Years ago in the mid 90s I was a writer and editor for the urban Toronto magazine, Word. During my tenure there I wrote a piece that bothered me for years. It was about Christie Blatchford, then a longtime Toronto Sun columnist who was Ann Coulter before Coulter was. Back in the day there was a lot of animosity between Blatchford and Toronto’s afrosomething cognoscenti over was what perceived to be a racial bias against young African-Canadians in her far-right columns. Indeed during my database research it was evident that Blatchford negatively obsessed over blacks, especially Jamaicans, far more than any other ethnic group I queried.

Trollzilla rises again.

As a journalist, however, I approached the story objectively and attempted to find the human behind the inflammatory prose. Turns out she indeed had a human side; she was affable, thoughtful and, as I vaguely recall, may have undergone a failed marriage and other empathetic experiences. We got along quite well during the interview and I especially liked her hip eyewear.

By the time the article was published I had moved to the Bronx, New York and was taken aback by the cover page headline the editors had chosen for my piece: Christie Blatchford Likes It Doggystyle (a reference to her admission of including Snoopy Doggy Dogg in her CD collection). In addition to the puerile headline, I was troubled by “my” article as it included words I had not written, allowing the editors to anonymously hide behind my by-line and lob all sorts of slings and arrows at Blatchford. Whether deserved or not, the story was far cruder than what I had intended and for years after, I had hoped to apologize to Blatchford if we ever crossed lines in Toronto’s overlapping media circles.

Until Monday.

Less than 24 hours after the sudden and shocking death of Opposition leader Jack Layton, Blatchford penned a crafty diatribe against the popular NDP icon, claiming his final letter to Canadians was “vainglorious” and remarking “who seriously writes of himself, ‘All my life I have worked to make things better’?” Apart from the reality that in the dying moments of one’s life, rewrites are highly unlikely, Blatchford condescendingly dismisses the work Layton did “to make things better.” Lest we forget, as Blatchford has clearly done, here’s what Layton did to make things better:

• strengthened Canadian unity by vanquishing the separatist Bloc Quebecois party to unofficial status
• showed Canadians (especially younger voters) you can win a historical number of seats without resorting to negative campaigning.
• authored several books, the most influential of which was Homelessness — an issue that former Mayor Mel Lastman admitted this week was made a high priority because of Layton’s gentle but persistent nudging. Layton didn’t just write about it; he opened the first food bank in Toronto.
• co-founded the White Ribbon Campaign — an organization dedicated to preventing violence against women and now represented in 60 countries
• was a vehement champion of protecting the environment well before An Inconvenient Truth made it trendy
• was a strong supporter of LGBT communities, leading the way on HIV/AIDS funding and regularly attending the Pride Parade (again, before it became trendy)

Even his less heralded achievements made things better including supporting bike infrastructure (fighting to get bikes on the TTC and popularizing the now ubiquitous ring-and-post stands that provide thousands of Torontonians a safe place to lock their bikes).

Blatchford didn’t just take several ill-timed digs at a man who had just succumbed to cancer, she also derided Canadians who, on a rare occasion, were unified in grief. Heartlessly and yet with unaccredited authority, she equates mourning of a transformative national leader to the death of a Jersey Shore cast member:

“Certainly, Canadians liked Mr. Layton, but the public over-the-top nature of such events — by fans for lost celebrities they never met, by television personalities for those they interviewed once for 10 minutes, by the sad and lost for the dead — make it if not impossible then difficult to separate the mourning wheat from the mourning chaff. ”

Somehow, Blatchford is unable to see what even conservative politicians like Prime Minister Stephen Harper, former Prime Minister Brian Mulroney and Toronto mayor Rob Ford honorably acknowledged — death transcends everything including politics, geographical borders and even the cold, sociopathic need to sell newspapers at any cost including human decency. There is no separation of wheat and chaff when it comes to the ending of a human being’s life, particularly one cut short because of disease.

The resemblance is striking

And perhaps the worst part is the fact that Blatchford knows all of this and yet wrote a stunningly tasteless column to sell newspapers and generate pageviews. It is a sad confirmation that the columnist is not much more than a troll, seeking attention at any cost. Unfortunately her bottom-feeding worked like a Perez Hilton blog post as her name continues to be a trending topic on Twitter nearly 48 hours after publishing this untimely bile.

One can only hope when her own time runs out, Blatchford will finally realize there is more to life than just being a troll. — MG

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Below is my favorite of the many videos circulating in memory of a well-liked politician and great Canadian.

Still troubled by the illegal actions of police during last week’s G20, I’ve been doing some forensic research on the various social media coverage of the violence. While the below YouTube video showing an apparent “black bloc” anarchist running with officers emerged a week ago, I screen capped the below frame for more clarity and was intrigued at what it appears to be:

Is this man "black bloc," undercover police or worse, an agent provocateur?

You can see for yourself below. Just hit the space bar on your computer to pause the video a few times and it becomes as clear as a bell: at least one person dressed in the incriminating attire of the “black bloc” is seen here at 0:45, running alongside various police officers in this troubling scene from Queens Park:

If nothing else, an independent public inquiry is needed to answer simple questions like “who is this black bloc fellow running with the cops in this video and why wasn’t he arrested on the spot?” — MG

As the market hopes to maintain stability this week, just remember it’s guys like this freak who are influencing it:

A friend of mine found an old 1975 Eatons Christmas catalog while cleaning out her aging parents’attic. It was a pretty incredible thing to see again after all those years but after seeing this pic in the toys section I had to ask myself, “are we all supposed be gay or something?”

In 1975, St. Nick wasn't just jolly, he was gay!

No wonder the Village People were so big back then. They looked like action heroes to us kids. Click above photo to see close up of Big Jack’s ballsac. — MG

The Rivoli on Queen Street. Been a regular patron since 1995 when I was not quite a cyborg.