You know, you might be right. I don't know Cory Doctorow (or Neal Stephenson or William Gibson). I can't fully explicate the longterm results of his creative outputs or the secondary or tertiary results of his work and it's not my place to judge. I don't know why I'm even on this website, honestly.
I personally could posit many ideas, technological or otherwise, that I think would result in a more perceivably just world, but ultimately those ideas have always been with us. It's never been a problem of lacking solutions, but of humans actually doing the work and using them.
I recant my negative judgments of Cory Doctorow's approach towards changing the technological trajectory and any imprecations towards his sincerity in achieving them. Even yet, my stupidity is now written in silicon for all the world to remember for as long as the record keeps. Let this be a lesson to somebody.
Despite being a wall of text, I leave this quote from Theodore Roosevelt's speech "The Man in the Arena" for posterity and a reminder against cynicism and judging others:
"Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as a cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism; there are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really holds, or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty, whether in achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes second to achievement. A cynical habit of thought and speech, a readiness to criticize work which the critic himself never tries to perform, an intellectual aloofness which will not accept contact with life’s realities—all these are marks, not as the possessor would fain to think, of superiority, but of weakness. They mark the men unfit to bear their part painfully in the stern strife of living, who seek, in the affectation of contempt for the achievement of others, to hide from others and from themselves their own weakness. The role is easy; there is none easier, save only the role of the man who sneers alike at both criticism and performance.
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Shame on the man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to develop into fastidiousness that unfits him for doing the rough work of a workaday world. Among the free peoples who govern themselves there is but a small field of usefulness open for the men of cloistered life who shrink from contact with their fellows. Still less room is there for those who deride or slight what is done by those who actually bear the brunt of the day; nor yet for those others who always profess that they would like to take action, if only the conditions of life were not exactly what they actually are. The man who does nothing cuts the same sordid figure in the pages of history, whether he be cynic, or fop, or voluptuary. There is little use for the being whose tepid soul knows nothing of the great and generous emotion, of the high pride, the stern belief, the lofty enthusiasm, of the men who quell the storm and ride the thunder. Well for these men if they succeed; well also, though not so well, if they fail, given only that they have nobly ventured, and have put forth all their heart and strength. It is war-worn Hotspur, spent with hard fighting, he of the many errors and the valiant end, over whose memory we love to linger, not over the memory of the young lord who “but for the vile guns would have been a valiant soldier.”"
Roosevelt gave that speech in France, 1910. The Europeans must have taken it seriously. Somehow, four years later, all the military powers of Europe went to war, each explicitly saying that they were acting only in self-defense, and the major cities of almost all those nations produced large demonstrations in favor of the war. It turned into total war, industrialization of killing by all available means, up to and including weapons of mass death and destruction, so horrible that the reality of it was not allowed to show its face in the media available on the home fronts. The consequences were so dismal that men, who, like Teddy Roosevelt, cherished violence, insisted on a do-over a generation later.
Roosevelt carried a big stick, but only spoke softly as a last resort. He advocates above doing something over doing nothing, but twists that around into promotion of violence, and hurls his "sneering disbelief" at the alternatives. In this new century, we must have the courage, "stern belief", and "lofty enthusiasm" required to move away from death and destruction.
> but of humans actually doing the work and using them.
You've just identified a problem you believe needs to be solved. I wish I could say the same for myself but I can't and there it is. So for you, how to solve that problem in society. In all of: a small way, in a way that can be built on, in a large scale way. Hit on something fantastic, and I hope you do, it probably won't work right away. You'll probably have to spend some time convincing people and getting them used to the novel ideas (even if that novel idea is simply to actually follow this old idea). Spread the word? May involve repeating yourself in way that is predictable? Maybe not? What do I know!?!
I personally could posit many ideas, technological or otherwise, that I think would result in a more perceivably just world, but ultimately those ideas have always been with us. It's never been a problem of lacking solutions, but of humans actually doing the work and using them.
I recant my negative judgments of Cory Doctorow's approach towards changing the technological trajectory and any imprecations towards his sincerity in achieving them. Even yet, my stupidity is now written in silicon for all the world to remember for as long as the record keeps. Let this be a lesson to somebody.
Despite being a wall of text, I leave this quote from Theodore Roosevelt's speech "The Man in the Arena" for posterity and a reminder against cynicism and judging others:
"Let the man of learning, the man of lettered leisure, beware of that queer and cheap temptation to pose to himself and to others as a cynic, as the man who has outgrown emotions and beliefs, the man to whom good and evil are as one. The poorest way to face life is to face it with a sneer. There are many men who feel a kind of twisted pride in cynicism; there are many who confine themselves to criticism of the way others do what they themselves dare not even attempt. There is no more unhealthy being, no man less worthy of respect, than he who either really holds, or feigns to hold, an attitude of sneering disbelief toward all that is great and lofty, whether in achievement or in that noble effort which, even if it fails, comes second to achievement. A cynical habit of thought and speech, a readiness to criticize work which the critic himself never tries to perform, an intellectual aloofness which will not accept contact with life’s realities—all these are marks, not as the possessor would fain to think, of superiority, but of weakness. They mark the men unfit to bear their part painfully in the stern strife of living, who seek, in the affectation of contempt for the achievement of others, to hide from others and from themselves their own weakness. The role is easy; there is none easier, save only the role of the man who sneers alike at both criticism and performance.
"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. Shame on the man of cultivated taste who permits refinement to develop into fastidiousness that unfits him for doing the rough work of a workaday world. Among the free peoples who govern themselves there is but a small field of usefulness open for the men of cloistered life who shrink from contact with their fellows. Still less room is there for those who deride or slight what is done by those who actually bear the brunt of the day; nor yet for those others who always profess that they would like to take action, if only the conditions of life were not exactly what they actually are. The man who does nothing cuts the same sordid figure in the pages of history, whether he be cynic, or fop, or voluptuary. There is little use for the being whose tepid soul knows nothing of the great and generous emotion, of the high pride, the stern belief, the lofty enthusiasm, of the men who quell the storm and ride the thunder. Well for these men if they succeed; well also, though not so well, if they fail, given only that they have nobly ventured, and have put forth all their heart and strength. It is war-worn Hotspur, spent with hard fighting, he of the many errors and the valiant end, over whose memory we love to linger, not over the memory of the young lord who “but for the vile guns would have been a valiant soldier.”"