A thought on why geeks like Steampunk design

Steampunk as a literary form is, for the most part, just a form of the alternate-history novel with elements of science fiction and fantasy thrown in. Though interesting in many ways, it’s not particularly sociologically significant (by itself) – but there is something interesting to be said about it’s sudden and more recent popularity as inspiration for decor.

The resulting decor is deliberately anachronistic, not for sale anywhere and generally done painstakingly by hand by the fans of it. When I say deliberately anachronistic I mean it, fans take the crucial elements of steam era technology (copper and brass cogwheels and sprockets) and mould them into modern technological devices in such a way as to present the appearance that they are functional parts of these devices.
While the literary form may have inspired the idea, it’s certainly more than that.

So why is geek culture suddenly embracing a design style so radically different from what we more commonly expect ? What happen to the LED-string lights and cathode-tubes and plasma-balls we all love and why are we now decorating with cogwheels and mechanicals ? What most geeks do for a living shuns “mechanical” as generally being the worst part of things – it’s the gears and sprockets in the computer (usually in things like fans and hard drive motors) that break. Yet … this design seems to hype up something we are supposed to dislike ?

I think I have an idea why though. Steampunk design takes it’s cues not from the technology of the Victorian age but from the aesthetic designs for technology that were prevalent in that age – and there is a crucial difference between the aesthetic design that Victorian era companies embraced and that prevalent today.
Victorian technology took pride in making as much of the workings of the device visible as possible, as many moving parts in plain sight as could be there. The casings were usually made of glass, and the sprockets and gears kept polished and shined as they were meant to be observed.
The reason was that the Victorians took pride not just in what the device did, but in the intricate workings that allowed it to do so. The designers fed a market filled with curiosity.
By contrast – modern culture has developed a kind of hatred of curiosity. People not only aren’t curious, they not only don’t care about how things work – they insist that their ignorance is a kind of right. Designers of modern technology hide as much of the workings of their product as possible, hide the intricacies – because people get upset by them. People care only about what the device does, they do not want to know or think about how it does so and confronting them with the knowledge upset them.
Geeks have always been a counter-culture to this aspect. Geeks want to know how it works, they are curious explorers by nature. We open our stuff up to see how it fits together, we are the drivers of the free and open-source movement because we want to be able to see how our software works.
In short – geeks have embraced steampunk design out of a deepseated nostalgia for an era when this curiosity was not frowned upon, deemed antisocial or weird, but in fact shared by so many that every device was designed to meet it.

Like all forms of nostalgia this is probably a pretty romanticized view (and certainly a mostly unconscious one). I doubt the average Victorian coalminer gave a damn how a clock worked, but the Victorian gentleman who owned the clock certainly did – that is why all the clocks had casings made of glass rather than wood or sheet-metal. Today we all own clocks – but only a small group of us still care about how a clock works. We are the geeks, the curious ones – the seekers of knowledge. Steampunk-design is a representation of that desire to see behind the veil – a nostalgia for an age when the veil wasn’t there, and more importantly was unwanted rather than desired.

Filkday: The sound of stupid.

My thanks to JHBPrincess for the line that inspired this one.
Sung (of course) to the melody of: The sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle

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Hello Friday, my old friend
I’ve come to walk with you again
Because a week softly burning
Left it’s scars while I was working
And the users that were standing at my desk
Were insane
And spewed the sound of stupid

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In directory trees I walked alone
Ten milion files of mpeg-one
Wading through penis-enlargement spam
And then the real mail isn’t worth a damn
When my eyes were stabbed by a website in adobe flash
That split my brain
And screeched the sound of stupid

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And in the monitor light I saw
People praising “Avatar”
People talking without thinking
People typing without spelling
People writing crap that braincells never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of stupid

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“Fools,” said I, “you do not know
Stupid like a cancer grows
Read my blog and I might teach you
Switch of Britney and I might reach you”
But they all said “STFU fag”
And clammored with the sound of stupid

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And the idiots bowed to pray
To the pop idols they wanted to lay
And the signs flashed out their warnings
In the words that they were forming
And the signs said “Caution: coffee burns when hot”
And “Am I hot” ?
And I wept at the sound of stupid.

My date with Yo-Landi Vi$$er.

Now I know I’m fokken famous but I was still kina surprized when my phone rang and Yo-Landi asked me out cos she’s way more fokken famous than I is. At least now that MaxNormal ditched the three-piece suits and reinvented themselves as Die Antwoord.
I’m not even all that used to girls asking me out, throwing me undies with their number on is a more usual approach but I guess she’s a bit fokken old-fashioned in that regard. So I spent some time thinking what a chick like her would actually, you know like, dig and shit, and came up with this perfect date plan.

Hired the perfect car (a 1988 Toyota Hilux bakkie met fucked suspension), and picked her up from her posh pozzie in *censored* where her bra’s DJ HiTek and Max Waddy first read me the fokken leviete about taking good care of her and not fokken playing with their little friend and having her home before fokken dawn…
So off we go to her favorite fokken restaurant (a wimpy drive through) and then to go watch the the city lights from some fokken naais romantiek hilltop somewhere. Next fokken thing I know… she’s like: “bru… jy’s fokken tasty, pomp my.”.. and one thing jumped on another en toe creak daai fokken hilux se springs harder as HiTek se fokken next-level beats.

I had to stick my finger in her mouth to suck on – but mostly to make her stop trying to fokken dirty talk cos that’s just not on … at least, not the fokken way she does it… what can I fokken say ? I mean she may be a fokken zef rapper but I don’t think rapping the lyrics of rich-bitch during orgasm is all that fokken appealing, besides she can’t rap as fast as fokken Max so she wasn’t keeping up with the rythm of the fokken springs and I wasn’t gonna slow that down. Fok daai kak.

Anyways, about five seconds later she’s complaining cos I’m taking too long and she’s getting fokken tired, so we finish off and I drop her off…

She’s fokken awesome.

DISCLAIMER: This post is a parody review of the band. I did not in fact go on an actual date with Yo-Landi in a Hilux (or any other vehicle) and I did
not in fact sleep with her, or in fact ever even meet her (so if there’s ever a paternity claim I know it aint mine)…
I just wanted to get into the spirit of the thing. I dig the irony of the band, and I hope they’ll dig the irony of my chosen review style.