*Alone Together* Response (Rough Draft)

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I read Alone Together[1] with real interest. I am actually excited about doing some writing and thinking. Interestingly the subject of this seminar “Technology, Self and Society” is what I’ve been thinking about in my own personal quest for a richer life. It is an exploration of how to better use the Internet and its accompanying technologies. This book, this subject, my IG, Twitter, Twitter and FB accounts and the iPhone that keeps them all handy and available are bothering me. I can tell that I spend too much time performing (documenting) my life for the web for my “friends.” I think I am particularly good at documenting the detritus of life, whether on Fire Island or in Woodside. I see myself as the Edward Weston (ex) of litter. But in documenting every scrap of mortality I loose some of my thoughtfulness. I think this is what I wanted out of the intro, but I got something else.
“Introduction”
This is a thought provoking introduction (& hopefully, book). I have to confess that I am “off-put” by the initial focus on “robots,” which to me is off topic. I think what is really on target is the Winston Churchill quote on page 19 that Turkle repurposes: “We shape our buildings and then they shape us” (Turkle 19). I am not interested in the basics of this statement, but how we’ve allowed the facility and instantaneity of how the our mart phones and the incumbent “digital commons,” and technology generally has shaped us. I think the ability to throw my thoughts out in the form of tweets, tumbler posts, IG images has, to some extent, lessened my investment in each of these thoughts. (Strangely, taking this to the extreme, I was more invested in “Worship Bike” [my 70s-80s tag] which I risked freedom and safety to throw up than I am in my witty haiku and senryu on cultural observations.)

I started out by writing my notes in rhyming iambic couplets. I will post those elsewhere (twitter #turkletweets). I even wrote a sonnet:

Problem is: the opposite of robots/
Robot interactions: just a symptom/
It’s our inability to think thoughts/
& consider people: we’ve become dumb[2]/

On line utterances: calculated/
In our unthinking trigonometry/
To dress down, leave “them” humiliated/
(Our iPhones facilitate bigotry)/

The cyborgs that this book fears and laments/
Are byproducts of distance created:/
People (who in real life are too intense)/
Need reciprocity to be sated/

The machines we make and depend upon/
Weaken us in a digital Bataan[3]/

I think that Turkle raises interesting questions that I have been thinking about in my own meditations on my internet usage (specifically Twitter, Instagram and Facebook). I will try to address Turkle and when appropriate (& not too grandiloquent) I will address things I have been meditating on in my journal and twitter feed and Instagram #phoku #haiku meme feed. Turkle writes “We are lonely but fearful of intimacy,” which seems intuitively so correct, but I think is not quite on (1). We are not all lonely, nor are we seeking intimacy or any real connection with others on line. I think that we seek something that society (modern, consumerist, “late stage capitalist,” whatever) simultaneously lauds and denies us: “celebrity.” We are all, “legends in our own minds,” as a messenger I used to work with said in 1985.

I see my tweets and a latter day, crime free, low impact version of Jean Michel Basquiat’s “Samo-isms.” I remember walking around NYC in the early 80s and seeing these witty nonsequiters as a cool part of the texture of the New York I was in love with. There was tons of graffiti in New York then, but it was rarely thought provoking. We all want to be able to contribute, in a bigger way, to the culture as it is reflected back to us everywhere. It is no longer enough to make a snarky comment in the back of a class-room, we all want to have a quip go viral. I see twitter as a place to throw out (& find) inspiring thoughts. I’m not sure how this attempt to be heard addresses the desire for “intimacy” that Turkle plays with in her title “Alone” Together. The fact that I put my tweets on-line (and under 2 different identities) rather than trying to publish them or suggest that I want some sort of privacy, differentiation or “space” that is not-me.

Of course, I have to admit that the vast majority of people who see my tweets, IG shots and Facebook minutiae, aren’t really people who know me. This “me” is my “on-line me. I like to think that this person is just as thoughtful and caring as I am, but I never really analyzed how my status updates, tweets and photos portray me. I will say that I notice discrepancy between some of my other friends’ feeds. I have two friends who work with me who have radically different “on-line” personalities than they are when I walk to their offices and chat with them. One is, as my wife says, “sassy!” while the other has a curmudgeonly streak as wide as Queens Boulevard. I think we create this “alone persona” to free shards of our id into the world without damaging our (real) political selves. If the sassy or curmudgeonly utterances were heard at a department meeting I’m sure there’d be political and professional consequences. In short we bifurcate our selves using our “digital selves” as some sort of a mental health control valve.

Turkle’s interest in “robots” doesn’t work for me. While I really like how well nuanced her use of this metaphor/example is, I don’t think it really fits into how I initially approached this topic (though this is of course, ‘my take on it,’ and it is something I’ve been thinking about a lot). I don’t think that the “new identities [we forge] in online spaces” are rooted in, or related to, robot tolerance as Turkle suggests (Turkle 2). I was impressed and convinced by her analysis of robots increasing integration into our culture in pages 3 through 13. But as I read it I was curious about different ideas. Turkle looked into how they “performed” biological behavior (zoo displays 4 and pet dolls 9). But I was thinking that these were more like (Westworld-esque) porn[4] or Las Vegas simulacrum of New York in the Casino “New York, New York.” I think National Geographic magazines or “The Ikea Catalogue” are the best examples of this sort of tempting “porn.” We will dream of Azerbaijan or a perfectly decorated home without any of the trouble of actually decorating our houses or going through the rigmarole of getting passports, visas, vaccinations or aboard a plane. They even have the same glossy paper as Playboy and Hustler.

One of the reasons that I have been thinking about my inter-web and smarty-pants-phone use is because of the huge amounts of time they steal from me (often 3 minutes at a clip). I now have a device that I can look anything in the world up on and I spend much of my time visiting the ne’er do wells I left in Boston in the 70s as deadbeats. Really, If I thought she was nice, pretty, but not too thoughtful in 1978, what makes me think that her comments on my photos of New York 38 years later are going to be enlightening? I knew he was a reactionary jerk when we were on the hockey team together, why should I think that he’s become a better judge of character today? So Turkle’s observation about teens texting in 2009 was particularly relevant to me: “[we] are connected all day but are not sure if [we] have communicated” (17). I know when people have babies, eat beautiful meals, remodel our living rooms, but I don’t really know what people think about even the facts that outrage them as they plaster their walls with memes of outrage. I have certainly never had any sort of a conversation with any of the alumnae of Copley Square High School or former residents of Boston’s South End. We let pre-fabricated memes and the occasionally headline from a newspaper do our political talking for us. We are communicating through symbolic semaphores: wave the “anti gun flags” to make sure we are still -more-or-less- traveling in the same direction, part of the same fleet; we don’t get close enough to really communicate.

This alienation, or lack of communication is, well, not really that surprising. Really, how often have we ever had heart-to-heart conversations about things that really matter to us, even before Facebook? I mean there’ve been some “I love you man” (often drunken) expurgations over time, but the long walks where we discuss our philosophies are few and far between. Unless our partners are leaving us we probably won’t go to a café and really discuss our inner-most feelings on things. After a perfunctory riff on emoticons, which I think is a missed opportunity to look at how we really use “shorthand” to communicate, Turkle writes that; “[smart phones and apps] are not so good for opening a dialogue about complexity of feeling” (19). But I think that they could be.

Is this a byproduct of the internet and its apps, or is it because of the corporate structure that brings it to us. I think that this is a big “conspiracy theory” but perhaps an internet not run by corporate America we would have more meaningful activities, games and apps. I think that if we didn’t live in the culture we live in we would have an internet that is very different.

[1] Turkle, Sherry. Alone Together: Why We Expect More from Technology and Less from Each Other. New York: Basic, 2011. Print.

[2] Thoughtless, inconsiderate, selfish (in a way we’d have to fight people who behaved like this in a bar).

[3] Bataan Death March (WWII Japanese Army Marched US and Filipino prisoners to a new camp [& their deaths]) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bataan_Death_March

[4] My definition of this word is looser that simple “pornography:” I think I’m using it more in the sense of “food porn” as first articulated by critic Rosalind Coward in her 1984 book Female Desire in which she writes:

Cooking food and presenting it beautifully is an act of servitude. It is a way of expressing affection through a gift… That we should aspire to produce perfectly finished and presented food is a symbol of a willing and enjoyable participation in servicing others. Food pornography exactly sustains these meanings relating to the preparation of food. The kinds of picture used always repress the process of production of a meal. They are always beautifully lit, often touched up. (103)

Coward, Rosalind. Female Desire: Women’s Sexuality Today. London: Paladin, 1984

•After the Prophet• (Haiku Review)

After the prophet haiku review

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37. •After the Prophet•/
“Tale of Sunni-Shia split”/
Annoyed me greatly/
#haiku

38. Three-Fourths “Game o Thrones”/
Ancient political fights/
(Ignoring our World)/
#haiku

39. A readable book/
Of humanity’s foibles/
Islam’s beginnings/
#haiku

40. Covering the start/
Without much magical faith/
Erases beauty/
#haiku

41. No explanations/
Of the rituals’ meanings/
Focuses on men/
#haiku

42. There were no motives/
For anyone’s behavior/
Worthy of scripture/
#haiku

43. Most facts obscure truths/
Lessons of human nature/
Are rarely divine/
#haiku

44. Hazelton’s book won’t/
Make connections between “now”/
& Islam’s first years/
#haiku

45. “After” erased/
Millennia’s behavior/
& implications/
#haiku

46. Chapter 15 STARTS/
To cover politics/
Of modernity/
#haiku

47. Showing the motives/
Of living malefactors/
Renewal of hater/
#haiku

48. I want a good book/
Contemporary motives/
Hatred’s revival/
#haiku

49. This book simplifies/
History to justify/
These stereotypes/
#haiku

•In The Heart Of The Sea• (haiku review)

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33. Finished history/
Of whaling shipwreck •Essex•/
(Cannibalism)/
#haiku

34. The Inspiration/
For Melville’s book •Moby Dick•/
Was a gripping read/
#haiku

35. Interestingly/
The Blacks were eaten up first/
(Not those who jumped ship)/
#haiku

36. A heroic tale/
Of 19th Century life:/
“Life” wasn’t easy/
#haiku

37. Industrial life/
Aboard floating factories/
Of cetacean death/
#haiku

38a. Wealth cheapens living:/
The search for portable oil/
Displaced men’s labor/
#haiku

38b. Before oil reading/
Required tallow candles made/
Slowly, locally/
#haiku

38c. The cost of reading/
Or any nocturnal light/
Was prohibitive/
#haiku

39a. Ingenious workers/
Industrialized murder/
To enrich a few/
#haiku

39b. Ingenious workers/
Industrialized murder/
To light people’s nights/
#haiku

40. Whale oil lit the night/
Of Victorian bedrooms/
Permitting reading/
#haiku

41. The value of light/
So widely squandered today/
Was a luxury/
#haiku

42. Fine Parlor reading/
Made necessary whale oil/
Ere petroleum/
#haiku

43. Species’ destruction/
That some few might read at night/
(Free-market logic)/
#haiku

44. Men worked factories/
Floating charnel pyres making/
Convenience back home/
#haiku

45a. Inhumane danger/
Is the skeleton of ease/
In whaling’s lamp-light/
#haiku

45b. Inhumane danger/
Is the skeleton of ease/
(Modern convenience)/
#haiku

46. Like petroleum/
Labor is concentrated/
In oily barrels/
#haiku

47. Like petroleum/
We endanger some species/
So some can get rich/
#haiku

48. The logic of wealth/
Rationalizes taking/
For some to have more/
#haiku

49. Whalers risked their lives/
On floating slaughterhouses/
For decent payouts/
#haiku

50. We risk the planet/
For digital convenience/
Fueled by whaling’s heirs/
#haiku

51. The planet marches/
Down the path oil’s wealth has paved/
(Ease “über allës”)/
#haiku

52. The Essex’s men/
Three months at sea without aid/
Lived heroically/
#haiku

53. Difficult living/
Impossible to survive/
There is much to learn/
#haiku

Spatial Mass Production of Oppression Sonnet

20140618-093744-34664696.jpgGleaming galvanized mass-produced fences/
Looping concertina wire, chain-linked checks/
Assembled minimum wage defenses/
Adorns buildings old & new: the hex/

The architecture of oppression has become/
Leitmotif of modern society/
Protection of pecuniary sums/
From unwashed masses of the laity/

Grand spaces of former democracy/ grows the mold of Guantanamo’s new style/
Easily assembled theocracy/
Detritus of oppression by the mile/

Freedom will be stolen by production/
Not some foreign uniformed invasion*/

*Not some swarthy brown person invasion/

Musing on Privilege

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44. I rattle my cup/
Against the bars of my cell/
In luxury jail/
#haiku

45. Privileged inmate/
Aristocratic prison/
Luxury problems/
#haiku

46. My gratitude reigns:/
(Don’t worry about others)/
(Work hard & fear “them”)/
#haiku

47. Today’s “gratitude”/
Must remain unexamined/
Like schadenfreude/
#haiku

48. These moments of “peace”/
Protected by cruelty/
I never witness/
#haiku

49. So thanks to the guns/
Dead soldiers and families/
Keep this lie working/
#haiku

50. My peace is built on/
Oligarchical terror/
Imposed on the poor/
#haiku

Open Letter to Facebook

Despite all my fine rage/
I’m still a rat in a cage/
Bars of fiber optics/
Locked with apple products/
Through my window touch screen/
I can see systems obscene/
I try to make additions:/
Meaningless petitions/
As long as money’s free Speach/
The internet lacks reach/
So I will go buy stamps/
And mail elected tramps/
Demand better actions/
The real world has traction/
So I’ll shut off Facebook/
And stop being a schnook/
Today I’ll write congress/
I’ll demand some redress/
The internet doesn’t/
Change anything cousin/
I will act physically/
Think philosophically/
Because “tagging” and “liking”/
Totally lack meaning/
So send me a letter/
I like them much better/

mementos…

westernqueensland:

Memorial day/
Celebrating unjust wars/
Heartbreaking moments/
#Haiku

Originally posted on Read Between the Minds:

mementos

cities
built
with the blood-soaked mortar
of its youth
high-rise tombstones
mark society’s grave
while
the graves
of the war dead
are placed
beyond
the city walls
marginalized in death
as in life
their
sacrifice
symbolically recalled
once a year
when
the chaos of death
is replaced with
designed tranquillity
a park-like environment
to ease the guilt
of the living
for what they’ve
permitted
their leaders
to steal
from the face
of the earth
life

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