Friday, October 15, 2010

Li²


This blinking cursor
Is judging me yet again
As evil as narcotics to its dealer
Just as precious these pages are to a lonely writer
Untitled and diminished
This story is not my own
Untarnished
Smeared in light
I’m terrified.
A sense of familiarity
I feel the strings
Wrap around my wrist
As I walk as I think as I melt into this
Precision is impervious
Interfering
Unrelenting
Content
Feels as foreign fingers to brail
And sightlessness has always had me
Under its thumb
Numb no longer
It burns in my being
Settling comfort I can taste so sweet
This impossible
simple spectacle
That has blurred my vision too long
I now hold precariously
On the smoothest edge of my palm
Split decisions in split conditions
I will sway towards the storm every time
A chance I find refuge at all
The beast in my soul
Has been cleaned has been boiled
Swept from my memory
Grit and grime have polished to gold
And I hear what I am told
But the faith has diminished in this blithe
These soles have been pounded
Through tunnels through darkness
From end to end
I’ve uncovered a gateway
Fortuitously
All its own in time
It has become my own
And this is mine
Though just where I can see
Every blink is counted
Every footstep forward is marked on a path I can be free
From these ties
This bond meant to destroy me
It will save me

This way

I think I know why Al Qaeda wants us all dead... Lady Gaga

I had the misfortune of watching an entire news segment on Lady Gaga this morning. She was even a topic on my favorite radio talkshow, Bob and Tom, that I was listening to while driving home from dropping Camron (the boyfriend) off at work. She wore a dress resembling meat to a music awards show? What. The. Fuck? Another funny thing real quick: how would you like to live on a street named "Cream Bush" haha... there's a neighborhood over where Cam's working this week called freaking Cream Bush. So anyway, I'm going to make some breakfast and take Zoie on an early morning walk around our crappy neighborhood lol. You know a couple weeks ago someone blew up my neighbors van-- Camron is convinced it was a mobile meth-lab (like an ice cream truck but for tweekers) that must've combusted on it's own, so it's debatable. I swear it wasn’t like this when we moved over here but within a year all the crack heads have really come out of the woodwork. Soon enough we’ll be out of here though! Class is going well these days. I’m writing a piece on human interaction vs. technology in English; I’ll post it to my blog later today. I finally got all the pictures off my camera and up onto my page so feel free to spy on them. It’s my Dad’s birthday today. Oh! I didn’t have to change a single diaper yesterday; Zoie woke up yesterday morning with a completely dry diaper even after sleeping all night, and she wore panties all day with no accidents! She is doing so well with potty training I feel like I’m on vacation or something. I’m taking her to the Halloween Boutique this afternoon; I think she wants to be either a fairy or a robot. I have no idea what I’m going to be this year! My costume last year was pretty much the coolest so I don’t know how I’m going to compete. Camron and I took the kids to Petco the other day and picked up some new fishies—we got one of those black ones with the puffy eyes and a cute fan-finned goldfish. We named them Joy and Darnell and if you get why that’s funny then you can call me Earl. Until next time~

Human is as Human Does

        I have recently had the pleasure of reading an article from Sherry Turkle, “Loving Technology”. This piece revealed to me great concern regarding the approach of we as people, as humans, have in regards to the technological tools available today in correspondence with human interaction. Turkle poses the question, “What kind of people are we becoming as we develop increasingly intimate relationships with machines?” I began to contemplate what will be considered humanistic qualities both in the near future and for generations that have yet to come.
        In 1999 there was such an uproar about the thought of what chaos would be left in the wake of the dreaded Y2K. People eleven years ago, before cell phones even came equipped with a digital camera (an unthought-of component in today’s insatiable media craze) were in complete chaos at the thought of what seems like prehistoric technology shutting down. Within those eleven years the media evolution seemed to grow as subtly as a gnat amongst day old fruit. We are just now beginning to expand into uncharted technological territory.
        Presently, we have approached such a technological and gadget oriented global society that those of us without a kick-ass flat screen TV or a phone that’s smarter than the person who stuffs it into their pocket, have been marked as unacceptable. In this technological age, one may consider we as a society to be the most intellectual of our time. Though, with knowledge being so easily accessible, people have lost the value in learning, growing, and developing ones perspective through education. So, in turn, we are left to depend on computers as the only means we have of insight.
        The times have changed and with it, so have many ideals across the social spectrum; E-mail rather than postcards, instant and text messages rather than a conversation, and webcams that can actually replace face-to-face communication. These such innovations were initially created in order to provide the almighty consumer with ease of access to virtually every aspect of one’s life in a positive and, most importantly, in a convenient manner. In doing so, however, it has inadvertently eradicated human awareness.
        The text provides an intriguing overview of certain computers (or robots) that are presently on the market—robot cats for spinsters and robot infants for the unfortunately barren couple that simulate everything but the poop. Sony has developed a household entertainment robo-puppy, “[AIBO] is better than a real dog... It won’t do dangerous things, and it won’t betray you.” In a section of Turkle’s article, she recalls her daughter mentioning how “realistic” a jellyfish looked in reality but also how “unrealistic” the biological animals look in comparison to the animatronic animals seen at Disneyland. This highlights my concern for the next generations perspective on robots as opposed to humans; will they ever even know the difference, or if they did would they care?
            Going back to the topic of infant robots, these robot babies actually have the technology born into it that can mimic infant facial movements and even respond to stimulus. If you rock the baby it stops crying, if you bounce the baby it will react differently depending on the “mood”. It doesn’t surprise me how people, instinctually, would begin to feel a bond growing between this child and the caregiver; but can real love actually be an option in a case such as this?
        Turkle researched the popular responses to this idea of upgrading and that “simulated love could never be love.” If one were to really contemplate this gesture, it can be said that this simulated love would be the equivalent to a person lying, being that the love between robo-baby and simu-mom is a complete fabrication derived from a very real emotion. If we put this same notion and advanced it even fifty years, the term “Loving Technology” poses a completely different variation to what one may think it means today. A very literal definition perhaps.
        Turkle initiates a debate surrounding the movie, A.I. Artificial Intelligence, so within the same spectrum allow me to bring the movie Stepford Wives to mind. In this particular film, the men have altered their wives robotically to emulate their ideal companion. If given the opportunity in the future, will people choose a robotic soulmate rather than a biological one as a futuristic emotional form of insurance? After all, for years, people have invested in the safety of their homes, vehicles, and even in their lives against the unknown, the dreaded concept of “what if”. If given the option to avoid certain vulnerabilities people encounter naturally within developing social relationships, who would choose to gamble with fate? Most people would go for the more secure option, that is, a mate that has been programmed in which they truly can trust to offer the highest means of happiness or the biggest pay-out, in other words.
        We as the people who make up our world today can obviously see the problem with investing in romantic happiness or camaraderie via robotic simulations of legitimacy; however, even the computer I am typing on at this very moment seems to feel part of that very same problem. We are investing more of our precious time into the technology surrounding us, that we are losing sight of what is valuable in a person. We are losing sight of the significance of social interaction. 
        Presently, it cannot be judged as to what is considered a humanistic quality as opposed to a technological one when we as people have already chosen technological attachment time and time again rather than companionship with our fellow man. It seems we have already lost touch with each other as humans; but "Who gives a shit?" Right? Blah blah irreversible damage to our culture and morality of future generations blah blah. Hey, we can always just Google what it means to replace human interaction... or better yet, just ask a robot!