Tuesday, December 15, 2009

How the Machine Turned me into a Human








Technology is a strange beast that serves to bring us closer together while it also causes us to drift apart. With a single click my parents are on the screen countries apart and with the same click I can send my letter of resignation to my boss bypassing the awkwardness of telling him how I can’t stand the way he rejected my ideas. On that same day that you quit your job you instantly text msg your girlfriend and tell her about that long gateway trip to the beach you both wanted to take but couldn’t due to work, and how this can now be planned. Then after the long and relaxing trip you return home only to find messages from a strange fellow wondering why she missed there dinner date, and with a single click of the mouse you are now single again. Lonely and now depressed you scour the virtual ads hoping and wishing that maybe the same thing happened to another poor soul and there still is hope for love in this ultra connected world we are slowly being pushed into.


The above series of examples where attempts at showing you how the internet is changing how we interact with people, some for the better and others for the worst. The ability to reflect to the things you say and or do does help develop a deeper understanding of the patterns hidden within people, with a repeated facebook status update I learned that every Tuesday night was your tv night and this may not be the best time to call you. Yet I beg to ask, are we the patterns we reflect or are we the reflection of the patterns inside the machines, do we create patterns in machines or are the machines themselves creating patterns in us. This and many more questions were floating about in my mind after viewing Micheal wesh’s presentation. A presentation I would have not been able to view without the aid of the machine, without following the random walk exploration of knowledge I do on a daily basis seeking and absorbing the cyber culture that talk would have never been seen by me. Searching and seeking is how I spend every day, exploring the depths of the internet cyber culture partly due to my own research state of mind and partly simply just an act of playing my out my own cyber citizenship.


I find all of this interesting regardless of knowing that behind the cold glow of my computer monitor lies the anonymous eyes of the world, watching and reading without the need to be known. All of us are connected as we find ourselves doing, watching, and reading what we all deem important and entertaining. We are all contributing under aliases and in the shadows, like a colony building and working for ourselves, only our actions also helps feed the collective hive that the internet is now becoming. We do all of this interacting for what? Nothing ever changes even with all the collective outcry of disapproval we have over this and or that. Yet something more important happened to emerge from us staring into the information box we call a computer. With every video I watched and with every paper I read something deep inside me got stirred up, I was pushed to feel an anger, a joy, a laughter, and even a disgust for the things that you showed me. In the end the internet and the collective thoughts reminded me that I still hate your views, that I still love talking to you, that no matter how different we are, we are not getting any closer to social justice. The machine while absorbing me and all of us into its collective feeding of information has caused me/us to express all of our human expressions including those I would not normally express in an actual social environment. The point is the machines needed us to upload our rich human emotions to build an internet worth logging into. The global dehumanization is not being lost but rather it is being uploaded willingly and unknowingly, like a vampire the machines our stripping more and more of our thoughts as we blog twit it all away. Yet In the process of my involuntarily uploading of my thoughts to communicate with you through the internet I have also uploaded the virus that are my thoughts about you internet. So I wrote this in hopes of one day getting a reply to this blog post not via email but through a hand written letter. A letter that reminds me that behind the screen where you found this truly are minds worth talking to, minds that are something like me, you know: “A human mind”

Now while I also lay right behind the cloak of the internet veil I have not hid my intentions from you. It is true that I believe technology slowly is leading to more and more dehumanization of human interactions. Yet I also believe that on the flip side it has taken this extreme contrast of the cold inorganic logic view of the world to really cherish the warmth full of experiences that life has to offer. Sometimes it takes the lights going out and us bathing in darkness for us to understand what we once or could have had, our humanity. So when the machine evolution begins to push the boundaries of human interactivity into nonhuman realms I want you to remember those few interactions we shared out in the real world were valuable to me. No amount of virtual recreation will match the unseen radiance the comes from seeing the one you love smile or laugh in person, and while we may forced to share that smile through web cams avatars and soon virtual reality, there will always be a need for human to human connection. So next time we meet out in the world don’t forget that we are humans and these cold digital words you just finished reading were written by the hands of a warm blooded human.

How the Machine Turned me into a Human








Technology is a strange beast that serves to bring us closer together while it also causes us to drift apart. With a single click my parents are on the screen countries apart and with the same click I can send my letter of resignation to my boss bypassing the awkwardness of telling him how I can’t stand the way he rejected my ideas. On that same day that you quit your job you instantly text msg your girlfriend and tell her about that long gateway trip to the beach you both wanted to take but couldn’t due to work, and how this can now be planned. Then after the long and relaxing trip you return home only to find messages from a strange fellow wondering why she missed there dinner date, and with a single click of the mouse you are now single again. Lonely and now depressed you scour the virtual ads hoping and wishing that maybe the same thing happened to another poor soul and there still is hope for love in this ultra connected world we are slowly being pushed into.


The above series of examples where attempts at showing you how the internet is changing how we interact with people, some for the better and others for the worst. The ability to reflect to the things you say and or do does help develop a deeper understanding of the patterns hidden within people, with a repeated facebook status update I learned that every Tuesday night was your tv night and this may not be the best time to call you. Yet I beg to ask, are we the patterns we reflect or are we the reflection of the patterns inside the machines, do we create patterns in machines or are the machines themselves creating patterns in us. This and many more questions were floating about in my mind after viewing Micheal wesh’s presentation. A presentation I would have not been able to view without the aid of the machine, without following the random walk exploration of knowledge I do on a daily basis seeking and absorbing the cyber culture that talk would have never been seen by me. Searching and seeking is how I spend every day, exploring the depths of the internet cyber culture partly due to my own research state of mind and partly simply just an act of playing my out my own cyber citizenship.


I find all of this interesting regardless of knowing that behind the cold glow of my computer monitor lies the anonymous eyes of the world, watching and reading without the need to be known. All of us are connected as we find ourselves doing, watching, and reading what we all deem important and entertaining. We are all contributing under aliases and in the shadows, like a colony building and working for ourselves, only our actions also helps feed the collective hive that the internet is now becoming. We do all of this interacting for what? Nothing ever changes even with all the collective outcry of disapproval we have over this and or that. Yet something more important happened to emerge from us staring into the information box we call a computer. With every video I watched and with every paper I read something deep inside me got stirred up, I was pushed to feel an anger, a joy, a laughter, and even a disgust for the things that you showed me. In the end the internet and the collective thoughts reminded me that I still hate your views, that I still love talking to you, that no matter how different we are, we are not getting any closer to social justice. The machine while absorbing me and all of us into its collective feeding of information has caused me/us to express all of our human expressions including those I would not normally express in an actual social environment. The point is the machines needed us to upload our rich human emotions to build an internet worth logging into. The global dehumanization is not being lost but rather it is being uploaded willingly and unknowingly, like a vampire the machines our stripping more and more of our thoughts as we blog twit it all away. Yet In the process of my involuntarily uploading of my thoughts to communicate with you through the internet I have also uploaded the virus that are my thoughts about you internet. So I wrote this in hopes of one day getting a reply to this blog post not via email but through a hand written letter. A letter that reminds me that behind the screen where you found this truly are minds worth talking to, minds that are something like me, you know: “A human mind”

Now while I also lay right behind the cloak of the internet veil I have not hid my intentions from you. It is true that I believe technology slowly is leading to more and more dehumanization of human interactions. Yet I also believe that on the flip side it has taken this extreme contrast of the cold inorganic logic view of the world to really cherish the warmth full of experiences that life has to offer. Sometimes it takes the lights going out and us bathing in darkness for us to understand what we once or could have had, our humanity. So when the machine evolution begins to push the boundaries of human interactivity into nonhuman realms I want you to remember those few interactions we shared out in the real world were valuable to me. No amount of virtual recreation will match the unseen radiance the comes from seeing the one you love smile or laugh in person, and while we may forced to share that smile through web cams avatars and soon virtual reality, there will always be a need for human to human connection. So next time we meet out in the world don’t forget that we are humans and these cold digital words you just finished reading were written by the hands of a warm blooded human.

How the Machine Turned me into a Human








Technology is a strange beast that serves to bring us closer together while it also causes us to drift apart. With a single click my parents are on the screen countries apart and with the same click I can send my letter of resignation to my boss bypassing the awkwardness of telling him how I can’t stand the way he rejected my ideas. On that same day that you quit your job you instantly text msg your girlfriend and tell her about that long gateway trip to the beach you both wanted to take but couldn’t due to work, and how this can now be planned. Then after the long and relaxing trip you return home only to find messages from a strange fellow wondering why she missed there dinner date, and with a single click of the mouse you are now single again. Lonely and now depressed you scour the virtual ads hoping and wishing that maybe the same thing happened to another poor soul and there still is hope for love in this ultra connected world we are slowly being pushed into.


The above series of examples where attempts at showing you how the internet is changing how we interact with people, some for the better and others for the worst. The ability to reflect to the things you say and or do does help develop a deeper understanding of the patterns hidden within people, with a repeated facebook status update I learned that every Tuesday night was your tv night and this may not be the best time to call you. Yet I beg to ask, are we the patterns we reflect or are we the reflection of the patterns inside the machines, do we create patterns in machines or are the machines themselves creating patterns in us. This and many more questions were floating about in my mind after viewing Micheal wesh’s presentation. A presentation I would have not been able to view without the aid of the machine, without following the random walk exploration of knowledge I do on a daily basis seeking and absorbing the cyber culture that talk would have never been seen by me. Searching and seeking is how I spend every day, exploring the depths of the internet cyber culture partly due to my own research state of mind and partly simply just an act of playing my out my own cyber citizenship.


I find all of this interesting regardless of knowing that behind the cold glow of my computer monitor lies the anonymous eyes of the world, watching and reading without the need to be known. All of us are connected as we find ourselves doing, watching, and reading what we all deem important and entertaining. We are all contributing under aliases and in the shadows, like a colony building and working for ourselves, only our actions also helps feed the collective hive that the internet is now becoming. We do all of this interacting for what? Nothing ever changes even with all the collective outcry of disapproval we have over this and or that. Yet something more important happened to emerge from us staring into the information box we call a computer. With every video I watched and with every paper I read something deep inside me got stirred up, I was pushed to feel an anger, a joy, a laughter, and even a disgust for the things that you showed me. In the end the internet and the collective thoughts reminded me that I still hate your views, that I still love talking to you, that no matter how different we are, we are not getting any closer to social justice. The machine while absorbing me and all of us into its collective feeding of information has caused me/us to express all of our human expressions including those I would not normally express in an actual social environment. The point is the machines needed us to upload our rich human emotions to build an internet worth logging into. The global dehumanization is not being lost but rather it is being uploaded willingly and unknowingly, like a vampire the machines our stripping more and more of our thoughts as we blog twit it all away. Yet In the process of my involuntarily uploading of my thoughts to communicate with you through the internet I have also uploaded the virus that are my thoughts about you internet. So I wrote this in hopes of one day getting a reply to this blog post not via email but through a hand written letter. A letter that reminds me that behind the screen where you found this truly are minds worth talking to, minds that are something like me, you know: “A human mind”

Now while I also lay right behind the cloak of the internet veil I have not hid my intentions from you. It is true that I believe technology slowly is leading to more and more dehumanization of human interactions. Yet I also believe that on the flip side it has taken this extreme contrast of the cold inorganic logic view of the world to really cherish the warmth full of experiences that life has to offer. Sometimes it takes the lights going out and us bathing in darkness for us to understand what we once or could have had, our humanity. So when the machine evolution begins to push the boundaries of human interactivity into nonhuman realms I want you to remember those few interactions we shared out in the real world were valuable to me. No amount of virtual recreation will match the unseen radiance the comes from seeing the one you love smile or laugh in person, and while we may forced to share that smile through web cams avatars and soon virtual reality, there will always be a need for human to human connection. So next time we meet out in the world don’t forget that we are humans and these cold digital words you just finished reading were written by the hands of a warm blooded human.

My Riddles

Dear Antz Particleion Is Hacking your Universe (live)

I will give your universe/Mind back to you if you answer my riddles.

Call your answers in!

(305) 735-9490

A) Is your universe real?

B) Are you real?

C) Who currently has {source}?

D) What is {Root}?

When you got the answer email it to

Key.universe@gmail.com

and I will give you back your universe assuming your right ;-)

Rules subject to change but will be posted.

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! It will be Billions of years till I let you just have it... Till then I urge you try to get your key back.