Moving

In an attempt to be able to post more static information, I am moving this space to the following address (hopefully I will enjoy it as much as I love being on blogger - if only blogger offered me the space and options I need, I would stay):

www.digitalconversations.wordpress.com

A Difference in Meaning

So, I am reading this book, which is interesting so far. But in making the claim that machines will surpass humans in terms of 'intelligence', I ask the following question:

Although computers may be able to store and compute more information than human capacity, is it really memory and knowledge?

In the last book I read, a big part of the text dealt with the difference between information and data. Information, to be useful, must bear meaning, otherwise it is simply data. If Kurzweil is making the claim that machines will surpass human intelligence, is he implying that machines will be able to create meaning out of their stored and computed data? Is there not something unique in the human experience that alters all meaning depending on the receptor? Or is intelligence simply the cumulated sum of information?

The Spirit of Inquiry

A great looking conference coming up next week, May 14-16 at Concordia University. I am registered and waiting! The Spirit of Inquiry: Developing Critical Thinking, Creativity and Community is part of the Teaching, Learning and Technology Conference Series. For anyone who plans on making teaching a part of their academic career, and hope to implement the use of technology, this is a good event to attend.

Check Marks & Being

I submitted my chapter/essay over the weekend (and had the obligatory editing exchange) and at this time, I believe it is safely tucked away, earning another check mark on my list of things to do. The last thing on my list is the groundwork for our AoIR paper on community building through course websites (with Shanly Dixon). Completely out of my scope of research but not experience, it will be interesting mining for information without my usual feelers on.

It is sunny, with a warm breeze. Nice enough to sit outside and read a book. After contemplating my bookshelf to pick a book off of the "to read" shelf, I picked The Age of Spiritual Machines by Ray Kurzweil. Interestingly, another science oriented book (the 2nd in a row; strange for my reading habits..), it was written in 1999, so it is interesting to read statements that address the first 2 decades of this century; whether they have proven false, developed in the direction the author anticipated etc etc.

I chose this book because of my resistance against believing in the cyborg ideal. Although I believe that humans have become inextricably linked with technology in many ways (from pace makers to blackberrys) and in this way, cyborg may be an appropriate term to use as individual become increasingly digital/technical etc. I am still resistant to the idea that machines will surpass humans as intelligent beings. This is not to say that a machine will not (and has not) surpassed the computing capacity of the human brain, but rather, I am resistant towards the idea that a machine will write a better fictional novel, create its own art movement (outside of humans using the machines to create such artefacts).

As the early pages of the book suggests, the answer to this question really lies in the bigger (philosophical) question of the meaning of being. What it means to be human... a question that we have been struggling with for what seems like an eternity. Looking forward to seeing how Kurzweil works it into his overall argument.

Loose Ends & Moving On

As I finish up this chapter (today) I am faced with the fact that this is my last 'academic' project until I get news about my PhD. Perhaps that is a little dramatic since I do have a paper for AoIR to research and co-write and that research methods project my colleague and I keep talking about doing, but I really feel like once this is submitted, I will have an empty road for the next few months. I am sure that my children will be happy to hear it though. And my parents too, since I have often been "too busy" to chat when they would call to check in.

Finishing my MA was a great milestone to hit, but now I am faced with tying up loose ends. Some of those ends are professional (I loved saying hello to all of my old professors when I was on campus; chatting with the secretaries in the department..) and, I fear, some of them are personal. Over the last 2 years friends and classmates have splintered in different directions as everyone moves on to pursue their studies somewhere else. Some have already left and some are leaving soon, but contact in both cases have been dwindling, and eventually, I will just have to let them go - some will be harder than others, but at this point, all I can do is move on and hope our paths cross again sometime in the future.

Maybe in letting go, I will be able to move forward.

Severe Procrastination

After spending a bit more time on Facebook, I was introduced to this site . A fun, weird and sometimes creepy site where you upload a picture and then they do some face recognition scan and then match you to some celebrities. The images on top was my first try - dismayed at having more male celebrities on my look-alike list, I had to try again, with a smiley picture.

The results were a bit better (below), I remain a bit sceptical - but I cannot say it was not entertaining.

The Trouble with Origin Stories

As I am trying to write this chapter on the history of online rp games, I realize that the main obstacle that is preventing my from being wholly productive is the question of origin. Each time I write something and move on, I realize that there is some more 'back story' that contextualizes the first statement. Without covering the entire history of technology, I know I must draw a line and acknowledge the line, and move on. But for some reason, it is alot harder than it would appear. I am struggling with definitions as well - online games seemed quite explicit to me in the beginning. But as I research the history, what has often been attributed to "online" I would actually define as "networked" since there is a very explicit line between closed university networks that these games were created in (almost simultaneously and quite oblivious to each other) and the shift in game design and audienc once the internet faciliated connectivity. How far back I go and within what definitions has been paralyzing me in a seemingly simple task of defining the linear history of gameplay, design and aesthetic...

On this note, I guess I should get back to work..

Procrastinating Thoughts

As I head into my last day of writing (this chapter WILL get done!), my mind has been elsewhere again (to no one's surprise I am sure). In an effort to 'clear the slate', I figure I will rant a bit more before taking out the network card on my laptop and actually work without distraction (if only my house didn't need cleaning!!)

Facebook has been somewhat of an obsessive compulsive habit over the last few days. I am still in a tug of war, love-hate relationship with it, and haven't quite figured out what to do with it. First of all, I am going crazy thinking about myself in the third person. At the top of my profile page, it says "Kelly is ..." and you fill in the blank as often as you would like - letting others who spend their day sporadically checking the site what you are up to. It has gotten to the point that the other night, while trying to falling asleep, all I could think of was bits and blurbs of "kelly is wishing she could fall asleep" and "kelly is tired of tossing and turning". This went on for some time, seemingly out of my control, when at one point, I caught myself thinking "kelly is tired of thinking about herself in the third person"...

That is only the tip of the iceberg. I have been in constant contemplation about what Facebook is to me specifically. At first I think it was curiosity. A decent sociall experiment to think about - immersing myself in the process. But over the last two weeks I have been questioning whether I even want to participate in it anymore, and have been thinking about "Death of a Facebook Profile" post...

At first, I enjoyed building my friends list, which consisted mostly of colleagues and immediate friends. But the more time I am a member, I have been reunited with friends from the past. Some of the good reunions, others I hate to admit, I barely remember having much interaction with. (I was contacted by one friend through another - it took me a few days to place the name and how I knew her... then it hit me. In grade 1 & 2 [YES! grades 1&2!!!] I remember vaguely being friends with her, but what I remember the most was being incredibly jealous of her great 1970's spiral pigtails!). She added me as a friend, and voila - a wordless reunion. But I haven't spoken to her really, nor her with me. So then I started thinking about being invited to be one's friend ... what is the etiquette on rejecting a friend request from someone you actually knew at one point or another in your life? Is the point of Facebook really just collecting friends like Pogs or bottle caps??

The other thing I find incredibly awkward, and this may sound quite pretentious, and for that I apologize, but I am struggling with the mix of "groups" on my friends list. Like a high school party where half the people dont know the other half and no one mingles, I feel like my current friends list is becoming distinctly divided, serving different purposes for each group. And to be quite honest, I don't know if I like this co-mingling of social groups. Facebook has been great in that I very recently have been reunited with some extended family members that I have lost touch with (and used to enjoy being with). But in light of some of their presence on my page (not just my family mind you), I feel that other things in my life now seem ... well, a bit snobby for the lack of a better word. Complaining about my writing, talking about the condo we bought, and a bunch of other things that are acceptably mundane topics with my immediate circle of friends and colleagues - suddenly I feel like I am bragging, or something I cannot quite put my finger on.

But the fact remains, I am addicted to it only because it is in a constant state of change. People update their profiles and interact with each other and when I am looking for something to do (other than the work I SHOULD be doing), it is yet another distraction...and not necessarily a good one ... I mean really - what do you do when the reunion is over? Most people just go home and wait another 15 years!