Sunday, January 27, 2013

Robot Addendum

Also, when I think robot, I think silver awkward slow-moving well-meaning clangy clingy robot; hello, child of the 70s, I see crappy sci-fi television images of suits I don't want polyestering me.

I guess what those who love the idea of loving robots are doing is using robots that look like humans, which I find even creepier since in that case, they would smell like band aids and have peach fuzz--all over their bodies.

I bet a Madonna robot styled circa: Dress You Up (In My Love) would really sell, at least to gay men. For parties. With karaoke.

Does Being With a Robot Make You Feel Better?

It just gets scarier.

So, I've been reading Shelly Turkle's Alone Together: Why We Expect More From Technology and Less From Each Other, which maps the progression we're currently undergoing from, say, real life to the online personas that tend to freak me out, being a constriction and dampening down of reality in my view. And I am a big proponent of reality, even if it displeases,

Turkle shares my reservations about prioritizing distance and technology over, say, getting together with friends in physical space--I just did that again today, what a relic!--and in particular, she was not so thrilled with David Levy's Love and Sex With Robots, the premise being...well, you can probably gather it from that title. The stated premise, as quoted from this how (please?) not to guide:

"Love with robots will be as normal as love with other humans."

The sad thing is how many people she talks to who seem not only unhorrified by this thesis, but actually enthused about converting to such a planet. I mean, people are, like, so annoying, the way you have to, like, talk to them and actually respect, like, differences that even though I'm also a people, I'm ready for something with labor-saving attachments. For a loose paraphrase.

I've had a few friends talk to me about the game known as Second Life, also discussed in this book, as if it were, you know, real, at which point I said something to the effect of, "You're mad about someone you've never met but are married to on the internets cheating on you with another avatar and are actually admitting this out loud?" thus closing the conversation.

I know. That sounds judgmental. Because it is. And I feel fine about being a bit judgy on this topic, especially after reading whole passages about one avatar husband--well, he's an avatar who's also married to one, on the internet--but he's also married in real life--who went so far as to say the latter is what has kept his real-life family together, seeing as how Second Life is where he feels more at home, with "Jade," who may or may not even be a woman and who he will never meet and doesn't want to, except for through the screen, the screeeeeeeeeen.

Wow, that sounds just like this internet dating people in NYC seem to swear by, with the notable exception (thank you lord) of men from Brooklyn (from Brooklyn).

Now I know what I've been doing wrong all this time?

Saturday, January 26, 2013

I'm Goin' Back to 2003, to 2003, to 2003...

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Old School/Back in Nola


Back from the fire
I sit and slip
into idle imagination
losing any concentration
to my pursuit
of your ambivalent perfection.

Tuesday, January 01, 2013

Things Many People Have, Enjoy, Use That I Do Not

Phones said to be smart


Flat screen television

Christmas spirit

Video chat


Any trait described as adorkable


Tablets, neither stone nor digital

Relationship status updates

Fake eyelashes

Golf umbrellas

Friends whose advice I ignore

Hen-cow get-ups

A desire to be famous, or on television

Devices that blast loud music or shows on public transportation

A xylophone
(And I'm a little sad about that one)

A belief that I better settle down soon, or else

Ipod cases

(I still think you mean appetizers and am then disappointed)

An urge to flaunt my insides on the internets, i.e., my uterus
Maybe I'll show you my guts, though. Or use them to construct a xylophone, whichever.

Zip code stasis

Shock over the real impacts of both infrastructure failure and global warming

A sense of entitlement regarding my belief that I should never have to experience the latter real impacts, they're for those other people

Non-freakishly sensitive skin, heart