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january 20, 1996: a clean desk is the mark of a cluttered mind
last night i slept in a real bed. alone, even! but instead of savoring the
five nights sleep i am behind, i woke up bright and early at 8, bought
kristin some beer, diet seven-up and crackers, and hit the apartment search
hard. ... well, for a little while, at least. it's so easy to get
distracted in such a great city, especially if you happen to be me.
most of all i have been distracted today by a very intrusive obsession with
this idea called by some as "content on the web." most people who have read
anything i have written up here have heard me sob and groan about the
banality of most internet content and the lack of quality-of-writing
standards on the ideas presented there. yet, at the same time, i have been
fascinated by the way that this medium allows process in itself to create
content. it seems to me that i am really moving back to san francsico to
devote myself to -- perhaps in a somewhat pretentious manner -- making sure
that the web remains "intelligent" and creative.... and somehow, i have at
least partially decided that i have the ability to participate in that
judgment.
at the same time that i am dedicating myself to the notion of content on the
internet, i myself fear that my mind is growing weak due to all of the time
i spend surfing the web versus reading books and articles and srutinizing
theory. although i have not given up on books and the print medium and have
no intention of doing so, i cannot help but wonder whether, because i am
on-line so much, i am faced less often with challenging ideas, am forced
less often to question my identity, am presented less often with difficult
hypothetical dilemmas, and, am ultimately, less often "thinking." and, if
that is the case, then is that condition incurable? is there any way to
ensure a steady diet of thought-inspiring content through this medium? and,
if it is possible, do those who direct and consume this medium want to
think?
i must say, i am in love with the internet and all it offers as a means of
communication. so i am not about to sacrifice this love for the perhaps
irrational fear i harbor over a thinking mind gone soft.
in the past, this fear rarely arose. when i was still in school and then
practicing law as a judicial law clerk, even though i despised my work
environment, every day i was forced to think out difficult logical
questions. basically, i engaged in a process of defining the question to
be answered, discerning where the answer could be found, answering the
question, than communicating the answer in coherent form. when the
questions involved issues i found interesting -- which occurred primarily in
law school rather than beyond -- i found myself incredibly taken with my
work, and do believe that my "thinking quality" benefitted as well.
nowadays, i am not as sure.
and, if i am not sure that i am expanding my mind through spending so much
time in this current medium, why then do i carry so much respect for people
who are good at computer related-fields as opposed to the liberal arts? and,
even more crucially, why do i consider myself in the latter rather than
formal category, just because it is my strengths in the liberal arts rather
than in technology that have earned my paychecks over the majority of the
last five years?
for example, the other day, a twenty-year old talked down to me about
macintosh computers, and at first i felt mad at myself for being in a
position where a twenty-year old could talk down to me. it wasn't until i
returned home that i realized that my true anger was not directed at myself,
but rather, it was directed at that twenty-year old, who, while perhaps (but
not certainly) possessed superior knowledge on macs, truly lacked standing
to assume that he possessed superior knowledge on macs.
my first computer was an apple 2e -- obtained by my parents in around 1984,
when this twenty-year old was about 8 years old, and, i can reasonably
imagine, could barely read. the first mac i worked on was a 512K -- version
1.0. over the eleven years i have been a mac-user, i have owned, and used
daily, a mac plus, mac se/30, powerbook 170, and powerbook 540c. i have
planned, budgeted, and scheduled a stanford new-student orientation on macs;
planned, created, and statistically analyzed several psychological
experiments on macs; and i have organized, databased, and print-merged at
least 15 job hunts on macs. in my current position, i have maintained a
macintosh internet server running macHTTP and ftpd, set up and maintained a
macintosh localtalk network that has included a sophisticated cisco router,
a several scsi devices, such as a scanner and external cd-roms, a
laserwriter, and a 56K leased line to the internet. although i don't always
know how to solve a problem when i approach it, my 12-year mac experience
helps me find the answer, which i almost always do, eventually.
nonetheless, instead of remembering my experience, i felt bad that i could
be talked down to.
therefore, what truly bothers me is my lack of faith in myself, the level
with which i am too easily impressed, perhaps wrongly, with people whom i
perceive as having greater knowledge about computers, and that i
somehow give off the image -- perhaps partly because i am female, and
perhaps partly because i don't seem to present myself as some sort of
intellectual giant -- that i am not technical. and it further pisses me off
that i had to run through this laundry-list of experience to prove to myself
-- and, i am sure not at convinced, to others -- that i know anything about
anything technical whatsoever. (we can leave the issue of
whether mac-knowledge is technical knowledge for another day.)
yet, hypocritically, i maintain this point of view while at the same time
engaging in a form of idolization for those people who have the creative
vision to imagine a new way to present images and ideas through so-called
new media, and i relish the manner in which the tools they design allow
content to be created through the process they have dreamed up.
and, to add a second layer of hypocricy to my illogical cult-like thought
process, i do not let this idolization end when, after they have created the
tools, the tool-inventors fail to implement their tools in a manner that is
as thoughtful, insightful and creative as what would seem possible given the
imagination and vision that they possessed in order to invent the tools in
the first place.
can i blame this ball-dropping on capitalism, greed, laziness, or, perhaps,
undue idolotry on my part?
what i should do is stop worrying about whether people perceive me as
technical or not, and i should not assume that i could not do what they are
doing if i really wanted to, which, when push comes to shove, i do not want
to do. and i should stop respecting people who do not respect me, and who
do not respect what i respect most ... which is using their new processes to
create intelligent and creative content.
from now on, i am going to remind myself at least fours times a day what it
is i respect in humans -- creativity, humor, flexibility, musical taste,
imagination, commitment, logic, common sense, principle, and, -- most of all
-- vision. these qualities can be found among many of the people who are
lucky enough to be currently dubbed the "technologically elite." however,
it is not contained to that group. and to be truly visionary, it seems to
me, one has to be able to have a history to look back upon, as well as a
future to imagine.
finally, in my quest to achieve some sort of closure and peace of mind, i
must also remind myself that i would rather be poor and honest and do what i
believe in, which includes worrying about whether my mind is turning to
mush, and seeking out standards of quality of content, than be rich and
believed in and respected in a way that i never even suspect is
undeserved.
there is so much karma in the air that i want to bottle it and use it as
shampoo. in light of certain recent events, i am starting to believe that
there are no coincidences; that some schwa somewhere is scripting these
events so it can look back and laugh at how fabulously goofy i must look
that i am actually surprised when the same events and people keep
re-appearing in my life. it is almost as though some force is just dragging
and dropping me somewhere; and i might as well give in, and let it. i hope
so. i have rarely been so jaw-droppingly and eye-poppingly impressed with
what i see around me.
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Copyright 1996 Rebecca Eisenberg mars@bossanova.com