Posts Tagged ‘random’

communication disparity in technology?

Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

With the ever-increasing amount of technology in our lives, the gap between the people embracing new technology and the people who would rather keep what they know seems to be getting bigger and bigger. The younger generation has started embracing things like Facebook, MySpace, text messaging, and Twitter, while (generally speaking) the older generation is still sort of getting comfortable with their cell phones.

Anyone who has ever watched 13 year olds use their phones to text their friends, it becomes pretty clear that they are entirely comfortable with their phone, and it’s almost an extension of their arm. It seems as though they use text messaging as a form of communication, just like all others. I know that as a Computer Science major, I’m just as, if not more so, comfortable communicating via a text based medium than I am via voice (face to face conversation, or a phone conversation), unless it’s someone I know really, really well. However, if I send my dad a text message, he would rather call me back than respond via the same medium.

That said, if I send a text message to my younger sister, she not only responds very rapidly, she also texts in a very similar tone to the way she speaks. Arguably my younger sister (and others her age, clearly) are using the technology in a much more fluid way. It seems as though the younger generations use means of communication all mostly equally, in that they’re perfectly willing to text instead of talk on the phone, or read people’s Twitter feeds instead of calling and asking what’s going on in someone’s life.

This is in stark contrast to older generations, where it seems as though even those who are comfortable with using technology as a means of communication, are still a little bit uncomfortable. For instance, it’s fairly common to see email from a parent, or older friend/co-worker that address three or four different topics, each in their own separate paragraph. This is standard “writing procedure”, but it makes replying less fluid, less conversational.

It seems that the core issues here are two-fold. First, it seems like there is an inherent discomfort around technology in older generations. Not that older generations are afraid, or not willing to try, or even that they don’t understand proper usage or “netiquette”. It seems to be that older generations write email or text messages in a formal, forced way. Perhaps it’s that email and text-based forms of communication in general were introduced as a professional communication tool first, and become more personal second. Perhaps it’s just that older generations are forcing themselves to use something that they feel mildly uncomfortable with, even though they know they shouldn’t.

Second, and this may be the more predominant reason that conversations via technology feel stilted, it may be that technology is just missing something crucial to the fluidity of voice conversation. Clearly technology has made great strides in the past 10 or 15 years, but it may be that we haven’t yet perfected the requisite concept to imitate natural conversation. It may be that younger generations (and Computer Science-type people) force their way past the fundamental flaw in the means of communication, when there could very well be ways to better optimize the communication experience to make the entire interaction more fulfilling and fluid.

Now, obviously this is mostly conjecture, and it would take knowledge about psychology, and studies, and all sorts of other things to figure out what the root cause of the disparity between acceptance of new communications media is. I’m more inclined to think that the technology itself is missing something crucial, and that there’s a better way to communicate that has yet to be discovered. I like to think that technology can and should be used to it’s fullest potential, and that this means making it as accessible to everyone as possible.

what do you love, what drives you?

Sunday, October 11th, 2009

I’ve had two separate people ask me (and a room full of other people) a pretty simple, straightforward question: “What are you passionate about?” The first was @thingles , and the second was Andrew Sims, from @DOOMTREE .

The questions itself is pretty simple. Everyone has a passion, right? Everyone has at least something that they care about. But it raises a good point, and as @thingles said (paraphrased), “it throws people off guard when you ask them that”.It got me thinking, what am I passionate about?

I know things that make me act passionately, things like social justice issues, gay marriage, religion, technological ethics, and I’m sure some other list of thigns that I’m not aware of. So, I act passionately about things, but is that really what passion is?

For instance, things like abortion rights, if I get started, I can come across to others as very passionate. While I think abortion rights are very important, I don’t do anything about it, except vote. While I think the environment is very, very important, I’m not a member of Greenpeace (or other organizations working to further environmentalism). So how do we define passion? Is it a belief? Is it acting on a belief?

If passion is acting on a belief, does having a belief but not acting on it make someone ambivalent, or lazy? And if just having a belief is passion, am I incredibly passionate about everything in my life?

At this point, the definition of passion is just semantics, and there’s an argument to be made that passion (as a belief) doesn’t unless you act on it, just as there’s an argument to be made that nothing matters unless it’s affecting something, and that a system of beliefs without action is useless, let alone passion. But I don’t want to go there.

So, the question remains unanswered, what am I passionate about? I’m a Computer Science and Spanish double major, is that my passion? No, probably not. I’ve known forever that I wanted to study computers, but that’s just becaue they make sense to me.

Does passion mean what “clicks” with you? Is passion manifested in music? Or is passion manifested in one’s significant other? How can passion be related to another human? Doesn’t that mean we’d be entirely dependent on the other?

I’m inclined to think passion is “what truly matters” to someone, something that someone would really, absolutely, have a difficult time living without. If that’s the case, passion becomes much more personal. I would say, if that’s the case, I’m not passionate about all the things listed above.

“What are you passionate about?” My answer, @thingles and @DOOMTREE , is that I’m passionate about humans, and I’m passionate about life. I’m passioante about the creation that comes out of being human, and I’m passionate about the interactions and lack thereof that every person goes through. I’m passionate about being, and about doing, and about being able to continue to be and do.

this thing still exists?

Sunday, June 7th, 2009

Apparently so. Past few weeks have been busy, what with spending time in the $cities (you’ll know what I mean by ‘the cities’, if you don’t, I’m not telling you) and going to a conference at Stanford University.

Time spent seeing my lady-friend was awesome, and makes the whole distance thing that much harder.

California was also awesome, good to see those people again, topics were informative, weather was nice and sushi was cheap. All around a good time.

I don’t really have a topic, I just realized I haven’t written in forever. Hopefully I’ll be able to come up with something soon.

TTFN

what is stability?

Thursday, April 23rd, 2009

Why is it that nice weather seems to make everything better? I’m more clear-headed, less worrisome, less filled with anxiety. The sun makes me want to run around and frolic (yes, I said frolic) instead of sitting at home and feeling… lonely? Feeling something that I don’t like, it’s not really lonely, but sort of it is.

Shouldn’t I be more stable overall? Shouldn’t I have control over my inner-me? Isn’t that what stable people do?

Inspired (sort of) by Martin

I stand here illuminated,

as though the sun has burned

all the pressure away.

It’s rays touching all,

leaving nothing dark

the path is clear, concise

I get to choose

how much work should be put in if the end isn’t worth it?

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

the title is a lot more depressing then I meant it to be. I didn’t get the UROP money (Undergraduate Research Opportunity Program) that I’d applied for, but there’s another round for spring only projects (which is what mine was anyway, due to being abroad in the fall).

My title raises a… well, some sort of point. Many would argue that if you know the end result, and it’s not what you want it to be, why put in the effort? On the other hand, you can’t know the end result, because it depends on the effort. Sometimes, despite the effort you put in, things still don’t go the way you want them to. Does this mean your effort has been for nothing?

I’m being too introspective, for no real resason. I’m kinda bummed about not getting UROP, but there’s another opportunity, and I think Summer of Code (if I get it) will help in this regard.

Monday, March 30th, 2009

This is… I don’t really know, lines I started writing down in Spanish class today. It kind of fits together, but I also kind of feel like it should be split into two. I don’t know, I was musing about how, at least for me, everything in my life seems to be either on or off, very binary in nature. This is what came of that musing. Enjoy, or don’t. Feedback would be nice, but not expected.

I find myself writing less

when my worry is replaced with stress

This extreme pattern takes my life

along as it throws itself from a cliff

Is intensity the way it will be?

with no grey area, no in between

either up or down, 1 or 0

this binary setting is or isn’t

wind blows the prairie grass

Sunday, February 22nd, 2009

I wonder if I’m too withdrawn. People go through life feeling, and reacting to feelings, and that’s not how I look at the world. I go through life trying not to feel, because I can’t control a feeling. Maybe I’m self centered, maybe I need to be in control. Not control over everyone, just… my life. I want to control me. Feelings are the wind. No one controls the wind, sometimes it hits you hard, and you fall over. Sometimes it’s blowing softly, and you know it’s there, but it’s not a detriment. Sometimes there’s no wind at all, and everything is calm. Without wind, there is no external influence (ignoring gravity, etc.), and everything is at it’s base state. Occasionally the wind will happen in short, strong bursts. These bursts affect the surroundings enough to modify their base state, and when the wind leaves, the plants etc. have all been changed.

Wind can be a very good thing, it can provide energy, and push a sail boat towards it’s goal of landing safely, so as to continue a journey. Wind is also the root cause of sand storms, enormous waves that tip sail boats over (not only wind, but you’re screwing up the metaphor), and can lead to huge forest fires.

Farmers used to guard against wind, by putting up barriers (generally rows of big trees along the edges of a field) that wouldn’t be affected by the wind, so as to protect the things behind the barriers. I want tree barriers. I want to be protected from the windfeelings, and I don’t want my base state modified. Or, if my base state (natural growth pattern, if we’re following the metaphor) is modified, I want to be the one modifying it (I’m not getting into whether or not the modification is part of the natural growth pattern, or if it’s actually a modification).

There needs to be some sort of happy medium. Complete withdrawal isn’t happy either, because no one wants to be alone. However, full on windfeelings is overbearing, and causes uncontrolled burns.

It’s been a while

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

It’s been quite a while since I did this, and I don’t really know why. I think it’s because I can’t ever figure out what to write about, and I’m sure noone is reading this anyway. Whatever.

I was thinking earlier today about why people blog, and what the point of it is. On the surface, it seems to be purely just a way for people to spit their opinions on the world, with little to no thought as to what their saying. Or, even if they do think about what their saying, it’s still rather… well, it seems sort of ego-centric.

The term originated from the word ‘web-log’. I guess that sort of means like an online journal. An online journal that everyone can see, and everyone gets to read, and comment on, and fawn over your infinite wisdom. I can live with that.

Or, I can live with that if they fawn over me. I don’t ever do anything interesting in my life, so there’s no real reason for people to fawn.

This post has gone on for far too long, and I haven’t said anything of substance. Check back next time for more lack of substance!

-JTS