Monthly Archives: April 2004

karaoke and constant sorrow

ROFL. Last night, a gang of us went karaoke singing. We didn’t stop singing after we left the room and by the time we hit Shibuya we had moved on to “Oh Brother Where Art Thou” songs. I’m just now going through a few blogs in my RSS and i almost died when i saw that Cory posted an electronic version of Constant Sorrow. (Caterina and John did a fantastic (drunken) rendition of this song in front of Hachiko.)

opting out of Plaxo…

I would love to opt out of Plaxo, but i can’t. People send me Plaxo requests to *so* many email addresses. And i have zero desire to go through and do each one. Unlike Joi, my complaint is not about the amount of work i’m asked to do. Hell, every few months, i send a spam to my friends saying that i lost/broke some technology and need numbers again. (I actually have most people’s numbers, but this way i get updates, birthdays and catch people who don’t send me info in previous times.)

My complaint with Plaxo is multi-faceted. One branch of it comes down to a complete lack of trust. It’s not that i don’t think that the organization isn’t trying to be privacy-centric. It’s that i think that any mass collection of information is inherently vulnerable. Shall we talk subpoenas?

But, frankly, the main branch of my complaint comes down to the lack of intimacy. Almost everyone who has ever sent me a Plaxo request is someone that i barely know. They have my email address and they want everything else. Channeling a friend, i can’t help but scream in a British accent with an obscene gesture, “well, fuck off.” If i don’t recognize someone’s name, why should i give them stalker material? There are different emails for different purposes. For example, the word melopy is an anagram for employ. That’s the address for recruiters. If you only have that address, you have no right to more information.

Finally, there’s a respect issue. I *hate* mass emails, ad-hoc mailing lists (even when i guiltily create one once a year). Turn that behavior over to a company and i hate it ten times more. There’s nothing personal. And i have too much email as it is. I find it lacking all respect. I find it to be disrespectful of my time, my privacy, my attention and me as a person. Anyone who sends me a Plaxo request falls deep into my pit of disrespect because they’re not being considerate of me.

Of course, i’ve come up with my own solution for this. When i get a Plaxo request, i always go and update my information. I remove as much as possible. And i change my address to a personalized address that goes directly to /dev/null. If the person is particularly unfamiliar (i.e. the melopy people), i will give them something fun like webmaster@plaxo.com. This has dramatically reduced the number of Plaxo messages.

demanding normative digital behavior

On Craigslist, an angry seller declares his dos and don’ts. The post was marked best-of. This is a fascinating little piece to analyze. It’s an attempt to demand normative digital behavior.

– The writer is trying to demarcate his audience in a digital environment. What he is selling is meant for those in his region, but he cannot be sure that only those in his region get access to it, like he would if he posted it in a store. He’s upset because the broader readership wants him to expand his distance of distribution simply because they can read it.

– The writer assumes that there are commonly shared norms about the buying/selling process. He can only imagine that the reason people don’t get his norms is because they are foreign (revealing his xenophobia). This reminds me of road behavior. I have a socially constructed set of rules about how people should behave on the road and everyone else should’ve come to the same conclusions, even though they are not the same as the legal road rules.

– The writer attacks “cryptic messages” like: “i liek it plz can u do $5 lolz k.” He critiques this behavior using an anti-mentally handicapped slur. This is going to be a fascinating generational divide because SMS/IM-speak like this is just going to get more and more common.

– The writer attacks “girls” for using overly formatted emails. Here’s a cultural and generational divide. I’m still amazed at the messages i get from friends in Mexico. Flair, color and bouncing things are in.

– I don’t even know to begin to address “I hope your dick falls off. If you’re female, I hope you grow a big, beautiful black cock and it falls off and gets eaten by wolves before you have a chance to enjoy it.”

The whole thing boils down to “that is NOT HOW WE DO BUSINESS.” I find it utterly fascinating that this guy extends his practices out to everyone with such an irrate tone. Of course, it resonates with enough people to make it a best-of. What business practices are universal? What can we take for granted as we move into a worldwide commerce environment?

bridging diverse groups: meta-mumblings from recent gatherings

In the last two weeks, i’ve attended two different gathering of minds that involved a distributed group of academics of all types, designers, pundits, technology creators, businesspeople, etc. I don’t have time for larger reviews on the discussions, but i wanted to record a few meta-notes for my own memory and for the readers’ entertainment.

Personal. I feel like the intellectual bastard child of loopy parents who never saw eye-to-eye. Maybe they got along before i was born, but i kind of doubt it. I can’t tell if my responsibility is to be the good kid who tries to help them make sense of each other or be the bad child who pits them against one another. In any case, i’m glad to have all of my parents in a room with one another, even when they’re not playing nice.

Backchanneling. I finally realized why selective backchanneling irks me. One thing that i bank on at conferences is that the attendees create a cohesive view of being annoyed with the conference. This happens because no one attends a conference for the content; they attend to talk to people. Thus, people love to find new ways to bitch about how the speakers are boring/irrelevant/valueless, the establishment is being disrespectful to the attendees (i.e. no power/WiFi), the planning is poor, things are running too long, there’s not enough food, etc. You name it, people always find a way to bitch at a gathering. And this serves a super valuable role at these meetings. It creates a point of shared context in which people can get to know one another well.

The thing about the IRC backchannel is that it’s *obvious* that there is a second-place to the conference. Thus, those not participating create another target of dislike in addition to the conference. One can despise the conference as well as the IRC channel. In most events, people don’t hate either the actual organizers of the conference or the participants of the IRC channel (since they’re friends anyhow); they simply despise the organization. With only a fraction of people participating, the IRC channel doesn’t become a communication tool; it becomes a second place. And since people are in both the IRC channel and the conference simultaneously, it means that you can’t just disregard that population – they are weaved too tightly. (You can disregard the conference attendees that just sit in the bar the whole time.)

When i bring this up to people, everyone loves to tell me that anyone could get on the channel so get over it. This *horrifies* me because it rings of “any person of color can get on the Internet so the race divide is their fault.” There are many reasons why people don’t feel comfortable on the IRC channel. It’s not their home domain; they don’t use laptops during conferences or they don’t have the skills to install the backchannel; they don’t execute well with continuous partial attention; speed typing is not comfortable…. You name it. It’s an environment that privileges those comfortable in it already. That said, i was quite impressed with the number of people that i saw engage for the first time at each event. Both non-participant groups said that they weren’t a fan of that behavior, but they were glad to be able to read it and contribute occasionally. Anyhow, i have to chew more on why this bugs me, but it still does. (In connection with Liz and Clay.)

Translation. I realize that there’s a lot of translation when you have diverse groups gather. That translation is not simply terminology, but culture and values. That said, it will never work when one group is required to defend themselves to the other, to prove their worth. I’ve learned that an event will be problematic if any group has to go on the defensive. Yet, at almost all events i’ve been to lately, there has been one marginalized group that felt that they had to prove themselves, that they had to stand up for their worth. This screws with everything.

This makes me realize how crucial the privilege conversation is. We all have situations where we are privileged, either because we’re in the majority or otherwise a part of the normative values. We usually talk about privilege in terms of race, class, gender, sexuality, etc. And we normally fail to ever convince anyone to make sense out of what it means to acknowledge privilege and try to put it down. I realize that this is a task that more people need to take up actively. We may not learn to give up privilege based on the qualities written on our bodies or otherwise part of our life-long identity, but maybe we can learn to give up privilege based on more localized, ephemeral situations. What does it mean to be in a room where there are two groups and you’re part of the dominant group? In this case, the number one responsibility of the dominant group is to do their darndest to open up and listen to the other group. Truly listen. Truly encourage. Not simply challenge to prove themselves, but figure out how to empower that group.

I can visualize what this means in a spiritual level. To use your power to blow air into the disempowered group, to lift them up through encouragement.

One of the weird things about two events that i attended is that i got to watch as the power between two groups swapped. And both group failed to relinquish their privilege to fully listen because they were too overjoyed to be in the dominant group. Lesson learned… even those of us who talk about privilege fail to check our own on a constant basis.

Anyhow, that’s enough meta mumbling for a bit.

notes on Tokyo

I’m avoiding the computer in Tokyo. But i have a few random notes… small things that have made me scratch my head.

Most tall buildings have little red triangles on certain windows. This bugged me until i learned that it was to indicate to firemen which windows were fire exits and ladders should be sent to them.

Most shops demarcate their entrance by a small step. Nothing in Tokyo is wheelchair accessible. Yet, every crossing is marked by bumps in the sidewalk to inform blind people of where to go.

Tampons are still in the back of the store.

If you think that the 80s fashion has returned in the States, you’re wrong. Tokyo kids know how to do retro-chique in a beyond-disturbing-as-all-hell way. I’m cringing even more than i ever cringed in LA.

I laughed when people told me that Tokyo would be expensive. Within 2 hours of landing, i took a $250 taxi. Dear god. And after spending $42 on a cover for a generic club, i will never bitch about a $10 cover ever again.

It is possible to engage in a full conversation where one party speaks one language and the other speaks a different language and neither of you understand the other’s words but information transmission happens. Especially when it involves a shopkeeper and me with the clear intention of purchasing something.

Baraka doesn’t even begin to capture Shibuya crossing. It is such a beautiful dance of chaos.

All of my city navigation skills are broken. The smells are foreign (there’s no urine). There are no straight lines or circles… especially in the roads. Along many streets, there’s a street level for cars, a catwalk for people and another highway above you.

Every train station in Tokyo is modeled after a different station around the world. There was some utterly traumatic about walking out of all day meetings and getting a flashback to Amsterdam because Tokyo Station is a near-replica of Central Station.

Advertising built on kleenexes somehow seems far more practical and valuable than fliers.

I love the phone chatchkas. I love the heated toilets. I love that caffeine drinks come with vitamins. Getting beer out of a vending machine is quite peculiar. Particularly when you can only see cows and the neon of the vending machine.

It’s utterly eerie to see people wearing sars-masks post-sars-crises. Some tell me it’s because people have colds. But my ex says that it just became habit for some people.

I love the transit system. The little holes in your ticket. The way people line up properly in waiting and then cram into each other as hard as possible once boarding the train. I even had some residents tell me how to scam the system and tried it out of curiousity. Sure enough, scamming option is confirmed.

Buying clothes of the “opposite” sex is near impossible. The shopkeepers steer you into the proper gender performance. While (fe)male bodies are far closer to one another in Japan as compared to Europe/America, the gender performance is far more divisive.

What an adventure.

stealth mode: responsiveness will approach zero

There’s this amazing trend that happens. At the beginning of every semester, i come out from hiding, participate in public life, conferences, etc. I meet people. But i’m on a different cycle than other people because as soon as i meet people, finals come around again and stealth mode is on and all of those new ties fade away unless they make sense post-stealth mode.

For those who don’t realize, i made the foolishly naive mistake of thinking that i could balance 6 weeks of travel, 3 hardcore grad classes, TAing, help organize two different intellectual gatherings, etc. Social life does not exist. And much of digital life will be on pause for a bit.

From now until June, please realize that my response rate will be arbitrary at best. In fact, there’s a high probability that i won’t touch most of my email until June. I’m already too far behind to catch up. I am traveling for all of April and will be finals-ing in May (feeling the pain for my stupidity). I will not be attending social events or group gatherings, except for ASSA.

My apologies. I don’t know how to better handle this situation right now.