a wonderful life

My advisor suggested that i take a class on participant observers in the fall and i was thinking about how much i’ve been a participant observer in my life lately and how wonderful wonderfully adventurous and absurd my life has been recently. My advisor is constantly reminding me that life is one big research project out there to be analyzed. There have been so many amazing lessons, so many crazy and wonderful experiences and so much support from those around me. I’m feeling utterly blissful lately and talking to my best friend all afternoon only reminded me of how much life is just a grand adventure that is meant to be watched and explored, gamed and questioned. Of course, she also made me realize that my shrink must think i’m a pathological liar for all of the absurd stories i’ve told him lately.

fake characters & friendster

Once again today, i read about someone’s concern about the fake characters on Friendster. Of course, the creator despises these fake characters. Although i’ve never created them, i find them utterly fascinating. Given my appreciation of Morningstar & Farmer’s paper on why it is necessary to pay attention to what users do not what designers want them to, i’m also fascinated by the uproar over what the users have chosen to do.

People create fake characters to show their allegience to a certain element of culture. When Burning Man existed, people showed that he represented their interests. No one is going to make friends with LSD or Ecstasy if they are anti-drugs, because one’s appreciation of that type of humor requires an appreciation of the culture embedded in it. Conversely, when one makes friends with God on Friendster, one is probably not Christian.

Characters are just another way that people game Friendster, indicating that its primary purpose is not dating for most people. It is a fun experiment in social behavior and identity development/manipulation. People want to see who all they can access; they want to see their numbers grow (even if those numbers are utterly meaningless); they want Friendster to be fun fun fun.

Of course, this begs the question: can it be both fun and meaningful?

mental models of others

There are few friends that i have who consistently challenge my philosophies on life and force me to delve into why i believe what i do. Of course, spending a day with one of those friends always makes me blissfully ecstatic, even if utterly exhausted. Today, i went to the beach and our discussion ended up focusing on the impact of friends on our mental models of strangers.

There are two parts to this problem:

1) What impact our friends have on our views of others;
2) How we act accordingly.

When we communicate our thoughts about outsider to our friends, we often use very coarse descriptions, highlighting what we see as the salient characteristics of that person, for better or worse. For example, i might say that Bob is really annoying, without contextualizing that statement to explain that he’s only really annoying when he’s around Carl because they are exes and are quite antagonistic. Big brush strokes.

The question is how my friend chooses to encorporate my thoughts. Ideally, we act as though we are strong enough to make up our own opinion on others, but this is probably not what people actually do. More likely, my friend’s view will be colored by what i say (which is not necessarily the whole of how i feel). In interacting with Bob, my friend will see Bob as annoying, even with Carl nowhere to be found. I will have colored my friend’s perspective.

A lot of this has to do with our tendency to create tribes. By voicing our opinions on outsiders to our friends, we encourage them to like the people we like and dispise our enemies. This animalistic tendency allows us to create a safe container for those we love. Of course, by being the one who articulates the tribe’s members, our opinions are validated giving us power within the system.

Given this framework, we started talking about how we operate inside and outside of this. My friend recognizes that opinions from others cloud his view and thus doesn’t want to hear them nor wants to share his own. Yet, in doing so, he ends up following others tribes. I, on the other hand, refuse to take anyone’s account that seriously and thus have no problem making up my own mind, yet i rarely keep my opinions to myself, mostly because i like to hear disagreement. Neither “solution” is ideal and we’ve both seen the reprocussions of our own paths. What’s more interesting is how frustrated he gets when someone shares coarse descriptions and how frustrated i get when others take my opinions with too much weight.

Thus, it begs the question.. how do you communicate your opinions in a way that doesn’t improperly affect the situation?

storytelling paper finished!

Fernanda and i have been working our tooshies off to finish a paper that we wanted to submit to HICSS-37. We’ve been trying to articulate how our visualizations are actually useful as digital artifacts for remembering and storytelling. They provide snapshots of one’s digital presence, but they are coarse enough to allow you to construct your identity in the sharing, presenting on what you see fit to present. Much fun. Anyhow, a draft version is available for the curious.

a “gender” rant, alphabetizing

OK. In recent months, i’ve been signing up to a million different services, testing things out or just outright curious. Sites often ask you your “gender.” Of course, this drives me batty because the question is usually asking you your sex. Then there are the options. Male/Female. Everywhere else on these sites, you are asked questions with an alphabetical listing (except for anything involving a date which is done in a month by month listing). Why is sex any different? Oh right, patriarchy and sexism and a clear reminder that tools are built by guys. ::grumble::

envisioning next gen tech

I’ve been trying to figure out why technology without deep consideration of social behavior drives me batty. There is no doubt that some of the best technologies emerged from tech geeks wanting to make really cool and interesting things. Of course, spending 3 years in a place that focused on inventing the next generation of cool things made me wanna curl up in a ball and die. Distruptive technologies come out of a special type of bubble… one that doesn’t realize that it’s unique or different, filled with people who are truly in love with the idea and not focused on whether it will make money or whether it will do anything or not even realizing it as a “product” so much as a “toy.”

The problem is that the technology field has matured. Most ideas that are currently being discussed are simple technologies that expect fundamental changes in social behavior. Even the software ideas that people are talking about are new renditions of old systems. Blogs aren’t new, but they’ve been repackaged. Social networking tools aren’t new… None of the social software that’s being discussed is revolutionary. It’s simply trying to solve people’s needs, their interests. Yet, what’s the value in doing so without a deep and directed consideration of the impact? Software development has reached a new stage. Tools that affect social behavior can be easily used to marginalize populations; they can be just as easily distructive as helpful. We no longer live in a society where only the most intrigued play with computer or online. Impact is widespread and thus, so can abuse be. Even old technologies, developed with good intentions have come back to haunt people in odd ways. Things have definitely changed, and not completely for the better.

Now that we’re beyond the tech boom, i find myself continuously harping on folks to step back and really reconsider what might happen when they construct their technology, particularly if it is socially directed. Kudos to those who were able to innovate and distribute amazing tools through pure passion. I just don’t think that successful innovation in that culture is justification for not really deeply considering the implications of what is created in this one. I want to be surrounded by those who realize that they have the power to construct society and want to do so in a socially minded way.

Of course, the problem is that i can’t fully articulate why i feel this way, but i’m trying to disentangle that gutteral knot that i suspect has some validity to it (in the fabric of my reality).

[This is partially inspired by Marc’s perspective on the world.]

booth babing is hard

OK. My ass is *kicked*. I’ve spent the last three days running around the Moscone Center telling folks about the Urban Adventure for JavaOne (a.k.a. The Go Game). Three days of smiling pretty, talking small talk, being energetic and witty and silly and pretending to smile when i’m treated like a bimbette (all the while teaching my fellow babes Object Oriented Java). Of course, the event went off with a bang and people had a great time (except for those who were cranky that they didn’t win.)

Oh, and damn those who blamed me for not giving them a good score, because i was being good and honest! I wrote my own adventure, which was utterly reminscent of my days as a CS15 TA:

Task: Find the Java Princess (me dressed up in a prom dress and tiara in front of the Virgin Megastore) and impress her with your Java talent. Compose a short applet and enact it. Be creative!

Some of those teams had me dying of laughter – i got hugs and kisses and silly poems about Java written for me. Only one team perfected the skill of compileable code complete with humor, originality and sweetness. Too many teams assumed that i knew nothing about Java or didn’t know much about it themselves. But they were cute and i gave a *lot* of points for trying. Seriously, the TA in me came out full swing!

Oh, and i met a really nice stranger on the street and had a lovely (broken) conversation as teams came and went. Plus, it was funny to watch how the questions directed towards me changed as night fell. At first, strangers kept asking if i was getting married. After night fall, i was asked if i was a prostitute. What bride or prostitute would be wearing a blue prom dress, a fuzzy tiara, cowboy boots, and a spiky collar standing on a street corner? Don’t answer that…

blog comments spam

OK.. i’m not a big fan of the systems out there that leave “comments” on my blog which are simply spam and points to their porn or business sites. I like the comments feature… i tend to start conversations with people based on those who reach out to comment interesting things in my blog. But i do not like going through and deleting the spam ones each day. ::grumble::

life without IM

Although i spend a lot of time researching social communities, i tend to avoid meeting new people online. It’s not that i don’t trust people online (because they usually come via friends or via interests), but that i am dreadful at maintaining virtual or long distance relationships, let alone building them. At the same time, i was thinking how essential virtual connections are for me to maintain my real life friendships. While cell phones are essential for maintaining face in teenage culture, i definitely find IM pretty crucial for my life. I’m far more likely to ping my IM friends for dinner and see them more often simply because i can reach out to them with ease. I keep up with my IM friends on daily life activities and they end up being my trusted network. I become friends far more quickly with friends i’ve met offline who have IM than those who do not. This was definitely true in college, but i’m surprised at how much it has persisted to this day and been impacted by the fact that many of my friends have stopped using IM and have fallen off of my daily radar.