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I just read and re-read this interesting paper by Francis M. Duffy.  Rather than ruin it by describing it I suggest that you take a look.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Mental models resist change. People don’t like to change what they think they know. Given new information to consider, individuals will search their existing mental models to ensure that the new information is consistent with what they know. If the new information fits an existing mental model, the person accepts the information. Perhaps the information even expands or improves the person’s existing mental model. If the individual cannot link the new information to an existing mental model, he or she may construct a mental model to understand the new information or discard the information as irrelevant, unimportant, or wrong.”

And there are ideas at the end for addressing the implications of persistent mental models.

about ten days ago I walked past a classroom where the instructor was overheard starting class by asking individual students how they were: “morgan, how are you?” something about the tone of his voice made me think that he was sincere in wanting to know. i imagined him beginning his talk and then deciding to integrate the students into the discussion by simply asking them how they were. i further imagined him then discussion the students’ responses in relation to the class material. i have an active imagination.

as the classroom experience is often an exchange of unilateral transmissions by people comfortable speaking in public surrounded by people who aren’t, but who no doubt have a lot on their minds, i got to thinking about how to augment the classroom practice by giving the silent majority an opportunity to contribute without having to raise their hand first. to somehow make the ideas on the margins more available to the center.

in wondering how to augment the process by allowing the somewhat private and often fragmentary ideas often suspended in the minds of many in any group to become public, i realized that most of us have cellphones and/or access to the web in our labs (i’m now writing specifically about my work at my institute), so messaging into a projected tag cloud seemed like something to try.

i’ve written a few scripts over the past week and will use them in my classes next semester. the idea, again, is that as “we” talk, participants can freely and anonymously submit a word or phrase to the evolving tag cloud. the script scales font size to prevalence, so, one might want to amplify a certain tag, or add a new one. the most recent tag is in red. the interface for the tag cloud is in a few flavors, one for the desktop and one for the cell phone – i’ll get around to writing an sms version prior to the start of school.

here are some screen shots:

above: this would be projected in class.

below: current browser interface – works well on phones, provides recent cluster of previous three tags.

…lightrail, headed southwest, around 2pm. I noticed some interesting shadows and light movement on a wall I was facing when light passed through a window that had been scratched. I haven’t edited this at all. i held my cameraphone (nokia 6682) still while filming. i find it interesting to watch as a portrait of various elements and their movements within an environment that includes me, but focused on a surface that allows me to experience them abstractly. The information within the environment is focused on the wall, that wall is a sort of screen that permits me to observe some of the information in the space – the wall is also a “channel” in that it is capable of containing specific amounts or types of data – what i see on the wall is a subset of the information focused on my body, another surface, another channel. suddenly space seemed to be more about area than volume – an array of surfaces/channels, each with its own tuning that allows various elements to become focused/observable/information as they resonate “there”. a geometry not about space but about information? “light” as space, “temperature” as space, “density” as space…

last night, while headed home on the lightrail, i watched these on my phone and they created an interesting collage with the “live” elements within the train. there were many blurry moments, based in large part on the relationship of the recorded sound to the live sound. might be interesting to view this while traveling in other systems.

found this scene as is on the street in downtown baltimore

I’m going to climb out on a limb and suggest that space is real (epistemologically – it is a genuine aspect of my experience) and true (ontologically), and time is real and false – which is to say that when I experience something as being in the past that feels utterly correct, yet it is actually a description of a spatial relationship I have with something that I am connected to but is somewhat physically distant from me.  Things really change, but whether they change in relationship to an invisible, intangible framework such as our common understanding of time makes me wonder.

I’ve been thinking lately about sight vs. scent; how sight is though to be somehow tied to short-term memory (which is, physically, where exactly?), and scent is not.  Perhaps whatever we experience as visual is something that we can describe because it is somehow archived, however briefly, in what we call our short-term memory.  I’m wondering if this sensation of an ability to think about, to consider, to archive, doesn’t suggest a physical/experiential distance – whereas something we smell (again, our sense of smell is understood as having minimal to zero short-term memory, this is why it is so difficult to imagine a scent the way we can imagine something we’ve seen), or something we experience intuitively, even impulsively, is much physically closer, so there isn’t enough spatial separation – it is too close to describe or memorize.  When we see something in our mind, when we remember something it is “simply”, perhaps that much farther away from us – and distance is a measure of the degrees of complexity to which the elements in our environments can affect us. The qualities or “suchness” (the latin root of the word quality can be translated into “suchness”) of viewing something are different than the qualities of touching or smelling something.  To me, at least, the qualities of touching and smelling are more complex in that, generally, they seem to induce less controllable, and more intuitive or impulsive responses – a mixture of the anticipated and the unimaginable, it is much more difficult to accurately predict my response to that which I touch or smell, and it is much more difficult, in turn, to remember haptic or scent experiences at will.  Scent and smell seem to be significantly more immediate and my experience of them seems less controllable. Of course one can learn to avoid touching something really hot, or that, in general, smelling certain things will, probabilistically, have higher potentials for inducing a pleasant experience or not, but I seem to lack an ability to internally and remotely conjure up scent, and touch memories as I can with something visual – like my recollection of the apartment I grew up in.  These differences suggest, to me, a gauge of proximity to a focal point within a shared space that we understand as “I”.

 I realize that I need to consider these ideas further.  I write them now as they seem to have come up in an association with the dream I described below.  I think that my will to touch things in the dream as a means to determine whether I was awake or not is significant in this regard.

 Lastly, a few months ago I saw a film called investigation into the invisible world (enquete sur la vie invisible). It is a French film shot in Iceland about the apparent, and general (of course there are skeptics) , cultural acceptance of various paranormal activities, ranging from ghosts, to sprites to ufo.  I found the film interesting, and the title extremely apt.  I have no clear opinion on the so-called paranormal, but what occurred to me while watching the film is that there is often a call for proof when someone experiences something unusual, and that proof seems to often be requested in the form of a photograph of something that someone describes as having seen – a “ghost” for example.  We all know that photographs of such apparent visual phenomena are rare or perhaps non-existent.  What occurred to me is that we privilege the eye, and seeing, to such an extent in our culture (I realize Icelandic culture has its unique components but we share quite a bit) that I wonder if we don’t describe certain experiences as visual, to ourselves, when, perhaps in fact, they are not solely or specifically experienced via the eye.  What we do is “remember” and describe such experiences as visions, when in fact they are complex, perhaps multi-sensual responses to stimuli in an environment that we describe (and even remember) as visual simply because we lack the language to describe them more accurately.

 Our current belief that our senses gather specific frequency data somewhat independently of each other (which really sounds more reptilian than mammalian, doesn’t it?) might need some further study, especially when there are experiences, perhaps many experiences, that are simply being dismissed rather than actively considered in such a way that would encourage a broadening of our understanding of ourselves towards an increasingly accurate description of our experience.

 That’s how a friend of mine described the following experience:

 Last Wednesday morning I dreamt I woke up from a dream and found myself in another place that I didn’t recognize.  When I awoke in the dream the trigger seemed to be conversation coming from another room.  I attributed that conversation to friends that were actually visiting, but as I listened carefully to the voices I realized that while they sounded familiar, they actually weren’t.  Opening my eyes in the dream I looked around and found myself on a bed in a wood paneled room on the ground floor of what felt like a detached house.  I realized I wasn’t in my apartment and thought that I’d gone away for the weekend, had fallen into a deep sleep and was having one of those complicated awakenings in unfamiliar surroundings where you don’t know where you are for a moment or two. The sensation of waking in this dream was so “real” that, as I came to consciousness, I was convinced that I couldn’t remember the surroundings; I became very concerned.

 I began to touch things in the environment to ensure that this wasn’t a dream.  There was a clock on the wall – an analog clock that fit with the “woody” décor.  It read 7:42 (approx.).  I looked out the window and noticed it was dark, and concluded I was waking from a nap.  I felt a bit woozy and wondered if I wasn’t in bed because I was sick.  I became increasingly concerned as I was convinced that this wasn’t, in fact, a dream – but was an environment that I was a part of but couldn’t recall.  I got out of bed and began exploring the room to determine if I really was awake, and if so, where I was.  I had memories, in the dream, of my real life, and was comparing the two – carefully searching for any information that would clarify my current state.

 Noticing a door at one end of the room, through which I could hear conversation – perhaps a small party, I walked down an opposite hallway into a small room that at first reminded me of a small laundry room in an apartment I lived in as a kid – but realized that it wasn’t that room.  I was touching everything that I could, touching, tapping, rubbing – trying to figure out what was going on, and thinking that if I could feel things with my hands that meant I was, in fact, awake.

 While in the room I thought that if I could find one familiar object it might form a basis from which to construct an array, however small, of associations to form, perhaps, a memory – something to anchor me to the environment.  While racking my brains the door at the end of the hall opened and a woman, approximately 5” tall with long, straight, black hair tied in a ponytail walked in.  I looked at her and she didn’t seem surprised to see me.  Something about her behavior suggested that she worked as a cleaning person in this house.  I remained in the small anteroom while she made up the bed I had been in.  Not wanting to alarm her by strange behavior, I walked down the hall toward the bed with the intention of getting back into it, acting as if everything was as it should be.  We passed each other in the hallway and I nodded – and she barely acknowledged me but didn’t seem surprised to find me there – she seemed clearly to work in the house.  I noticed she was wearing a yellow sweater.

 I got back onto the bed and as I did I extended my arms on the blanket – which was a gold/brown/black knitted item.  I remained on top of it and, as I ran my hand along the surface found a small pin with a black plastic top that was bent in the middle.  I took the pin and ran it along my fingertip, gently pushing it in to my fingertip – again attempting to generate a haptic experience that would indicate this was, in fact, real.  Again my experiment created an effect that seemed to verify my situation as having woken up in another place.  I shut my eyes and tried to relax.  I again noticed conversation – this time from a bit closer to the door.  Again I attributed the voices to some friends but, as I listened more carefully, realized I couldn’t identify them.  I began to feel like I could sleep a bit and looked again at the clock, it was now 7:50 (approx.).  I shut my eyes, hoping that when I awoke I would be able to orient myself.

 I awoke in my apartment seemingly moments later.  I opened my eyes and, noticing the similarities in the way I experienced both environments was again unsure if I was now in a dream or actually awake.  I felt concerned that I was caught up in something that I couldn’t understand but told myself that if I took things in slowly I could definitely familiarize myself with whatever was going on and build up from there.  I sat up in my bed and knew that I was, at least, “home”.  I walked into the apartment and thought to check to see what time it was: 9:53 am.

 I don’t ever remember having such a vivid dream.  I’m not sure how well I have conveyed the experience here, but the experience of being awake while in the dream was, well, real.

 And there’s a bit more.

 Two days after this dream I was participating in a workshop in downtown Baltimore.  During a break from our activities I was standing around chatting with a few participants and began recounting the dream.  As I went over it, I looked around and noticed that the warehouse space we were in was very “woody”, reminding me of the wood paneled space I woke up in during the dream.  I also noticed that a woman named Beatrice, with whom I had been working, had, while I was speaking, borrowed a coat from someone in preparation to go outside and do some field recordings. As I spoke about the dream she put the coat on and I noticed that it was predominantly yellow.  Beatrice had long, dark hair tied back, loosely, and is approximately 5” tall.  She was standing to my left and I remembered that as I passed the woman in the yellow sweater during the dream I glanced down at her across my left shoulder.  I didn’t share any of these details with the group.  I gave them, essentially, a synopsis of the experience – not wanting to come off as a boar (like now…).

 Later that day I spent some time with B doing field recordings outside.  As we walked she began telling me that her thesis project (she is a photographer) dealt with an exploration of making connections between significant elements in dreams and analogous things in waking life.  I had not, and have not, shared with her all the details of my own experience.  She said that, for example, she might have a dream in which she vividly experienced a blue “something” – she would then, while awake, note which objects seemed to connect to those dream elements and explore the contexts of both the dream thing and its real life complement.

 A friend of mine’s father has a special term for dreams: “brain poop”.  Another friend suggests that there is always “slippage” in our perception of the world, and what we come to understand as reality is that which is most consistent, most probabilistically significant – the rest is, essentially, noise.  I think I understand these points of view. I’m interested in thinking about relationships between the things I experience and learning to integrate in such a way that I may have a better understanding of the present.  I think that in order to do this I might have to suspend my will to judge their significance and accept their presence, then work out the cloud of associations from there, the resulting form being a description of here.

here is an audio clip from this recent project that exemplifies some of the material in the previous post. the voice is mine. if you follow the link to the project and click on the links to the various maps you’ll hear other ideas about time and urban development.

  Perhaps you’ve read Vonnegut’s The Sirens of Titan. I did, and was struck by, among other things, the idea of the chrono-synclastic infundibula. The idea is that the universe is so large that any location can be observed from a variety of vantage points – and each vantage point will establish a different context for the location. Imagine looking at the earth from mars, or the moon, or another, distant perspective. Each perspective contextualizes the earth within a different data set, and, the chrono-synclastic infundibula accept each of these perspectives as equally valid. Vonnegut describes the infundibula as places where these “ways to be right” coexist.

  Perhaps you’ve read some earlier posts where I mention Dr. Manfred Clynes’ Sentics. Here is another quote, from pages 12-13:

Recognition plays a key role in genetic processes: the shapes of molecules are recognized with high specificity. The loose chemical bonds used in the processes of building instructions and of replication depend fundamentally on the recognition of specific molecular forms. More recently the importance of vibrational modes, introducing time, has been discovered. Indeed, recognition implies time as well as space: the frequency of a photon is recognized by an electron – forms in time may be programmed by genetic instructions as well as well as forms in space alone.

In human language we have been far too negligent in naming forms in time. The precise reality of forms in time has escaped the language-making processes and words denoting specific time forms are quite rare (e.g., sigh, caress, etc.)

Here is a constellation of personal, current associations:

           nyc Rachel Columbia 00’s eric change

                    mike eric time xenakis nikos 90’s Columbia

nikos noisy neighbors nyc xenakis

eric rachel Columbia time 90’s mike 00’s

I grew up in nyc and am familiar with noisy neighbors, street noise, bright street lights, etc. I don’t live in nyc at the moment and have enjoyed, for perhaps the first time, the experience of a quiet apartment, and real darkness to sleep in. I associate neighbor and neighborhood noise with nyc.

  A good friend of mine is named Nikos. We became friends in the late 90’s in nyc via some musicians I worked and socialized with. Nikos is a mathematician with whom I share common interests. He and his wife now live in England, and we rarely get to see each other. We exchange emails a couple times a year – seemingly at random. I associate Nikos with living in nyc and elsewhere and comparing the differences.

  I spent my early years as a composer and performer in the contemporary music world, based in nyc. Nikos is an aficionado of contemporary classical music, he and I became friends based, in part, on our mutual commitment to that artform. Nikos is was one of the few “civilians” (non-composer/performer) who seemed to genuinely like the music of Iannis Xenakis. I associate Nikos, nyc and Xenakis.

  About a month ago I was awoken at 6:45am by a blaring clock radio in the apartment below. I did nothing, as it was the first time since moving in that such an event took place – I accepted it as an aberration. Perhaps someone was visiting. It made me think back to nyc, and caused me to appreciate the silence I enjoy in my current apartment.

  Two weeks ago I again heard the clock radio, and I thought about saying something to the neighbor, but forgot. Things returned to “normal” – but I began to reflect more often on living in nyc.

  Last week I was browsing youtube and typed in Xenakis – just out of curiosity. I hadn’t really thought about, or listened to his work in quite a while (like years) – his name just seemed to pop into my head late one night. I found some stuff to listen to; really liked it, especially a solo violin work I hadn’t heard before.

  Last weekend I went up to nyc – first time in a long time. Participated in a discussion held at glowlab via red76, and then visited my friends who are expecting their first child. My friends went to Columbia U. at the same time Nikos did, but they never met. My friends are also deeply involved with contemporary art and music. They have much more in common than their relationship to me. I associate Columbia U., contemporary classical music, nyc, the late 90’s, early 00’s, and my career as a composer with them.

  While wondering around the city last weekend I thought about Nikos and how much he loved being there, and how much I love being there, and how many of my friends who are still there think often about leaving.

  Two days ago I spoke with my friend Eric about his new baby. Late last night I received a “random” email from Nikos. Hadn’t heard from him in about eight months. Just saying hello. I started to answer it but felt tired and went to bed.

  Yesterday 6:45am blaring clock radio woke me up. Couldn’t get back to sleep. Went online, wrote to Nikos.

  This morning, 6:45am blaring clock radio woke me up. Managed to fall back to sleep. When I woke up I wrote this post.

  I’m not sure how to represent the form(s) of this constellation in such a way that the interrelationship of the elements will permit others to experience them as I am beginning to consider them: as simultaneous. According to Clynes, we neglect “naming forms in time”. The events described, sequentially, above are perhaps one event that I’m experiencing from different perspectives, and those different perspectives may have more to do with interrelationships of things in space than events in time. In other words, I am in a space where the probability of the experience of the events described above is high. The order that I experience those specific events in speaks more to the level of probability of the event than some temporal displacement. Put another way, the present is where all of us always are. We understand things in terms of relationships, and it doesn’t make sense – and is perhaps even impossible, to compare something that is (present) with something that no longer is (past), or isn’t yet (future). That which we can touch touches us, and we only know that which we can touch (be in some physiological contact with). This is to say that my ability to relate one event to another indicates the presence of both – and, probabilistically, one of the events is revealing aspects of itself that cause me to consider it in the present, while other aspects of itself I experience as a memory of the past – or an anticipation of the future, but they are all, really, present. Does that make sense? I experienced a sequence of events but know that the others (and I include people as well as their memories and things [the Xenakis videos, etc.,] in the category of others) involved within this sequence where involved in different sequences of events – all of which were no doubt very real to each person, and all of which were happening simultaneous to mine.

I’d like to add that Eric and I have spoken frequently about the nature of Time. I will also add that another friend, Mike, is a conductor/composer in nyc that I am also rarely in touch with, but began thinking about last week. I have also had long talks with him about the nature of time (starting last spring), and was surprised a few days ago when my father, who doesn’t know Mike well and rarely asks questions about my friends, asked about what Mike was up to.

I wonder if our understanding of time isn’t based on our experience of the probability of change, and if our belief in the past-present-future paradigm, while seemingly, experientially, true, isn’t, perhaps unreal. I wonder whether the challenge (to reference Clynes) isn’t to name forms in time, but to name/model/metaphorize/ forms in change. To explore these forms we may have to consider the implications of concepts like Vonnegut’s chrono-synclastic infundibula and to minimize our reliance on our (ref. Newton’s) concept of time.

i went to visit my friends in their new apartment over the weekend. monica, who is a dancer/emergency room doctor, told me that recently someone arrived at the er with a condition described in writing as “WHAT IS IT?!” by the ems tech. at first she was annoyed with the lack of meaningful information, and then, as she approached the room where the patient was she noticed that he had been firmly tied down to a gurney and situated in a room apart from the other patients. suddenly the description of “WHAT IS IT?!” made her nervous. she took a deep breath and passed through the swinging doors. the patient was facing away from her. she said, “hi, I’m doctor-“ at which point he turned his head, looked directly into her eyes and screamed “WHAT IS IT?!” over and over for about six hours until whatever it was he’d taken wore off.

ps: monica is nine months pregnant and has no insurance or maternity leave, and, to repeat: she’s a doctor.

Dr. Manfred Clynes, from Sentics (p10-11):

 

…our own genetic construction is such that it allows us to recognize natural forms in different ways from the inanimate.  The ear, for example, is more sensitive to animate sounds than inanimate. (The nervous system is built to recognize special types of frequency modulation characteristic of animate sounds.)  A mother will recognize the cries of an infant in sleep, and our visual system responds differently to living forms than inanimate ones.

 

…Recognition plays a key role in genetic processes: the shapes of molecules are recognized with high specificity.  The loose chemical bonds used in the processes of building instructions and of replication depend fundamentally on the recognition of specific molecular forms. More recently the importance of vibrational modes, introducing time, has been discovered.  Indeed, recognition implies time as well as space: the frequency of a photon is recognized by an electron – forms in time may be programmed by genetic instructions as well as forms in space alone.”

 I read this a few days ago, and while I have spent a good bit of time with Herbert Simon’s Sciences of the Artificial to be uncomfortable with some of the inanimate/animate rhetoric, I was nevertheless struck by the excerpt above.  After thinking about it a bit I went into the kitchen for something to eat.

 I took a bag of rice-cakes down from the cupboard and couldn’t tell, by sight, whether they were white or brown, so I consulted the wrapper.  It occurred to me that I could – and perhaps should, be able to tell what the stuff was made out of via my senses, without having to consult the symbols on the plastic bag – but the bag was between my senses and the food.  The bag required a body of acquired knowledge to decipher it, and is designed to emit only the faintest odor (this is significant as our nose is so important when selecting food), and survive conditions that the food inside wouldn’t.  The inanimate was wrapped around the animate.

 Packaged Food, in and from the grocery store, is packed to keep it from the elements.  As such we identify it, in the store, by decoding symbols usually on some impermeable membrane – like a plastic wrapper.  The recognition is one of symbols on the inanimate wrapping and not by direct contact with what is in the container.  We have to read, think, and consciously process in order to satisfy this primary need.

 In re: Clynes; once familiarizing ourselves with our parents, friends, children’s voices we maintain that experience of recognition for long, long periods of time, perhaps for life. This understanding is an aspect of an intuitive relationship we are born with – we don’t need to learn it, or to acquire it, it seems equally available to every human.  In our current system of object management, the contexts are often different enough (if we hear a recording of a familiar’s voice shifted by 1% we won’t apparently, recognize it.  Have you had the experience of trying to find something in an unfamiliar grocery store?) that we are required to continually maintain a database to satisfy an increasing number of our needs.  We are becoming, perhaps, overwhelmed by how many of our inborn abilities are being “enhanced” by living in environments that require ever increasing interaction with the inanimate, and by extension require a learned, acquired familiarity with the data necessary to know what the inanimate is as a first step towards the animate. The inanimate (a plastic bag, in my example above, but there are many, many examples seemingly entrenched in all aspects of our lives) is often used to coat the animate.

 It seems to me we’ve decided to prize the acquired and “other” the intuitive.  Our technological advancements have accelerated this process, yet our bodies are virtually the same as they were thousands of years ago.  Our technological development has outpaced our biological development and it is troublesome – no wonder we have begun to cyborg ourselves – we need to keep pace.  I remember a lyric to a song that went “only fools have needs.”  We seem to be becoming increasingly needy.

 Consider the Myspace phenomena: 1,000 friends (!) vs. the quite probable small, and perhaps even shrinking number of authentic, really close friends/family members that interact with deeply – meaning getting inside the wrapper, i.e., with the full complement of our being.

 

“…during the past few decades, modern technology, with radio, tv, air travel, and satellites, has woven a network of communication which puts each of the world in to almost instant contact with all the other parts.  Yet, in spite o this world-wide system of linkages, there is, at this very moment, a general feeling that communication is breaking down everywhere, on an unparalleled scale…”

                                     david bohm, on dialogue

 

 The inanimate wrapper phenomenon is simply making it harder, literally making it more work, to recognize someone.  Instead of a known voice it is an email, or sms – we have to go through some steps every time until we can say, “ok, that is xyz”.  We use caller id, custom ringtones, buddy lists, but the point is we have to consciously think, and check, and cross-reference, and factor data – and while it might take just second or two, this delay is significant because it suggests, to me, the colonization of the dynamic, animate, mammalian meta-consciousness (the integrated conscious/sub-conscious systems working together) by the explicit, by the conscious mind, the ego, in the form of the learned, the acquired, the index-able, repeatable: data.  If you had a look at the collective intellection entry you’ll know that I think there is a value – perhaps difficult to quantify – in the convergence of minds engaged in simply sharing associations together – in just talking, aimlessly, but listening, and cultivating empathy with each other.  This communal benefit and value is what gets left off when we privilege data.

 Bohm mentions that we are linked to each other on a world-wide level.  This linkage is not simply person-to-person, willful communication, I don’t think he’s referencing the potential to email millions of people (on dialogue was written prior to the internet boom), instead, I think his excerpt implies that more of us are linked within database tables somewhere in ways that are not always clear to us. While this is analogous to what I think is the related phenomenon of a sort of species connection we have, and need to explore, our current linkage is, at its root, a numerical representation of our performance and position within a severely limited index that takes into account only a few bits of our total experience – and inevitably seems to complicate our interactions via its limited, and inaccurate scope.

 I’m not making a “this way vs. that way” statement. I’m advocating for an integration of the “two” at the service of creating better working models to aid us in our collective development – a significant aspect of which is the social software elements of our cultural forms.  In other words, how effectively our stuff and our built environments enhance our ability to simply, and happily get together and continue to develop towards greater and more complex integration – analogous to the level of integration among the various elements of our bodies.

 Too often our tech seems to be at the service of creating a tiring, alienating, and limited daily experience. When we are so overtly and consciously managing our interactions so much of the time (our environments seem to demand increased, active, conscious processing) and when our exchange with our environments is based increasingly on symbols on inanimate wrappers, we are prone to ricochet from one surface to the next across the symbolic landscape, as our connection to what is external is often, literally, limited to information gleaned from our eye or ear to mind, as opposed to the complex arrangement of senses and systems including the “sub” conscious that seems natural to us – all this skating around the surface costs energy and is, frankly exhausting and unsatisfying – it leaves us always wanting, and needing more.

 In response to this common environment and experience, I wonder if our social interactions are becoming similar episodes of data categorization, exchange and management – facilitated by the tools many of us now use for socialization.  Are we genuinely close to fewer and perhaps fewer people because it is simply too much work for us to maintain multiple, and active deep interpersonal relationships?  Does the inanimate wrapper require us to be in constant analysis and upgrade mode, to be always learning, and always acquiring, and, when applied to what Clynes describes as our inborn, natural systems and patterns (our bodies haven’t changed much over the past several thousands of years) have we placed ourselves at odds with certain fundamental and utterly necessary aspects of our experience?

An irony of the www is that it provides opportunities for more and more people to be reachable by more and more people but the methods of connection are such that we spend significantly more energy fending off unwanted contact than happily integrating with an ever-expanding array of genuine friends.

 The development I’m interested in brings the various, currently disparate, elements of our experience into a relationship of mutual influence that produces greater and deeper environmental, personal, and collective integration.