This one may have momentarily slipped my mind, but somebody reminded me about the assignment. So I suppose it’s time to prove that I still remember how to be a good student – it’s not all gazelle jokes and long-winded exposition at Club Argosy. Clearly not, dear reader!
The assignment in question is the Technology Literacy Narrative, or “Prove You’re Not a Luddite in Five Answers or Less.”
What is your earliest memory of using a computer, and what did you use it for?
I can’t clearly recall my earliest experience with a computer for the same reason I can’t remember the first time I walked. Which is to say, I suppose, that I was brought up in proper nerd fashion. We were fortunate enough to have a home computer when I was pretty young, and eventually we latched onto a few other neat gizmos too: an Atari, a Sega Master System, and ultimately the coveted Nintendo Entertainment System.
I guess I never really had a fateful “first encounter” moment – me staring down a monolithic computer screen, Also sprach Zarathustra blaring in the background, thoughts of simian conquest dimly seeping into my mind. No, the computer was always just sort of there, and I gradually became educated as to its uses and higher functions.
Granted how hazy my memories are, I’d still hazard to say that the first time I used a computer was to play a game of some sort. I still have a few memories of watching my dad and older brother play classics like Wizardry 6: Bane of the Cosmic Forge, King’s Bounty, and the older Might and Magics. It’s probably a safe bet that I was quick to emulate them and, in the process, inaugurate a long tradition of playing games. And here I am now.
What is your earliest memory of using the internet to communicate with someone else? What was your intended purpose in that communication?
Hm, when was that, exactly? It was definitely sometime in grade school, and I’d probably peg it around the 4th to 6th grade level. That was when I was introduced to the idea of a “computer lab” class, and shortly thereafter the then-young Internet entered my consciousness.
Again, I can’t really provide a solid answer of my first online communication. (I sort of have trouble remembering what I had for lunch yesterday, so sending my mind that far back is something of an uncertain prospect.) More than likely, though, I probably had to send out an e-mail as part of a class tutorial. I imagine the recipient was a teacher or family member and the general content to be a purely throwaway material. Still, enough to cement the concept in a young mind, I suppose.
It wouldn’t be until the intermediate level (7th and 8th grades) that I’d be inducted into the barbarous cesspit more popularly referred to as the instant messaging client.
How did who that person was (a friend, a relative, a teacher, etc.) shape the communication choices you made?
Going back to that first tutorial instance, I’m pretty sure the “choices” were pretty much already made for me. I learned “proper form” in the lab: include a salutation, write in complete sentences, and sign off with a farewell of some sort. (In general, I observe the same format today, too.) And given that the recipient was probably an adult who was giving me a grade, I imagine I was pretty scrupulous about sticking to the letter of what I learned.
Later on, when I became wiser to the ways of the connected world, I’m sure my standards relaxed somewhat, but I’ve always had a preference for proper English and clear communication. This isn’t to say I never varied my style between formal purposes (talking to a teacher or employer) and informal purposes (dropping a line to a friend). I merely meant to say that I have no taste for the castrated gutterspeak that characterized a lot of IMs back in the early days. (And maybe still do; I currently have no means of telling.) And, to go to a more contemporary form, I’m equally contemptuous of the modern-day rash of internet memes and in-jokes – which, it seems to me, collectively only communicate one thing.
What in your life (if anything) would change if you suddenly were no longer able to communicate with others in digital ways?
Well, I may have sworn off IM clients and shallow social networking sites, but I’d still stand to lose a lot if digital communication were suddenly wiped out from my daily life. For starters, I’d lose the speed and convenience of e-mail, which is pretty much my preferred way of keeping in contact with family members, friends, and other contacts. I’d also lose access to a few communities that help me feel connected to my primary interests. And that touches on the overarching issue – I’d be cut off from entire networks of information. I hate to say it, but I’ve kind of grown reliant on some of that stuff.
On the flip side, I’d also lose the ability to express myself over the internet. From what I’m given to know, being an artist in today’s world but not having an established web presence is just… well, it would make things extremely tough, to say the least.
And I suppose I’d also lose this lovely blog, which would be a crippling blow in and of itself. I mean, I’m sure you guys would mourn its passing.
Describe a time when you miscommunicated with someone through a web interface or via e-mail. What was the nature of this miscommunication? Would the miscommunication have still occured if you were communicating face to face? Why or why not?
Oh, the stories I could tell. I count myself as pretty reformed these days, but know that I was an adolescent when the internet was still a wild frontier and, according to one popular theory at least, people’s standards were not quite so rooted.
Shall I speak of my wastrel days on Battle.net, back during the reign of Starcraft and Diablo II?
No no, too embarassing.
I’ll bring up a more recent instance, one that perhaps does not cast me in so bad a light. Back in high school, I became pretty heavily involved in the Concept Art community along with one of my friends, Zeb. It came to pass that I had to move to Pennsylvania midway through high school, which left CA as one of my primary ways of keeping in touch. Specifically, the thread we jointly maintained was “Drawing in Class,” and it became a daily ritual to post the fruits of the day’s boredom.
Eventually, though, there was a falling out of sorts. I forget the exact details of the miscommunication, but I distinctly remember sending some private messages to Zeb about the status of the thread. Some new guys had started posting in the thread, and their class doodles were a lot better than ours. I took the opportunity to poke fun at this fact – to pour on a little self-criticism (a common ailment of the young artist) and bestow some praise on the newbies.
Zeb evidently misread my PM as me backing out of the thread altogether, as though I was intimidated by the newcomers’ displays of superior skill. Worse yet, he made the contents of my PM known in a public post and took it as a chance to excoriate me for my supposed artistic cowardice. Now, in the scheme of things, this post didn’t so much as cause a ripple in the greater community; I don’t even think the threadgoers paid it any mind. But it seemed a great betrayal to me, to publicly air a private conversation. Not to mention that the post hinged on a misreading of my original message, substituting a serious tone for the intended sarcastic humor.
My response was a little extreme. I went through and deleted all of my posts on the forum, effectively removing myself from the community all together.
Eventually, Zeb and I talked about it and I rejoined CA as a semi-regular poster again. But looking back on the whole thing, the scenario was just replete with the exactly the sort of stuff I’ve since struggled to avoid at all costs: miscommunication, breaching of unspoken etiquette, and worse of all, drama.
Ugh, it’s hard to believe that was actually me.
Well, like I said, I believe I’ve mightily reformed myself since my early online misadventures. Could these problems have been mitigated by face-to-face communication? For most of my cases, I think so; certainly I could have directly conveyed humor in my remarks during the CA snafu. But since then, I like to think that I’ve learned to work around the many pitfalls of internet communication.
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