Showing posts with label thought. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thought. Show all posts

March 19, 2015

Stardust (A Discussion Post for SLIS 701)

Defining Information:  If information were a person what would he/she look like?  Describe physical traits, actions, and personality. (SLIS 701 Spring 2015)
As many superhero movies, television shows, and literature exist in our current universe, I am actually surprised there hasn’t been a devoted character to the embodiment of information. Now certainly, characters such as Star Trek: Next Generation’s Data, Marvel’s The Leader, and even Disney Pocahontas’s Grandmother Willow have embodied the wisdom of one endowed with great knowledge, but no well-known creation for the manifestation of information itself. I imagine this is because information is more like a fluid stream that both influences and is influenced by humanity. Is Information, then, even limited to what humans actually know? Or is Information only ever half-seen as still more is left to be discovered, unearthed, or otherwise happened upon? Here are my thoughts on if information were to be personified.
Firstly, upon reading this assignment, my science-fiction and fantasy-loving self knew this was the only option I could explore. My first step was to search out what my peers, students, and other individuals around me thought about this character, Information. Many responded in the stereotypical “librarian” personas: either the up-tight, cruel grandmotherly sort or the fierce, quiet but sexy librarian image so often objectified in modern media. (The whole “closet-freak” idea.) (Also, see this resource on deconstructing that stereotype.)
Others really thought about the vastness of information, especially focusing on its embodiment of children. Now there’s an interesting concept: children, the least informed of our world (based on experience) and yet, the first thought of many when it comes to picturing information. Some respondents talked of the energy of children, as one peer said like a “hyperactive genius child who just ate too much sugar.” I wholeheartedly believe that Information, as a character, must have the boundless energy as that small child. Others talked about the reflection of childhood, “always thinking, asking questions and dissecting everything.” Now this, too, hits a key aspect of questions, pondering, and seeking answers as a critical nature of Information. In addition, one of my peers immediately responded “Technicolor Jesus!” I feel that her answer is indeed poignant for defining our character, Information. Our culture and multitudes of cultures before us have asserted the mantra “Knowledge is Power.” This must also mean that Information is like a deity in the power of amassing that information. With this godlike thought, others were more influenced by the ethereal nature of Information: its transience, its intangibility, its flow from one form to another. Many recalled characters of video games or films that exist as holograms, such as Cortana from the Halo series and Android voice system and vague humanoid shapes formed of binary code (think Matrix Dissected).  These individuals have hit on the key idea of information as an ever-changing entity, or at least a mass that constantly evolves, grows, shifts, and reacts to the world around it. If Information were static, our pursuit of higher education and higher knowledge would certainly be moot!
After reaching my friends, colleagues, and peers, my first reaction was a mix of shock, pleasure, and humility at the thoughtful and creative responses they had. Closely following, my limited and non-formulaic survey of people’s thoughts of Information generally concurred. Even before asking around, I thought (and still think) that Information must be a shapeshifter, in the sense that the ancient Greek gods could manipulate their appearance and presence befitting the situation. Though my primitive survey forced me to think about the intangible nature of Information; how despite its prevalence and influence, information is not fastened down to anchors or etched in stone. Information also must be able to share in transactions with people, both sharing knowledge and augmenting Information with new discoveries and revelations.
Galaxy Girl PrintTherefore, if Information was a character, it would not be male nor female. Information would be made of stardust and generally spend its time in incoherent drifts that focused in schools, libraries, places of worship, meditative gardens, and gently lingering in the spaces before your eyes. Just as any good Hero’s Journey requires, those seeking Information must travel the journey and respond to the call to want Information and need its guidance. At that time, like deities of the British pagans, the spirits of the Native Americans, or the witches of mysticism, Information could materialize to the “Pure of Heart.” Likewise, Information would have a calm tone of voice, regardless of the mouth it materialized. I cannot help but imagine Planet Earth’s Sigourney Weaver as the asexual voice of Information, feminine, yet deep enough to comfort and impart weight. I don’t imagine Information’s personality fluctuates as it must keep constant its essential being as its specifics and manifestations perpetually change. I have now forgotten the book, but I once read a character that was cursed with empathy when she was born. The curse-giver had thought empathy would be a gift that united warring kingdoms, but instead aged the child unnaturally rapidly as she experienced so much of the world’s burdens and struggles. I wish I could recall the author, but I so clearly recall the description of her eyes as larger, darker, and more hollow than a child’s should be. I imagine that same darkness and depth in the eyes of Information, perhaps from sadness, but perhaps also from the multitudes of wonders in our world.

July 11, 2014

Just Because/You Love Me

Just because I'm a nerd
doesn't mean I don't enjoy cursing, or
enjoy a frivolous night of tomfoolery on the town.
Just because I'm a nerd
doesn't mean I prefer the company of books over people
(though in some moods that might be true).

Just because I'm an English teacher
doesn't mean I am continually critiquing your grammar.
I say words and speak without thinking and use "it," "thingie," and general gestures that run over into impropriety
Or use a bakcWrd verb or splell chk.
Just speak.

Just because I'm married
doesn't mean I don't want to hear I look beautiful, or
have a man be interested in me as I walk by in something cute.
Just because I'm married
doesn't mean I have children, am expecting children, or can't wait for the day to have children.
I've got a life to lead and discover and make mistakes in for myself!

Just because I'm married to the military
doesn't mean I have an American flag pasted on all my walls, or
know the proper salute for identifying ranks and the latest politics.
Just because I'm married to the military
doesn't mean I will stop seeking a dream of my own and a career that fulfills me.

Just because I'm confident on the outside
doesn't mean I can't be hurt by your words, mean glances, or other disrespect;
I'll just act as though I'm more resilient.
Just because I'm an empathetic soul who feels the world to experience it
doesn't mean I won't block you out if you continue to demean or yell or otherwise propagate the negative;
I'll labor with the decision, but, once it's made, I'll not rescind it.

Just because you see me doesn't mean you see me.


Very few see me because, only then, you love me.


514pm
7.11.2014
EGH

in response to Lord of the Flies lesson planning

April 28, 2013

The Cardboard-Crate Life

The boxes have a pile again.
This time, there's plenty of furniture wrap, bubble wrap, newspaper, and label paper.
This time, I know what to expect.
I know what needs protecting.

I expect the goodbyes to be "I'll see you soon"s.
I expect the moving day will be filled with helping hands and end in a sweaty mess.
I expect tensions will be high as I try to organize each detail
                                            as I try to direct the flow of delicate possessions
                                            as I try to both hold onto the fond memories of this house and grieve for the life I now leave behind.
I expect some excitement and fear as I drive away with a car filled dangerously full.
I expect to have a new iPod playlist to distract me from the work.
I expect these things for that day.

As I look forward, I look back.
What happened last time? What happens this time?

I expect that I will know no one in this new town of new buildings and streets.
I expect that the "I'll see you soon"s will turn into mere imprints on the wind.
I expect that I will only know where the good food is once I am preparing to leave.
I expect the excitement will be dulled as there are no girlfriends to share it with when I get old.
I expect I'll learn a new way to drive with the "worst drivers ever."
I expect that another 15 pounds is waiting for me on the couch.
I expect I will just want to stay cuddled up in my new home on the furniture I know,
with the stuff I know, with the only person I know,
safe in the few things I know
Until I am too sad to try to get out.
Too lazy to build up new hobbies.
Too quiet to make any new friends.
Too "content" (or discontent) to mess up my routine.



I can't let this happen again; I have no patience for the doldrums.
I can't survive in a cardboard-crate life.
I need the touch of grass, the breath of breezes, and the laughter of water.
I need to reconnect with humanity and Earth.
I need a place to settle in that's more than just a house--a home.

October 20, 2010

My roommate is a brain.

Response to Poetic "Simplicity"

My roommate is a brain.
While the lights outside are dimming-
While my thoughts are fervent swimming-
While I, I sit alone.

No sound she makes, but lumps & gushes.
As lights would rise: be lightened!
  I struggle holding onto thoughts:
      spinning, thinning, multiplying,
      feasting, expanding, spreading,
      tensing, fighting, making...

    Too many to write.
    Too many to hold.
    Too many to think.

But at least there is the brain that is my roommate.

EG
Oct 20, 2010
1:15pm