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Reflection On Value

Reflections of Change

There are times when you reflect on your life – or should be. At times, it causes you to re-evaluate everything you know – when you come to some ‘truth’ that suddenly explains the world in a new and previously unexpected way. At other times, the reflection causes you to realize that you’re not good at certain things and very good at others. Still others simply reinforce whatever you already know.

Reflection requires time and honesty. As simple as these two may sound, massaging time out of our lives remains a daunting task – arguably more so in a world so connected. Honesty, too, can be difficult as individuality can be so easily substituted with ‘popular honesty’, where the inner compass is replaced by an outer compass.

Even as a few of us speak and write more and more of collective intelligence and how we’re part of a larger entity – our own species as a genus unto itself – do we think that because we are only smaller parts of a larger organism that we do not need to reflect?

It seems to me that out of all the species that we communicate effectively with, we’re the only one that reflects – and fewer and fewer people seem to be doing it. On the internet, social media has become more of a circulation system for ‘me too!’ than an area where we can reflect on ourselves as individuals and our own roles within a greater whole. Many measure worth in popularity when most – if not all – good new ideas started off in the realm of unpopularity. Many measure worth in financial terms, where a startup company that provides little actual value other than money becomes ‘successful’. Compounded, popularity drives money and money drives popularity – but where is the actual value? Or, as a society, is that all we are?

I wonder.

Democracy, Collective Intelligence, Social Media and Mankind

There are many people who are writing things these days, be it in the halting and truncated thoughts of Twitter or the flow of status updates on other social networks such as Facebook, Google+ or LinkedIn. There was a world before where this was not possible, where one could not share as much as one can now, where one could not read so much of others thoughts.

It was a much quieter world. There were books, magazines, encyclopedias, and those literate would often spend at least a month for a continuation of some journal or the other we subscribed to. Within that space, we had time to do more thinking on our own. In the case of the computing magazines, such as ‘Compute!’, we might have to debug typos in code that kept it from working as it was supposed to. In the case of other things, we had time to reflect or act – to reflect on and perhaps even accept views from these pieces of paper bound together with glue and a need to transmit information across distance and time. Radio and television, too, allowed culture to seep to parts far removed from their origins.

There’s no need to say that the world before mass media, too, was quieter. In all, we consider our change as progress because we cannot turn back the clock; we must accept that it is progress and move forward. Good and bad ideas float around our sphere of influence in an almost quantum state – almost devoid of the prior limitations of distance and time. Once a message could take months or even years to reach a destination on this planet - we now complain when we have microseconds of latency with a server. We wish to know what is going on all the time; we wish to share what is going on all the time.

But why do we wish to share this information so readily, why do we wish to stay on top of what is going on in the world with so much abandon? We are descendants of people that tore their lives from a world not as we see it now, who shaped it to birth further generations. Values were different; geography was more important in that the distances meant a need for being able to depend on those around you. The ever diminishing world we have created has robbed us of the geography that instilled many of the values we still hold dear – things such as family, such as supporting a local economy over entities that exist in our minds and propagate themselves through our world on servers we created. In our efforts, we create a new identity for ourselves by our actions and inactions.

We have traded our time of reflection and thought for more information, faster and faster. We multitask more and more as we focus on one thing at a time less and less. Laws exist now for people who would type on a nefariously small keyboard while driving – and the thought that this is a bad thing seems to miss the newer generations entirely as they strive to constantly stay in communication with their own digital tribes.

We plunge forward, hoping that things like technology can better connect us and allow us to come to solutions to problems. We bat around terms like ‘collective intelligence’ and ‘smart mobs’ as if there is no downside to the problem – and when those problems become apparent, we downplay their effects. This is what mankind has done with every leap and bound in communication – some make the case that it’s the end of the world and others make the case that it’s the beginning of the world. Few recognize that both sides are correct; that the end of one thing is itself a beginning of another.

Yet with every leap and bound of technology, we seem to deluge ourselves with more information even as we sometimes do not communicate effectively. To combat this, governments and organizations that lobby governments try to protect people from themselves, creating intricate bureaucracies that – perhaps necessarily – hamper the flow of information to assure we do ourselves less harm, but these bureaucracies inherit from the prejudices of previous generations more readily because bureaucracy is not designed to change readily. Thus those prejudices of latter generations conspire against the future generations and in turn, the future generations conspire against the bureaucracies implemented and inherited from previous generations.

And to what end? Where once we had bureaucracies that staunched the flow of information into encyclopedias, we now have an online Wikipedia that anyone can edit but now where the new bureaucracies delete or edit as they see fit. We recreate what we destroy at every turn, attempting progress but almost always falling back to what we know.

Meanwhile, we talk about popularity as an analog for democracy and collective intelligence when de Tocqueville's observation was that the most important part of American democracy was discussion. By measuring popularity before discussion, we put the cart before the horse - truncating our ability much more severely than trying to communicate effectively important ideas and thoughts 140 characters at a time. The concepts of democracy and collective intelligence mean nothing if people don't bring value to the conversations, and that value is not to be found in following the crowd - it's to be found in reflection, thought and individuality and challenging the status quo.

Some write to be popular, few of those actually become popular, and when they do become popular they all too often become a slave to their popularity. Why? Self-preservation by sacrificing the self to popularity?

To better use social media, we need to step away from it more so that we can put more back into it, daring to be ourselves. I wonder sometimes whether we have the capacity to do this; maybe humanity is no more than a trampling herd of creatures that follow the popular wherever they go.

That's what I think, anyway. It's no wonder I'm not quite that popular. :-)

Dreaming. Innovation. Social Media.

ScruntingOver the last week or so, I've had hints of something - like an invisible muse teasing me. But it wasn't invisible. It was the photograph of the man looking for glass and metal at the side of the road. It was the bedridden man I just visited. It was the deluge of social media around me. It was staring me in the face even as I looked myself in the mirror.

It was only after speaking with the man recovering from his stroke, who may never walk again even with therapy, that it came home. The difference between the young and the old is simple: The young dream and the old have forgotten their dreams. The old wander the roadsides looking for something to keep them in beans. Even as I immerse myself in social media, gleaning the side of the social media road for original thoughts and ideas - or even better ones - I wonder how many sit at their desks doing the same things.

Hoping someone can dream for them.

It's not to say that this is always the case. I wouldn't even say that it is the majority of people who use social media - but it is apparent that there is a void in many people's lives that social media somehow - hopefully- fills. And what is that void? Is it the discussions and ideas? For me, that is true - geographically, I'm almost never around people interested in the same things. But that can't be true for everyone or the world would be a lot more to my liking since everyone would be me.

There's an old man in a bed maybe 100 yards away from me right now, over a wall and through some louvres, who once dreamt of traveling. Over decades of his life he never realized that dream - the constant pressure of business and finance kept him hermetically sealed from his dreams. In that, he is not too different from the man in the picture.

Even as we waterboard ourselves in the sea of social media, we need to remember to dream. Social media means nothing unless you bring something to the collective. And to bring something of worth to the collective, you have to be innovative. To innovate, you have to imagine. To imagine, you have to dream.

Don't just tour your prison. Break out of the box. Breathe.

Old McDonald Had a Blog

Farm Zoom HDROld Macdonald had a blog, E-I-E-I-O
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Old Macdonald had a Twitter, E-I-E-I-O
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Old Macdonald had a blog, E-I-E-I-O
And on his farm he had a Facebook, E-I-E-I-O
With a like,like here and a like,like there
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With a tweet here and a tweet there
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Everywhere a tweet tweet
With a RSS here and a RSS there
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Everywhere a RSS
Old Macdonald had a blog, E-I-E-I-O

 

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