On friendship and technology; or, FRIEND COMPUTER!
I've been reading Nunberg's edited volume, The Future of the Book, for class, and so have been wading through a fair bit of anti-techno-utopian rhetoric. Normally, that's cool, because I'm no techno-utopian. But the way in which I am not techno-utopian is that I recognize the continuities and remediations (thanks, Bolter and Grusin) in new media forms. So I don't like the rhetoric that relies on assuming that new media fundamentally alter the ways that we connect to one another.
So, that said. I appreciate when people put effort into exploring how people will be people through a variety of media forms. And recently, Maureen O'Connor, writing for NYMag's The Cut blog, penned a great post about friendship in the digital age and group texting and dress rehearsing nudes.
I have to admit, I think The Cut does a consistently thorough and thoughtful treatment of elements of modern culture from the perspective of style and fashion. But this post in particular came at a good time for my mental universe, just as I was grappling with a rhetoric of rupture and social revolution. It's about how a group of childhood (maybe young adulthood is better?) friends came together through texting. It's about how two friends share their insecurities by texting pictures to one another. And it's nothing utopian or too idealistic, but it shows how people manage to keep a sense of social interaction because that's the point of all this.
I've had a blog of some sort or another since 2003. For me, writing on blogs is always a quasi-meditative task, with a nameless, faceless audience. I take pleasure in this distance, sometimes. I know that part of my process is just writing things out, and if people happen to comment and leave their thoughts on my writings, then I can incorporate those and be an even better writer. But this is different from friendship. Friendship requires a sense of reciprocity, or at least of mutual recognition. (Feel free to substitute any kind of positive human relationship for "friendship" there.) The faceless nonexistent audience that I imagine when writing a blog post, the echo chamber of my own metaphorical shower stall, that is emphatically not the kind of engagement that O'Connor is describing. And that's kind of a great thing. All kinds of engagement are possible, we just have to make it so. Not our technologies, ourselves.
Maybe allowing ourselves to explore—new technologies, new forms, new social networks—brings us closer to that wonderment that makes magic happen.
Also, the "Friend computer" is a reference to Paranoia, a hilariously enjoyable role-playing game.