I was DISTINCTLY TOLD, in the 1990s, that if we put computers into all the things it would make us all super-smart and super-sexy and super-kind and we would all live in houses made of translucent plastic and acid dance and rainforests and we would specifically NOT become a society of giant raging dumbass jerks selling fake nutritional supplements to Nazis.
There were RECEIPTS. Money changed HANDS.
I wish to complain to the MANAGEMENT.
@natecull My mentor in graduate school once wrote a book that expounded the former.
He now writes books mostly about how money and technology have formed an unholy marriage that is ruining the whole world. He's the most gentle and kind and wonderful human, and the most heartbroken person I know, because not only did he believe, he was one of the *prophets*.
<<a very special moment in our recent history – a moment when anything seemed possible. When an entire subculture – like a kid at a rave trying virtual reality for the first time – saw the wild potentials of marrying the latest computer technologies with the most intimately held dreams and the most ancient spiritual truths. It is a moment that predates America Online, twenty million Internet subscribers, Wired magazine, Bill Clinton, and the information superhighway.>>
@TheGibson @natecull Yeah, I mean, I've been on Mastodon for about a year and a half, and it often still feels like that first breath of potential and connection and the kind of globalism that's about knowing people all over the world instead of exploiting people all over the world. The global village, instead of the global factory, if you will.
As the fediverse expands, though, I've felt the tremors of the other internet, like thunder you can't hear yet but can feel, and it makes me nervous.
Imagine if everyone had been on the same IRC channel?!
@TheGibson @natecull I haven't, yet, except for my best meat space friend who was on those old channels. Which surprises me, in some ways, but doesn't in others, because, for the most part, even though we sent each other snail mail and physical photos and exchanged comic books and the like... I didn't actually *know most of their names.* But I can reel off their handles to this day, and it's been 20+ years.
I have already decreed to my circle here that I do not want to know their given names.
My name, my server... they pose the age old question... is Batman Bruce Wayne, or is Bruce Wayne Batman?
Which one is the mask.
I believe that The_Gibson is the best me.
I believe the same about many others out here.
It was around 1999 that I logged into the Interactive Fiction MUD and met the circle of wonderful folks there (Emily Short and others) and for nearly a decade that was my spiritual home.
It was a haven on the Internet and one of the reasons was that it used old technology so there was a sort of a built-in wall against spammers and abuse.
The door was always open, but to want to get in you had to *care*. And then you picked up the culture, which was kind.
@natecull @TheGibson Yeah, that's the thing I LOVE about and am fiercely defensive of on Mastodon. The culture is defended by practicing it daily, and encouraging those who are new to practice it, too.
That *does* happen on those other sites, but the culture is toxic and destructive, but wow, are you "rewarded" for falling in line with it.
Anticapitalist Mastodon instance. Party means fun, not political party. But we're still political.