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################ ################### ######### ### ## ## ## ## ### ## ## ### ## ## ### ## #### ### ## #### ### ## ## ### ## ## ### ## ## ## ## ################ ################## ######### I n f o r m a t i o n, C o m m u n i c a t i o n, S u p p l y E L E C T R O Z I N E Established in 1993 by Deva Winblood Information Communication Supply 3/29/93 Vol.1:Issue9-1 Email To: ORG_ZINE@WSC.COLORADO.EDU E D I T O R S: Local Alias: Email: ICS Positions: ============== ============ ====== ============== Jeremy Bek rApIeR STU521279258 Technical Director,Layout, Writer, Editing, Subscriptions, Letters, Fragment Design Steven Peterson Rufus Firefly STU388801940 Editing, Writer Russel Hutchinson Burnout Writer, Subscriptions, Editing Jason Manczur GReY KnYgHT STU523356717 Writer,Poet,Editing Stephan Manzcur RaVaNa Writer, Editing Deva Winblood MeTaL MaSTeR, ADP_DEVA Ask Deva, Tales of the Ephemeral Unknown, Editing Presence George Sibley MAC_FAC FAC_SIBLEY Editing, Supervisor _________________________________________ /=========================================\ |"Art helps us accept the human condition; | | technology changes it." | \ - D.B. 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S = Sexual Content | | AL = Adult Language V = Violence O = Opinions | |____________________________________________________| ----------------------------------------------------------- | | | 1) First Word ......................Steven Peterson | | | | 2) Closing the "Values-Gap" [O].....Vigdor Schreibman | | | | 3) New Prejudices [O]...............Steven Peterson | | | | 4) To You, i Leave My Heart ........Jason Manzscur | | | | 5) The Concern About Sports | | in the Nineties [O] ............Stefan Manzscur | | | | 6) Computer-Mediated Communication .Steven Peterson | | | ----------------------------------------------------------- _____________________ #=\ \=# | First Word | | by Steven Peterson | #=\____________________\=# Well, we're back after our spring break here in the Gunnison high country. Unfortunately, we only had a week for our official break, so the staff extended it unofficially by delaying production of ICS - sorry, folks. Anyway, we are leading off this issue with a reprint of a thought provoking article which examines V.P. Gore's pseudo-vision of cyber-space (piercing the rhetoric - a distinctly American habit). Then I check in with the latest installment in my "New Prejudices" brand of editorial palaver (this time I take on human rights). Jason, our resident mystic, checks in with yet another poem (it's a deep well he draws from). Stephen Manczur, Jason's brother, has hopped onboard - submitting a piece on the world of sports. Finally, I wind up the issue with the first part of a series on computer-mediated communication. Essentially a review-of-research, I am counting on reader response to provide potential solutions to the myriad difficulties uncovered by researchers. Feel free to overwhelm me with all the ideas you care to share. In other news, ICS is on the cusp of attaining some measure of legitamacy within the bounds of our institution. We've submitted our "constitution" and begun the political process of maneuvering for recognition, and, dare we say it, a budget. So far, ICS has been a pure "not-for-profit" publication (have no fear, it will remain free of advertisements and such) produced by students on existing hardware. Our pleas for money center around the need for Western to give back to the net community by creating a FTP site. Currently, any research done on campus is either doomed to obscurity in print journals or relegated to the academic dust-bin (an utter waste, in my opinion). Creating a rationale for our request was relatively easy; getting the administration to understand it has been difficult. If anyone out there on the net has any practical advice or examples from similar "institutional" campaigns, please send them to us at org_zine. Thanks all, and enjoy the issue. {Next Time - Stories!} -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/ FINS: Communicating the Emerging Philosophy of The Information Age FEDERAL INFORMATION NEWS SYNDICATE VOL II, ISSUE NO. 2 (121 lines) JANUARY 17, 1994 CLOSING THE "VALUES-GAP": Gore's Television Model for Cyberspace By Vigdor Schreibman At the Academy of Television in Los Angeles, Jan 11, Al Gore attempted to once more dramatize his vision for the "information superhighways." He tried to explain why the necessary telecommunications infrastructure should be developed under the total ownership and unregulated control of the monopolist and oligopolist telephone and cable companies. He used the old "bate-and-shift" scam of television hucksters to warm up public support for his legislative initiative. On Dec 21, last year, Gore promised a legislative package that would safeguard the "public needs that outweigh private interests" in this domain. He said "we shouldn't hesitate to chart a new course" to avoid the Titanic catastrophe that could result from reliance upon narrow business self-interest to provide genuine communications, fulfilling the promise of community that this implies. Then, last Tuesday Gore disclosed once again that--lost in a web of political propaganda--he is without a valid perspective on this nation's paramount public needs. The central message conveyed by Gore and his chorus of well rehearsed cyberspace supporters (Mitch Kapor, et al), is that "we must put our trust in the marketplace." This message was delivered in a rigged and lopsided setting to support his cause blindly in the face of all contrary experience, and without examination of existing realities or alternative possibilities. In a bizarre way, the Academy of Television provided a poignant setting for the torrent of false purposes presented to the viewing and listening audience. The model of television communications has brought us a "wasteland" of manipulative infotainment, exploitive sex, and gratuitous violence. Use of the same model in cyberspace, an infinitely more powerful media that includes interactive television, as well as voice and data communications, could be even worse. Gore lost no time in showing us how effectively even the old electronic media can be used to promote false purposes. The marketplace morality that Gore now urges us to accept for cyberspace was relied upon to the maximum by recent administrations that brought us to the brink of fiscal bankruptcy and pervasive urban despair. Opportunism, out of which the morality of the marketplace is derived, has turned our politics into a boiling cauldron of anger and frustration bringing disapproval ratings of Congress to their highest level in history. This primitive morality has made our business enterprises into organs of greed and avarice that cannot compete in world markets, and it has subverted our culture into a wretched squalor culminating in unlimited self-indulgence. In such a society, historian Christopher Lasch has ominously warned, "reason can impose no limits on the pursuit of pleasure--on the immediate gratification of every desire no matter how perverse, insane, criminal, or merely immoral." These conditions underscore the belief by six out of ten people that there needs to be "fundamental changes in the system of government and politics in the United States" and about a quarter think it needs to be "completely rebuilt." [CBS News Poll, June 1992]. The morality of the marketplace in cyberspace is a gross contradiction in terms. The extraordinary success of the Internet during the past decade was predicated upon the cooperative spirit of networkers all over the world, guided by the communitarian purposes and values that drive our library, research, and educational institutions. The NREN model for development of cyberspace that was approved by Congress in 1991, and the stunning success story it tells was emphatically value-driven and not market-centered. Contrary to these realities Al Gore, along with Mitch Kapor and others, are now trying to sell us the notion that we are compelled to "put our trust in the marketplace." This assertion, which is being advanced with the double speak images of television and despicable groupthink techniques--is absolutely unjustified. The administration's telecommunications policy reform initiative, released by the White House Jan 11, states "It is a goal of this Administration that by the year 2000, all of the classrooms, libraries, hospitals, and clinics in the United States will be connected to the NII." Nevertheless, that connection may be of dubious benefit to public service institutions if the NII is designed to maximize the manipulative commercial purposes of the communications content. On the contrary, a major portion of cyberspace must be free from profit pressures, and operated under the independent direction of people who are committed to serving the public good. Gore also promised antitrust protection against the likely abusive conduct of the monopolists and oligopolists who were offered a transitional scheme for deregulation of the telecommunications infrastructure. However, no sane and reasonable person can possibly rely upon such regulatory protection in cyberspace when the political leaders who are now making these promises are at the same time attempting to shape a role for the monopolists in the information infrastructure that is manifestly subversive of the paramount human, social, and ecological interests that must be served by this system. Moreover, the colossal telecommunications industry has proven themselves to be largely impossible to regulate even in narrow economic terms during these early periods of the new electronic media, according to Judge Harold Greene, a jurist who knows them better than anyone. Nevertheless, for all their wealth and coercive power telecommunications companies cannot vote. This is the exclusive right of individual citizens who can personally inform members of Congress about the basics of cyberspace. An electronic preview of my article, "The Politics of Cyberspace," will open Jan 19 at the FINS InfoAge Library: Telnet inforM.umd.edu /Educational_ Resources/Computers_and_Society/Information_Infrastructure/Fins-II-15. This work examines industry dictated visions of a market-centered cyberspace, and value-directed alternatives that can best serve the public good. Get a copy and talk it over with your family and community. Then make sure you all inform policy makers in Congress (listed in the above FINS InfoAge Library at: Congress-Dir), what you think should be the preferred choice for the future of the Information Age. ---------- Federal Information News Syndicate, Vigdor Schreibman, Editor & Publisher, 18 - 9th Street NE #206, Washington, DC 20002-6042. Copyright 1994 FINS. Internet: fins@access.digex.net. FINS is archived at the inforM (Information for Maryland) system. CapAccess, "All the Gopher Servers in the World" or Telnet inforM.umd.edu /Educational_Resources/United_States/Government/FINS. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ _______--------------_______ ( ) > New Prejudices < ( ) > by Steven Peterson < ( ) -----__________________----- Control. That's what everything seems to be about these days. In personal terms, or at the sociological level, a pathological desire to maintain physical and psychological control of others lies at the foundation of our basest acts. Last week, I caught the television interview with Jeffery Dahmer, who is perhaps America's most notorious and frightening criminal. The one reason he offered to explain his desire to commit grotesque and brutal acts was "an obsessive need to control others; to make them do whatever I wanted them to do." Absolutely terrifying in its simplicity, Dahmer's rationalization is hardly new or original. Last week, I kept running into this "logic of control" as I began to read the Human Rights Country Reports (prepared by our U.S. Department of State). Released last month, these reports are drawn from a variety of sources and cover the state of internationally recognized individual, political, civil, and worker rights as set forth in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. This grim review of armed conflicts, torture, and arbitrary detention reveals a lowest common denominator of human behavior: an obsessive drive in individuals to use political organizations to maintain power over individuals. This drive typically expresses itself in the overt mechanisms of "laws" written and designed to grant a select few absolute control over the lives of a population. For purposes of illustration, the two Koreas (North and South) provide an excellent portrait of two nations moving in opposite directions on the road to a more humane, civilized world. According to the report, the "Democratic People's Republic of Korea" (North Korea) continues to suffer under the absolute rule of the Korean Workers' Party (KWP), a political organization which exercises power on behalf of Kim Il Sung, a self-styled dictator. In order to maintain his position, Sung has constructed a form of government predicated on repression, rigid control of the citizenry (there's that word again), and a general prohibition on individual rights. According to Amnesty International, entire families are imprisoned together in forced "reeducation through labor" camps for various crimes. While scant information on North Korea's criminal justice process is known, portions of their Criminal Law are pretty revealing: Article 52, for instance, mandates the death penalty for crimes such as "ideological divergence", "counter-revolutionary crimes", and "collusion with imperialists". The North Korean report goes on to detail a spectrum of insults to the human spirit: detention centers described by defectors as "concentration camps", routine denial of Fair Public Trials to political offenders, strictly curtailed rights of freedom of expression and association, travel restrictions (internal and external), and a total lack of worker's rights - most of the population seems to exist in a state of servitude resembling slavery. In a passage which would fit right into "1984", the report states "Citizens in all age groups and occupations are subject to indoctrination designed to shape and control individual consciousness. This effort is aimed at ensuring reverence for Kim Il Sung and his family, as well as conformity to the State's ideology and authority." About the only missing ingredient in this perverse life- imitating-art tale of anguish and despair is the "Two-Minutes Hate". On the other side of the 38th parallel, the Republic of Korea (South) has taken several long strides toward reforming their nation. Last year, the South Korean people inaugurated Kim Young Sam of the Democratic Liberal Party as their President. According to the report, Kim, the first civilian chief executive to take office in the last thirty years, has "instituted sweeping political reforms to reduce corruption, further institutionalize democracy, and improve human rights" during his first year in office. These reforms are designed to curb, eliminate, or make reparations for the previous administration's excesses and violations of basic human rights. Aside from releasing hundreds of political prisoners, the South Korean government has "mandated disclosure of financial and real estate assets by government officials, first in March, and then in June [of 93], the latter of which led to the resignation of many judicial officials, including the Supreme Court Chief Justice, the Prosecutor General, and the national police chief in September." The ensuing personnel shuffle has replaced these draconian law-givers with individuals "generally considered committed to the independence and integrity of the judiciary." This shuffle has had immediate consequences: violent student unrest has declined radically, political dissidents are being allowed to stage peaceful protests (May Day march), and arrests for political crimes have decreased dramatically (from 305 in 1992 to around 80 in '93). These developments underscore the potential for rapid change in a society committed to the erstwhile values represented by the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Although the South Korean report paints a pretty rosy picture of progress, it also points out an Achille's heel - the long-standing fear of invasion or domination from the north supports certain sanctions against travel across the border and free speech deemed "pro-North Korean" or socialist. Given the North's recent escalation of the nuclear threat and the continued cold-war style military stand-off, their fears and sanctions seem reasonable. In comparing the two Koreas, it's tempting to reduce the situation to an archtypical face-off between socialism and capitalism. To some extent, there are characteristics which lend themselves to that sort of analysis, but the gory details presented in these reports bring the reality of people's pain right into your face. The dispassionate tone of a government document, with its statistics and legalistic language, usually allows me the distance to gain some measure of "objectivity" - not so in this case. So far, I've only read a handful of the more than two hundred reports released last February ... and every one of them can pierce right into my soul. For myself, awareness has been the first step toward attaining a personal sense of "world citizenship". Becoming part of the larger community of *humanity* carries with it certain responsibilities: acquiring personal knowledge of and about the condition of your fellow man and woman, wherever they may be; a desire to do what you can to improve the lives of individuals; and finding the courage to *feel* the pain, the anguish, and the terrible weight of the injustices we would rather not contemplate. It is our outrage, our conscious refusal to accept the status quo, which fuels the collective human drive toward moral evolution. It's up to us, people. On the personal level, we can use our economic power to boycott the products of repressive regimes, we can use our power of the vote in democratic societies to support candidates who will lean on other heads of state to bring their people the rights and guarantees which are the birthright of all humans, and finally, we can pledge our support to human rights groups like Amnesty International. Start in your homes and bring the battle to the larger world. Send letters, attend meetings, be loud, get nasty, whatever it takes - don't let our silence support the despots. I began this column talking about control - the obsessive drive for it we all feel at some point, in some way, in our lives. For me, it's my dog - I go a little nuts when my "training" fails (I never use violence, tho', it simply confuses and scares animals - people too). As Don Quixote discovered in his mythical forays into the "world-as-it-is" of medieval Spain, individual control is illusory; it fails as an instrument for changing the "world-as-it-should-be". It is the collective spirit and drive of a people which ultimately brings change to a society - the days of the benevolent dictator have passed. I, for one, do not mourn their passing. "Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under." - H.L. Mencken ][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][ To You, i Leave My Heart To be the one that you love, For this what would i do? I would prove my love daily, And show that i am true. This poem, in itself, Falls far short of the mark, Of telling you the feelings My heart has made me hark. How then shall i inform you Of the love i feel inside? My shyness will not let me, So i guess love will have to hide. But though for now, and not forever My love, for you, may be hiding, These feelings in my heart, Fore'er will be residing. And if you find out who this is, And say you can not love me, I will say, only these words, "If we are ne'er meant to be, Than how can you hope to explain, The joy and love i feel?" Lest of course you do not believe, Or doubt these things are real. Until the day that i should die, I will love you for my part. But on that day you'll here these words, "To you, i leave my heart." /\_ KNYGHT 0#####|JM>=========================> \/- :+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+:+ _____ ______ /xxxxx\ / \ |xxxxxxx| __________________________________________ / \_____ \ |xxxxxxx| \The Concern about Sports in the Nineties/ \ \/ \xxxxx/ \ / \~~~~~\/ ~\_/~ \ by Stefan Manczur / ~~~~~~ |=| \__________________________________/ |=| |=| |=| \0/ Spectators of most sports enjoy seeing their home team win. That is hardly an unreasonable desire, but recent events have brought many people to a fundamental question: Are the sports worth the hype? The first international incidents involving sports were the world- famous (or infamous) spectator brawls at World Cup soccer games. Fans would literally fight supporters of the other team. Nothing was done. The stadium fights of hockey are better than the fights on the ice. Nothing was done. Last year, tennis superstar Monica Seles was assaulted by a fan of Steffi Graf to ensure a victory for Ms. Graf. Legal charges were brought upon the assailant and the security of tennis was improved, but nothing was done to demonstrate the inappropriate behavior of the assailant. This year's Olympics were marred with the now-famous Tonya Harding-Nancy Kerrigan incident. Still, nothing was done. The values of sports have been changed to something grotesque. Win at all costs. This sentiment is rooted down to the primary school level, winners are better, regardless of the cost. Nobody cares about how you play the game anymore, just that your team wins. Who are the victims? The athletes are obviously unaffected, otherwise, why would Charles Barkley inform the world that his only reason for going to Barcelona, Spain, in 1990 was to win himself a gold? The fans still love the competition, so they must have been spared the loss of sports integrity. How about the children who look to superstars as role models? Yes, they suffer, and they suffer for everyone. Posing the problem is far easier than solving it. Do we expect sports heroes to play honestly, with integrity, for the simple love of the game? How unreasonable is that? What would be wrong with a sports union, like the labor professions. Many people will argue that the true superstars deserve the money, but why? A chimpanzee can be trained to put a ball in a hoop, and it won't expect a great reward. A standard salary will reduce contract disputes, and it would set the game to the basics, playing for the love of the game. Those who love the game will play competatively regardless of the money they earn. The best case in point is All-Pro NFL lineman Max Montoya. For years he was paid far less than other members of his team, but he played with a million-dollar intensity. The salary idea is not to try to reduce athletes to paupers. They can be paid a standard amount of the lower-middle class income with respect to the area they live in. Obviously, an athlete in Iowa needs less annual income than one in California, and it should be reflected in the salary guidelines. The most adamant against this idea are the athletes, as it could amount to millions of dollars lost compared to the status quo. But the winners would be the thousands of children and adults who can see a sports event played by those who truly love the game. That's far better than victory at all costs. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Computer-Mediated Communication Part 1 By Steven Peterson ICS is, by design, a 'zine devoted to providing our readers with a distillation of the best or most interesting thoughts and ideas we come across. In a sense, we (the humble staff and contributors) are using technology to present symbolic information to you, our audience, in a relatively new and different manner. Although we employ a traditional sort of lay-out, what makes this enterprise unique is the delivery mechanism (e-mail); it is an example of one of the forms of computer- mediated communication (CMC) which now offer individuals, small groups, and larger organizations new and different methods of channelling information and routing communications. Most forms of CMC utilize networked or multi-user programming; this simple fact fundamentally alters the nature of small-group and mass communications through shifting the focus of interaction from a one-to-many to a many-to-many distribution architecture (within the context of the machinery, at least). In this series of articles, I will survey CMC related research conducted during the 80s and 90s which examines human responses to this new technology and defines some of the communication challenges it presents to all who use it. The proliferation of computer networks and their growing use for communicative purposes during the 1980s led Kiesler et. al., a research group from Carnegie Mellon university, to investigate the social and psychological issues CMC technology presented. Working with the existing technologies (1984), the team identified five important social and psychological aspects of CMC: time and information processing pressures, absence of regulating feedback, dramaturgical weakness, few status and position cues, and the potential depersonalizing effects of social anonymity (Kiesler 1125). As many of you are no doubt aware, these five aspects surface as either benefits or drawbacks to virtually every form of CMC, depending on the context, the intended purpose, and the degree of structure imposed by the specific format. Kiesler's initial study (the first to use modern, fast terminals and flexible conferencing and mail software) examined the impact of CMC on group interaction and decision-making processes as compared to traditional face-to-face methods. The study charted the efforts of three-person groups to reach group consensus on choice-dilemma problems in varied conditions: face-to-face conferencing, simultaneous computer conferencing, anonymous simultaneous computer conferencing, and e-mail. The first variable (or aspect), communication efficiency, identified time-consuming information processing problems in the many-to-many format of CMC. Kiesler noted "CMC groups took longer to reach consensus than did face-to-face groups, and they exchanged fewer remarks in the time allowed them" (1128). Apparently, the swift distribution of many thoughts and ideas taxes the individual's capacity to sort information - somewhat analogous to putting a two-barrel carburetor on a twelve-cylinder engine - it fires, but not very efficiently. At the individual level, attempting to deal with the combined outputs of multiple listservs can become overwhelming in a hurry. Many of my peers describe various methods of "editing" on-the-fly as they browse through subject lines, describing the process as "crude, but effective". Quite often, they confess to "unsubscribing" from one list or another because they simply do not have time to sort through it all (a message common in ICS unsub requests). This sort of all-or-nothing response to the electronic "tower of babel" underscores the human need for context, organization, and relevance. To varying degrees, the other four social and psychological aspects identified by Kiesler affect the efficiency and rate of participation in CMC environments: the absense of regulating feedback is linked to an increase in uninhibited verbal behavior ("flaming") and to a greater rate in decision shifting; dramaturgical weakness (the lack of non-verbal cues and reinforcement) seems to affect the decision-making process by masking leadership cues (1129); the status and position cues evident in face-to-face communication create an inequality of participation which is reduced in CMC formats; and the social anonymity CMC offers can be liberating or alienating, depending on the perspective of the individual and the amount of "embedded structure" in the specific format (1130). Despite the difficulties and drawbacks Kiesler's team identified, they somewhat prophetically note the popularity of the medium and predict "a more permanent effect [of CMC] might be the extension of participation in group or organizational communication. This is important because it implies more shared information, more equality of influence, and, perhaps, a breakdown of social and organizational barriers" (1131). This breakdown of barriers occasionally surfaces at Western State (home to ICS); personally, I have exchanged some e-mail with administrators and professors, and Western has an on-line advising service which offers same-day e-mail responses to a wide variety of questions. Although the technology may be in place, the barriers still have not really fallen: the address may be widely available, but if the receiver chooses to ignore all messages, no progress is possible (we all may be aware of president@whitehouse.gov, but it's not quite the same as getting a message into the man's hands). Kiesler's ground breaking study provides an excellent base for a comparative analysis of CMC research - the same social and psychological aspects surface in many of the studies conducted over the last ten years. As a reminder, I will lead off installments in this series with a "boxed set" of the five central issues of CMC research: ______________________________________________________ | Five Aspects of computer-mediated communication (CMC)| | 1) Time/Information processing pressures | | 2) Absence of regulating feedback | | 3) Dramaturgical weakness | | 4) Few status/position cues | | 5) Depersonalization of social anonymity | ------------------------------------------------------ As I examine research on electronic bulletin boards (EBBs), electronic brainstorming programs (EBS), and group decision support software (GDSS) in future installments, I invite you to e-mail your thoughts and suggestions concerning possible solutions to the "big 5" to me at Org_Zine@wsc.colorado.edu - please incorporate "CMC" into the subject line. I will attempt to append a distillation of the most promising solutions as something of a public service (guerrilla innovation?). Part 2 will cover EBS research, so please send in your suggestions for handling large numbers of ideas on a daily basis. Work Cited Kiesler, Sara, et.al. "Social Psychological Aspects of Computer-Mediated Communication." *American Psychologist*. 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S = Sexual Content | | AL = Adult Language V = Violence O = Opinions | |____________________________________________________| ------------------------------------------------------ | 1) A Cautionary Note [O] ...........Steven Peterson| | 2) What Is Mine ....................Clint Thompson | | 3) Email Culture 2 [O]..............George Sibley | | 4) Peak 9 ..........................Steven Peterson| | 6) Shine ...........................Jason Manzcur | | 7) Last Word [O]....................Steven Peterson| ------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- *************************************************************************** <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> A Cautionary Note to Congress By Steven Peterson [Note: The Clipper chip is an integrated circuit the U.S. government wishes to place in all computers, cellular phones, and cable t.v. boxes. Its purpose is to allow our National Security Agency and other law enforcement agencies to "tap" and decode our messages. Our leaders are pushing the Clipper as an alternative to "PGP" and other robust encryption programs. The "backdoor" feature designed into the program creates a conflict between our right to privacy and the government's desire to prevent criminals and terrorists from using the 'Net.] The Clipper Chip is doomed to fail miserably ... for many reasons. Our government's arrogance and ignorance shine through with a special luminosity on this piece of legislation. One of the first laws of the digital culture (if you can build it, we can hack it) will prevent the chip from serving its intended purpose. No matter how brilliantly you may design it, there are sixteen-year-old kids out there who *will* tear it apart, figure it out, and subvert it for their own purposes. Simply for the challenge it offers. The Clipper proposal makes as much sense as building a state-of-the-art safe, sticking a million dollars in it, and then putting it in a safe-cracker's living room. It will be broken, it's just a matter of time. The underlying arrogance of the NSA and the designers of this chip will prove to be their downfall; there is no way any team of individuals can stay ahead of the collective abilities of an entire sub- culture bent on maintaining its right to privacy. The second law of the digital culture (if it can be established, it can be subverted and/or compromised) will give the NSA more grief than the first law. Anyone bent on using the National Information Infrastucture (NII) for nefarious purposes is going to love the Clipper. Government agencies are not the only organizations which understand the value of dis-information. Anyone bright enough to use advanced tele-communications is bright enough to send anyone listening in on wild goose chases around the globe. Remote login and mirror commands will distract investigative agents, embedded or multiple layers of encryption will confuse the issue, and with 40 million plus users of e-mail, the sheer volume will prohibit any systematic efforts to isolate criminal or terrorist messages. The third law of the digital culture (knowledge cannot be suppressed) points out the "pandora's box" problem of attempting to control encryption; PGP and other encryption programs are already out there. The government can prohibit, proscribe, and prosecute, but it cannot put the djinni back in the bottle. Drawing battle-lines between the Constitution and the NSA's misguided, foolish attempt to maintain its ability to snoop at will only divides our nation and diverts everyone from the real issue - how can we use this tool to improve the state and quality of human civilization. Technology is rapidly changing the human condition; wasting grotesque amounts of money trying to prevent any undesirable elements from changing with it is as foolish as trying to stop the hands of time. I realize that we all must bow to the absurd from time to time; however, the price tag on the Clipper folly is just too high to quietly accept. Dissipating our time, money, and energy on a quixotic battle to contain the uncontainable will only slow progress. The Clinton White House and Congress must face the fact that the only way to achieve any real control of digital communication will be to: a) dismantle the Internet; b) confiscate all computers and modems (and the parts used to build them); and c) transform our nation into a totalitarian state. No power on Earth has managed to make that plan succeed (the first example that springs to mind is the underground 'Net distribution of reports from Chinese students during the Tianneman Square demonstrations). Indeed, no plan to grant a government that sort of power deserves to succeed - it's an open insult to the dignity and character of human beings. Please feel free to re-distribute this note to all who are involved in this debate. We must STOP and THINK before we set in motion any measure such as Clipper which threatens to rend the fabric of our society. Future generations of Americans will not forgive us for our ignorance and short-sightedness on this issue. Act Now! _____________________________________________________________________________ ############################################################################# +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- WHAT IS MINE By Clint Thompson "It established the Commerce Department to therefore and hitherto, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera..." Sometimes I don't understand our world. (Or the countries and people in it) But when Our Flag is unfurled there is a small spot in my heart that understands a courageous act. Right now I wish that I could be somewhere else. I mean besides this class, Not on some other planet or anything. (Even though the thought has crossed my mind) I get tired of sitting on this hard wood chair with it's hard wood back. I get tired of hearing this nonsense of "Expressed, Implied, and Inherent Powers" POWER to me is wielded with a Silver Sword from astride a White Horse. Evil against me and thee. I have never seen such an act outside of dreams. (Dreams I paid four fifty to be) "Please turn to page 358 for a list of the Blah, blah, blah, yak, yak, yak..." By now I have listed and catalogued my complaints in my mind, I suppose I keep them for a day that will not come. (That day I will tell the world how I really feel) But then, I think that maybe it isn't quite as bad as all that. I mean, Yesterday I held a sunrise, Free of charge. And when I finished the book I knew that light still burned in my own eyes. Clint Thompson --> ADP_CLINT@WSC.COLORADO.EDU ============================================================================== ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ EMAIL CULTURE 2: CREATING THE EMAIL ELITE Email is a unique communication vehicle for a lot of reasons. However email is not a substitute for direct interaction. I comb my hair everytime before I send email hoping to appear attractive. I try and use punctuation in a friendly way also. I send :) and never :(. --Bill Gates, email to writer John Seabrook, THE NEW YORKER In one of our earlier issues, one of the Western State writers working on the 'zine expressed his own fascination with the net in particular and the emerging electronic culture in general: A computer screen and a connection to the world become the greatest equalizing force I have ever known. Once you sit down and enter Cyberspace, there are no longer any judgments; there is no race, no creed, no gender. . . . You are defined simply by how much you know and how you choose to use that knowledge. I found that very appealing at the time, but have been thinking about it a lot since--trying to figure out to what extent I really believe, and to what I extent I just wish I did. It is true enough that the email culture is color-blind and gender-blind. Nobody knows anything about you that you don't tell them. The flip side of that, of course, is the extent to which e-mail culture can become color-and- gender fantasyland: it is hard to check up on what anyone tells you about themselves. Most of the stories relevant to this point going around the computer sweatshops at the college are gender-related: either about an "e-romance" that turned out be an "all-users" kind of a mass mailing to a stable of potential significant others, or an electronic cross-dresser pulling a Tootsie on someone of the same gender. In cyberspace, the distinctions between "sex" and "gender" either take on a new significance or lose significance. Observations and experience on this would be appreciated here. The racial implications of the flip side are even more interesting. While I haven't heard the possibility verified in practice, I've been cogitating a story--one of the ones I'll never get around to writing, and so hereby release to anybody with the time and interest: the story is about a racist-fascist-fanatic who "fishes the nets," pretending to be a radical of whatever race he happens to hate the most, just to see who he can uncover. In my favorite version, a KuKluxer type gets his virtual rocks off by starting a black supremacist EBB full of a virulent anti-white invective, and hunting down any hapless blacks who respond. The denouement comes when he finds himself stalking another "cyberracist" like himself, who is in fact stalking him. . . . Do your own ending. Such thoughts, however, engender meditations on what happens to communication when it is reduced entirely to a message--when, for the recipient, the messenger can only be inferred from the message, and vice- versa. John Seabrook explored this phenomenon at some length in his recent NEW YORKER essay on Microsoft founder Bill Gates, whom he did not meet in person, face to face, until several weeks after communicating with him via e-mail. His reflections on the differences are worth perusing on your own. E-mail, of course, does not introduce this situation; it is as old as writing. But it does bring it to a global extreme that probably warrants consideration. Human culture depends absolutely on human communication, and all communication occurs through expressions in a variety of "languages." The word "language" itself derives from the Latin word for "tongue" (lingua), and originally referred just to "the body of words and systems for their use, common to a people who are of the same community or nation, geographic area, or cultural tradition" (Webster). Through time and usage, however, the meaning of the word broadened (or deteriorated, if you prefer) to mean "communication of meaning in any way"--any set of consensual agreements in the cultural group on what certain movements, looks, touches, and the like mean, as well as sounds or symbolized sounds. "Language" is thus "body language," "eye language," eyebrow language," and any number of other more or less formalized ways we have of communicating meaning without having to say or write anything. Even if you don't accept "body language" or "eye language" as true "languages," you cannot deny that when we make the spoken word the centerpiece, so to speak, in a direct person-to-person communication, we consciously or unconsciously augment the tongue with a host of body movements, eye movements, vocal inflections, and other ways of communicating meaning. What we are wearing while speaking communicates meaning, as does the platform from which we speak (above the audience behind a podium, beneath the audience in a chair, beside the audience in bed, etc.). And all of this takes place in a atmosphere of (usually) silent but constant feedback from the recipient-audience that also communicates meaning-- the glazed look we professors see in the eyes of students (which is why some professors never look up while professing), the intensely interested look which can sometimes inspire elucidation far beyond our previous development of any idea, the look of irritation or anger that causes us to modify or temper our speech, and maybe our body language. Seabrook found disconcerting Gates' tendency to rock back and forth in his chair during conversation. Others have observed at great length that all of the technological "extensions" of human communication have, in one way or another, limited the richness and diversity of communication found in the person-to-person exchange. The telephone eliminates all communication but the spoken word; radio and tele- vision are generally used in ways that eliminate any two-way communication. But no form is "barer" in this sense than the first "technological extension" of communication: written language. Even the voice is eliminated; what you see before you is nothing but abstract markings, symbols animated only be whatever empathetic vibes I, the writer, can awaken in you, the reader, out of our common backgrounds of affective and cognitive experience. That it works at all is no small part of the miracle of the human mind. That it works so magnificently so much of the time for serious readers is a phenomenon that may deserve more attention than we give it. For example--children who live with books before they come to live with television are initially disappointed with television: the jumpy little pictures on the tube cannot come close to matching the pictures invoked in their minds by symbols on paper. But it may be only a paradigmatic bias that makes us assume this makes television inferior to reading. Aren't those magnificent imaginings a little . . . addictive? They certainly were for me, as a pre-TV person. And aren't they a kind of a deliberate manipulation of the mind--a partial deprivation of the mind's usual sensory inputs to induce a kind of artificial stimulation? Would it alter our cultural and educational perspectives any, if "nine doctors out of ten" agreed that reading is a potentially dangerous adventuring in "guided sensory deprivation for the purpose of inducing hallucinations"? ("It's midnight and your child is in bed with a book. . . . Do you know where she is?") Well. But coming back to the original student comment that inspired this exploration--I am less and less convinced of the egalitarian quality of the nets. Anyone who has had the experience of trying to teach writing at any educational level from elementary school to college knows what an elite is created by any medium that only transmits written language. As a writing teacher, I am no longer susceptible to the democratic fiction that, if only the schools were better, we could all become truly literate. When it comes to the practice of written language, we are not all created equal. We might as well say that, if the gym teachers would all only do their job, we could all be NFL quarterbacks. To say that we can all learn "competency" in literacy only begs the question in a sense. We can all learn to throw well enough to play ball with the dog and get most of our trash in the wastebasket. But taking that kind of "competency" into a cultural arena designed by and scaled to NFL standards hardly puts one on a level playing field. Nevertheless, that is what the really literate people--call us the "ultraliterate"--have, consciously or unconsciously, attempted to impose on our cultures through the education system. We expect people who barely read, and who will never really enjoy it, to be intelligent on paper about Shakespeare--and not real Shakespeare but "read Shakespeare." These are not necessarily stupid people; they are just aliterate people--probably something well over half of any given human population at this point in our evolution. (And on the other hand, there are some truly stupid, insensitive people for whom literacy is easy--quite a few of them seem to end up in English Lit Departments. Who can figure?) In the essay--that faring-forth into idea, that attempting, the essay-- we can see what happens to communication when the ultraliterate take over a culture with print media like magazines, newspapers, and email (an attempt to wrest back the tube?). Prior to around the middle of the 19th century, most essayists wrote out of an awareness of--and probably substantial experience in--an oral culture: they wrote as if they were giving a speech to an audience they couldn't quite see but of which they still had to take account. Which is to say, more specifically, they were making a presentation as if someone might suddenly challenge them on a point, maybe with an old vegetable. But after the turn of that century, after the burgeoning of the new "mass media," when print became as cheap as trees, we can see that "orational essay" begin to be replaced by the "journalistic essay": an unloading of literary broadswords, rapiers, daggers, needles and other cutting instruments with which the speaker "spoke," not as a target up in front of a possibly armed multitude, but as a shielded "weapon" himself, firing from behind a battery of increasingly expensive equipment, invulnerable to rotten vegetables, and able to both select and have the last word with responses from the audience. The mass print media made the audience a passive nonforce rather than an active participant in communication--an entity to be seduced rather than approached, "dealt with" rather than engaged. If it sounds like I am saying that the print media have led to an increasingly uncivil discourse in the one-way transmissions that pass for communication in modern society-- I guess that is in fact what I am saying. Television cannot, however, be at all considered a way of restoring civility (or true communication) to communication--it just adapts for an oral elite the strategies that worked for the literate elite, in turning communication into a one-way tool for manipulating people. If it is more successful, it is only because more people are reachable through oral, as opposed to literate, approaches. But television learned its strategies from the newspaper, not from the theatre--which like the oration, was, is, a two- way interactive process of communication. The hard truths behind the observation that "we allow freedom of the media to anyone who can afford one" makes a mockery of the concept of communication in a market economy. In one sense, e-mail culture does begin to be a step back toward a truer form of communication: everyone on the nets is more or less equally accessible; as soon as you put your thoughts out there with an electronic address, you set yourself up for a splat by the virtual vegetable. We will see whether this will tend to restore a more "oral" civility to written discourse. Whether the medium changes the nature of the messages or not, however, it is important to recognize that it is a medium of communication among a privileged elite: an elite because it selects for literacy, and privileged because of the access, which is still pretty much limited by participation in certain economic and political institutions. Just based on the part of the population it draws from, the nature of the discourse one encounters, and the fascination with gaming and role-playing evident in the college computer sweatshops turning out the next generation of emailers, I would predict that the "email elite" will probably evolve into a class somewhat like the samurai of feudal Japan: a potentially dangerous warrior class that has been neutralized by elaborate behavior codes, privilege, and a generous access to the leavings and scraps from the real powers. The nets will keep most of us ultraliterati docile and happy, consciously or unconsciously directing our work-energy toward maintaining the status quo that maintains the net that "nets" us all. --George Sibley fac_sibley@wsc.colo.edu ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ******************************************************************************* <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Peak 9 By Steven Peterson The storm had moved in, transforming the mountain into a shrouded, quiet place. On the other side of the gate, the seclusion of the forest extended its familiar, silent invitation. The hike out took me away from the ski runs and humanity, enveloping me in the cool comfort of a solitary relationship with nature. In a spiritual sense, I have always found it easy to attain a measure of serenity on the side of a mountain. As the isolation and sense of control swept over my soul, I kept my head down and marched through the blizzard. Once the noise of the lifts and the crowds had faded into the distance, I stopped to enjoy the odd juxta- position of my inner peace and the exterior chaos of the storm. The easy tranquility of my sojourn shattered as the soft, white, drifting snow accepted my entrance with an ominous fracturing sound. The wind-packed slab lining the high alpine chute broke and began its deadly dance with gravity down the side of the mountain, taking me along as an unwilling partner. From the moment my feet shot out from under me, time stood still in the same awful way it does in a violent car accident. I instinctively recoiled my legs and pulled my feet back under me as the first suitcase-sized block of snow hit me in the back - everything was in motion, and I realized I couldn't just ride it out. Without looking back, I rolled my hips and set my edges for all I was worth. The motion of the snow beneath and behind me grabbed my skis and propelled me toward the side of the chute like a sailboat tacking into the wind. It felt like the hand of God was throwing me toward the scraggly little trees separating the funnel shaped couloirs. Never one to look a gift miracle in the mouth, I clutched on to the first branch that came within reach, stepped into the lee of a drift, and watched the chunky river of snow accelerate and grind its way down and down. I stood there, holding that branch, for a long while. Pins and needles were stabbing my face, my heart was hammering away, and I suddenly felt mortal for the first time in my life. Very mortal ... and insignificant. My illusory sense of control over the environment had been snatched away in an instant, forcing me to confront the vast indifference of the physical forces which shape and define our brief existence on this world. Death was not only possible, but real. The tidal force of this revelation washed away the petty conceits and frustrations I had begun the day with; each moment on the side of that mountain suddenly felt precious - I could no longer view life through the same old lens. I also could not remain where I was, clinging to a branch between two likely avalanche paths. The storm was beginning to lift a little, and the awful privacy of my predicament would not last. Once the patrollers caught sight of the football-field sized hole in the snow, all hell would break loose. I had to tell them what I had done, that there were no victims trapped, before they called out the search and rescue teams. Letting go of my fear, I descended and began the long trek across the valley back to the lift. * * * Adrenaline, guilt, and anxiety propelled me toward the lift in a confusing rush of emotions. Although I could command my body to move with precision, I felt numb. The pins and needles were no longer stabbing my face, but I could only see the tears falling against the lens of my goggles. The raw animal joy of survival collided with a sweaty fear of reprisal as the lift carried me toward the patrol hut. I condemned myself for committing a titanic act of vandalism: voluntarily defacing the pristine wilderness out of purely hedonistic motives. The storm had only lifted for a moment, and I convinced myself that nobody had spotted my handiwork yet. As I kicked my skis off outside the hut, I tried to frame what I had done in Meaningful Terms for the authorities. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. Three patrolmen in various states of undress paused in their conversation and sized me up. One of them asked, "Help ya?" I stood for a moment in the warm, humid air, listening to the crackle of the radio and trying to gain some measure of control over my breathing. Finally, I managed to croak out, "Um, yeah, I have to report a slide across the valley." The patrolman who had spoken to me responded with a frown, glancing over at his buddy. On the ride up the lift, I had imagined many possible reactions, but disbelief wasn't one of them. The patrolman's buddy looked over at me, smiled, and said "Oh, really, where?" I looked down at my boots, gulped some air, and replied "The middle chute, across the valley, out of bounds on Peak 9." The trembling of my voice and the specificity of the claim got everyone's immediate attention - all motion in the room stopped. The radio's chatter punctuated the sudden silence; all eyes focused on me as I continued, "I was alone, no one was hurt, don't send anyone up there." In the moment before they reacted, I stood there, feeling the naked helplessness of the confessor. The implicit foolishness of my act made it sound like a botched suicide attempt. I flinched, and the dam broke. The patrolwoman standing in the corner reached for her radio. The two seated patrolmen bolted out of their chairs and raced to the window, vainly attempting to visually verify my claim. Yet another patrolman emerged from the office in back and walked over to face me as I slumped into the chair next to the door. The patrolwoman in the corner stared at me as she spoke into her radio: "PHQ, this is Timberline ... I have a report of a slide in the Valley Brook chutes. The witness states there are no victims, repeat, all clear, do not investigate." The sharp tone of her voice contained an accusation. The patrolman from the office, obviously a supervisor, leaned over toward me and asked "Just what were you doing up there, anyway?" "Exploring." "Almost got the ride of a lifetime, huh?" "I knew better, it was stupid." "Yeah, we all know better." With that, he rose and left for the office. The other two patrolmen pointedly ignored me; the patrolwoman with the radio stared at me with open contempt. No Absolution Here. * * * I left the hut and returned to the storm-world enveloping the mountain. The meager heat of Timberline station had failed to bring any sensation to my face; the pelting snow could not penetrate the novocaine numbness produced by the latent shock value of my experience. As I beat the snow from my boots and stepped back into my bindings, all I could think about was warmth; human warmth, the kind that can house a soul in the sanctuary of kinship and camaraderie. I set off down the most direct route to the base of the mountain, in search of a sympathetic ear, hoping to east the burden of my terror. Walking into the bar, boots unbuckled, I threaded my way through the crowd of tourists and claimed a stool. Shaking badly, I flagged down Ray, the bartender, and ordered a double whiskey rocks. Sensing my distress, Ray asked, "What's wrong, man ... you don't look so good." "Think I just beat million-to-one odds. I triggered a slide up on 9." My lips had that just-from-the-dentist deadness that makes you sound like Elmer Fudd. I think I lost him with "twiggewed." "Say what?" I wiped my face, trying to massage some blood to the surface, and repeated myself. Ray looked at me and said "Wow, how big was it?" "Big, real big." "Glad you made it out," Ray began, "but what in hell were you thinking?" He continued, "People die that way. Every year. And I'm one of the stiffs who has to go dig 'em up." Ray was on the local Search and Rescue team. He also had a peculiar sense of humor. "I'm tellin' you man, it's an ugly way to die ... them frozen faces are never smilin'." I thought about my own frozen face, how far I had pushed my luck, and the fragile balance required to keep body and soul in one piece. Ray's rebuke sent me to my drink for the mute solace it offered. Every sip flooded my rib cage with the false heat that alcohol provides. For a while, I reflected on the randomness of life, the arbitrary happening of events, and the unlikely circuits which bring us together as we wage our individual struggles. After a while, the adrenaline faded, and I regained enough composure to make the voyage home. Gradually, I felt a state of emotional equilibrium return as I rode the bus down-valley with a happy crowd of tourists. Their boisterous voices and raucous laughter brought me out of my reverie; I thought I could return to my normal life without showing any scars from my experience. * * * As I huddled in my cold, lonely bed that night, I felt a need to reflect on my past: childhood memories, adolescent battles, recent brushes with love. The brightest common thread running through the fabric of my existence was an obsessive need to control my environment. My arrogance in the snow that day brought me the wisdom to recognize the vain futility of my machinations. As I drifted off, visions of snow and the silent majesty of a mountain couloir flashed across my mind. They lie when they say your life flashes before your eyes. It reels out slowly, allowing you to recall and relive all the polite fictions and glorious realities which give form to your substance. The snow is crushing me, and I cannot breathe. * * * Dedicated to the memories of Nick, Paul, Martin, and Alex - four young souls who didn't make it down from Peak 7 on February 18, 1987. Rest well, friends. Copyright (c) 1994 by Steven Peterson -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ================================================================================ SHINE When do the stars shine Just for me to see? When I look into your eyes And you look back at me. When it comes to a bright glow, And this is true; The rays of the sun Have nothing on you. My love for you Makes the stars shine Your voice and eyes And lips are divine. Heav'n could not give Me a better gift. If I could, I'd open a rift, In space and in time, That we could be Forever together, Just you and me. But since I can not, Let me just say; "I will always Love you anyway." And you should know, I will forever. And all storms, Our love can weather. KNYGHT _______________________________________________________________________________ ############################################################################### ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Last Word By Steven Peterson It's the half-way mark of the semester for the humble staff of ICS. As we move through the semester, producing the 'zine offers us a chance to express ourselves and explore the possibilities of communication without direct interference or surveillance from any agency. We like that. So... I have a vested interest in seeing the Clipper legislation voted down. And I'd like to you to join in the battle ... if you're interested, take a few minutes and send an e-mail message with "I oppose Clipper" in the body to "clipper.petition@cpsr.org" (U.S. citizens, only). The cpsr stands for Computer Professionals for Social Responsibility. 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