Week 9 – flaneurs and cyborgs – cyborgs and flaneurs – both transgressors; both providing us with new ways to view the world and to be viewed in it. Both providing new worlds, maybe.
I have recently had some comments on my posts- all of which were unashamedly requested. It was nice to get someone in here – always nice to have someone to talk to. The only problem is, they don’t stick around for seconds. It’s a bit of a lonely life being a lifestreamer. You get to talk to yourself quite a lot. A good place to reflect, but possibly not such a great area for socialising.
I am coming to equate this lifestream with a tamagotchi – you have to keep feeding it or else it dies. It can be a bit of a drain – it is a bit too ravenous for my liking at the moment in Week 9 when all I want to do is read and think a lot in order to let things settle in to my brain. Having to feed the beast results in me reading and then thinking too little as a result of the time pressures that feeding the stream puts on me. Maybe I am a sea bird who has to regurgitate her food for her hungry chick. I’m not nourishing myself enough - just spewing out semi-digested matter. Maybe I am a sea bird feeding a tamagotchi?
Like me lifestream my tamagotchi died of neglect too, I agree utterly… the last 2 weeks readings have drained me a little, and I am reluctant to keep feeding the stream, just for the sake of points. But it has been an interesting experiment, hasn’t it?
Hi Sarah
I don’t see our lifestreams as dying. They are simply not being fed as much as previously. But if you go to them, they are all there – digital paper trails of our learning activity. I do however agree that if I haven’t been to my lifestream for a couple of days, I feel guilty. I seem to have embodied it as part of my psyche now.
So far as feeling lonely goes, feel free to Tweet me anytime. I work my own hours these days and am happy to respond to some peer interaction.
Cheers