Facebook Partying and the Future of Privacy...

Friday, March 12, 2010 by Ric

I was just looking at my facebook profile page and listening to the latest album by Muse, called "The Resistance," when I had a sort of epiphany. The friends section of my profile contains around 550 'friends'. I'm sure some of these friends are closer to me and than others, and I guarantee I've never met a few of these friends in real life... or least not in the last 10 years. Moreover, there are 'friends' on this list that know me but don't feel comfortable enough to make a comment on any of my facebook actions, despite interacting with my life every now and then by creeping through my pictures or even reading this blog. It's amazing the level of anonymity that facebook contributes to your life. Once upon a time if you wanted to know anything about anyone you had only a couple options:
  • 1. You could find a way of getting into contact with the person yourself, which, depending on their proximity to you, could be quite a challenge - especially in the days of the written letter and horse-drawn carriage;
  • 2. You could go to town and tap into the gossip mills. But really, how accurate would that be? Playing broken telephone will only get you so far when you're trying to figure out how a person is feeling as opposed to where they are and what they are doing - and even then, the news would be so delayed that you would only hear of a person's one-week vacation somewhere around 3 weeks after they return.

Think of the difference in networking between then and now. Now you can obain personal and accurately up-to-date information about a person directly from that person, who presumably has posted pictures on his or her facebook page to show an evolving appearance over time; has written a "status" update, to let you know that they are currently brushing their teeth, but that 1 hour ago they were watching tv with their 'boo', and that 3 hours ago they couldn't wait to go to the Muse concert tonite, 'bitchezzzzzzzzz'; and that they have just become friends with 3 people you've never heard of and one that you have (your ex-boyfriend); and that they 'liked' someone else's link to a youtube video, which you end up watching and 'liking' also. The best (or worst?) part about all of this is that they will never ever know that you know this much about them because you never had to so much as mention their name in public in order to get this kind of information, much less get into contact with them. These people are referred to as "Facebook Stalkers"... but guess what? We've all done it to some degree or another. Society is developing a fetish for voyeurism, we love to know others' business but we don't want them knowing that we do.

My train of thought got even more interesting when I envisioned what 550 people (my entire facebook friends list) would look like if they were grouped together in a single space at the same time. I've been to small concerts with around 500 people in attendance before, and this was nothing too impressive in comparison to the sold out soccer stadiums of more than 60,000 screaming hooligans I witnessed during the 2006 World Cup. But there is something dramatically more personal and purposeful in having about 500 people in community. You can still see all of their faces, so individuality isn't lost like it is in a stadium of people - yet 500 is just a tad too many to actually keep track of what is happening around you at all times... there is quite a bit that goes unnoticed, despite the relative attainability of it all.

How awkward.

What a concept though. Everywhere you look there is a complete set of memories, each face tells a story, each expression causes a reaction. While most of what happens does go unnoticed, you still manage to take in the following: The bartender is your old soccer coach, the DJ is your nextdoor neighbour, the slutty girl dancing on the pole is your brother's girlfriend's sister that you've always had your eye on. Your ex-girlfriend is grinding with your best friend's uncle in the corner. The guy that does the deliveries for your work is making out with that girl that you once tried to pick up at the pizzeria one cold February evening. Your cousin from Dubai is talking sports with your girlfriend's bookclub members. Two dudes that you've never met, and that probably don't know each other, bumped into eachother and said "What's up?" and then "Wanna go?" and then started a scrap. That bouncer you know from the club downtown that keeps sending you promotional flyers is trying to pull them off eachother. Keshia Chante is on stage -- Yes, I have her on Facebook too... she went to my high school... why shouldn't my party have celebrities in it?

Awesome party... or awesome nightmare?

But isn't this what society is becoming? The electronic, on-line party. You can talk to anyone, at any time, from anywhere. We know anyone's business whenever we want--or don't want, we spend hours looking at pictures of people we haven't seen for more than 5 years trying to figure out if they broke up with their boyfriend so we can make a move, or whether they really did get breast implants - so we can make a move.

Just think of how different life is now than it was 10 years ago, when the best piece of technology in my possession aside from my 35-pound nokia "Brick phone" with interchangeable faceplates was my Tamagotchi. Social networking is moving at a ridiculous pace, and although it all seems manageable and in control right now, we are milliseconds away from crossing that point of no return. I mean, as upredictable as technology changes are... what could possibly be next? They've already tricked us into submitting ourselves and our entire lives to gigantic online databases which NEVER delete anything we post, even if we think we've deleted it (SURPRISE! Facebook keeps a copy of EVERY PICTURE, EVERY POST, EVERY PIECE OF INFORMATION that you have ever posted... even if you've deleted it from your profile).

Kind of makes George Orwell seem like a genius when he discussed the concept of "Big Brother" and the "thought police" more than 50 years ago.... now we just need to figure out who will be using these databases and why, because you gotta think, someone will....

...and so I will leave you with something to think about: The newest application that Facebook is set to launch is one that will allow you to see where your friends are at all times, and for them to see where you are at all times. How? Well, you know that application that allows you to access facebook from your cellphone? well... that would then allow them to use your phone as a tracking device. What? You never thought of this before? You never considered that they know exactly where you are right now and what you're thinking (because somewhere, somehow, you're having a digital conversation--texting, msn chatting, facebook or twitter posting--which is passing through some kind of medium that is presumably monitored by a third party company of some sort--rogers, facebook, the FBI!?!!?)...

Below is a thought-provoking quote from George Orwell's 1984. The basic idea behind it is that there are citizens among us which are responsible for arresting you if you have any curiosities about your life or if you question the government or the state in any way, and these citizens are called the thought police. So pervasive is their power, that they even have the ability of arresting you if they suspect that you are THINKING prohibited thoughts, hence their name. It seems impossible that this could ever happen... but then again, in 1949 (when Orwell wrote this book) it would have seemed impossible that the government could know where you are and what you're doing at all times.... not so crazy-sounding these days is it?

"The thought police would get him just the same. He had committed--would have committed, even if he had never set pen to paper--the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thoughtcrime, they called it. Thoughtcrime was not a thing that could be concealed forever. You might dodge successfully for a while, even for years, but sooner or later they were bound to get you."

- George Orwell, 1984, Book 1, Chapter 1

Muse's new album, "The Resistance", was inspired by George Orwell's 1984. Below is one of the songs from the album. In the lyrics you will find a reference to the thought police as he sings about an impossible and restricted love affair in a time of a complete and comprehensive totalitarian government, some time in the future.





Resistance

Is our secret safe tonight
and are we out of sight
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Will they find our hiding place
is this our last embrace
or will the walls start caving in?

It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong, are we digging a hole?

It could be wrong, could be wrong, this is out of control
It could be wrong, could be wrong, it can never last
It could be wrong, could be wrong, must erase it fast
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong could be....

Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they wont to stop breaking us down
Hold me
our lips must always be sealed

If we live a life in fear
I'll wait a thousand years
just to see you smile again

Kill your prayers for love and peace
You'll wake the thought police
we can't hide the truth inside

It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong, to let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong, are we digging a hole?

It could be wrong, could be wrong, this is out of control
It could be wrong, could be wrong, it can never last
It could be wrong, could be wrong, must erase it fast
It could be wrong, could be wrong, but it should have been right
It could be wrong could be....

Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they wont to stop breaking us down
Hold me
our lips must always be sealed

The night has reached it's end
We can't pretend
We must run
We must run
Its time to run
Take us away from here
Protect us from further harm
Resistance

- Muse, 2009

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What Good Was the Win?

Monday, March 1, 2010 by Ric

He dribbled feverishly, intensely;
looked niether left, nor right;
heard calling up ahead...
with a swift motion he released.
His teammate received it and returned it;
a perfect give-and-go.
Four adversaries left in his tracks
to wonder where he had gone;
he was much too quick,
much too swift,
much too smart.
More opponents came to stop him,
but he was too much, much too much.
He avoided them too;
dropped his left shoulder, moved to the right.
The goalie showed fear
for less than a second.
But he didn't even need to look up
to know what he had to do.
He took a shot,
he hit it well,
much too well,
the mesh filled with the joy of a million cheering fans;
a nation celebrates.
His heart explodes.
His teammates pile up on top of him;
the goalie falls face first into the ground,
his tears become the playing field,
encourage life with his pain.
The coach clenches his fists; his face.
The fans erupt...
the players scream - they won, they lost.
But when they get up
there he lies.
motionless.
lifeless.
What good was the win?

- Riccardo Lo Monaco

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The True North Strong and Free!

Friday, February 26, 2010 by Ric


What does it mean to be Canadian?

Why do we put ourselves through endless hours of watching winter sports that wouldn't usually interest us in the slightest, JUST because we know that a representative of our country is competing in it? For instance, I have taken on a new love for curling... not just because I get to watch the women's teams scream "yeah!" "harder!" and "woah!" in a bent over position, but because I genuinely enjoy the tactical elements and technical skills required to be good at it--and more importantly because our Canadian women had done extremely well throughout the tournament. What does it matter that they did though? I could have been going for the Swedish or Chinese teams just the same, its not like I'm more familiar with the Canadians either way. I don't watch the qualifying rounds, I've never met any members of the team, and as far as I know, unless they are involved in a future Olympics, I'll never see them again. I spend 3 years and 11 months cursing curling because they show the 'Tournament of Hearts' during the Champion's League of soccer and I end up missing important games for these women who scream fiendishly in Cinderella-like roles, holding brooms and scrubbing floors (ironic when you think of it this way, huh?). I even heard that the Chinese team had been training in Vancouver since August. Call them immigrants and then tell me who should be wearing the Canadian colours?

And what about in Speed Skating (as one of MANY examples) where I just finished watching a man with the last name Heung, competing for Germany under dual-citizenship... but a resident of Brampton, Ontario since birth. I'm a holder of dual citizenship as well, Canadian and Italian... does this mean I can round up a group of guys with a similar citizenship status and represent my "Fratelli d'Italia" in the next Olympic games in the glorious game of curling? It's absurd if you ask me.
What's the point of representing a country if you don't live in it? Isn't participation in the Olympics supposed to be a celebration of a country which has set up social conditions for its citizens to strive and improve themselves constantly... a reflection of a nation which believes in its people and encourages them to be the best that they can be in many aspects of life -- including athletics? If this were the case, then why do so many Canadians need to draw upon dual citizenship capabilities in order to represent another nation? Is it because Canadian society does NOT provide these circumstances for all of us? Or is it just that these dual-citizens aren't good enough to represent Canada, so they go elsewhere just so that they can participate in the Olympics. If this were the case, then it would be clear that they are doing so for egotistical purposes, and are definitely not interested in representing their homeland. Why should we, therefore, support our athletes then if there is an underlying truth that they are merely there for their own satisfaction and could care less about the colours on their backs?

Nationalism is a tricky topic. I'm not suggesting that our athletes don't care about their nation. They most definitely do. What I AM suggesting however, and would argue this to the death... is that many Canadians support Canada but have absolutely NO idea why. They don't know what it means to be Canadian, and would most readily associate it with that Molson Canadian commercial that suggests we're in the best nation because we have the best backyard in the world. I don't know about you, but I could name many, many places that could challenge for that title... and even so... why should this make me want to support our red and white so passionately? Do I really have so little in common with the American who lives a 2-hour drive away in Buffalo, NY? Do I really have more in common with a fellow who lives on a cliff in Nova Scotia, which would take me more than 24 hours to drive to? By the same token, what exactly do I share with a Northern Quebec resident, who can't even understand me if I tell him I like his hat?

Nationalism is stupid, and quite frankly, although it can be a lot of fun, it causes more problems than it does solve any. I'm not done talking about this, and I will have a dump truck full of commentary for when the World Cup starts this June. What I will leave you with though, is a suggestion that you go out and do some thinking--maybe even some research. Figure out why it is that YOU support Canada in these Olympic games and then figure out why everyone else does. You'll be surprised at how stupid your reasoning will sound in this post-modern world of equity and acceptance...

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