Here it is...the mystery behind the typing monkey. I am really a lab monkey. My owner is really a scientist working for a secret agent. I will spoil the secret and tell you that the agent is none other than Dr. Sells. She has asked Jonathan to work with me. He has to see just how close to a human he can make me. This is one experiment. He is testing my "cyber-culture" skills. They are forcing me to explore the world of the internet and television which cause me to overcome my "technophobia." Let me tell you a few things that I learned. Also, remember that there is a lot of pressure on me to do this right. How much you ask? or somebody asked?
This guy asked...listen The first thing I noticed was the falsehood of community online. What kind of idiot believes that they can be a community with people on the basis that they cannot see who the mess they are talking to. I went to a chat room to talk and when someone asked what sex and gender everybody was, I said I was a male chimpanzee. All I received in reply were jeers, laughter, mocking, a few explicits...oh...and one guy that wanted to go to a private chat to interphase?? I dunno what that meant. Anyway, I was perturbed that people did not believe me, but then I realized that I could not blame them.
For all I know...they were all a bunch of old freaks looking for a little action...or they could have been the "hotsexybabes" that they claimed to be. What I am trying to say is that there is no identity on the internet. There is no use of nonverbal communication on the internet...and that is a major attribute to a monkey's community. How am I supposed to know that the monkey on the other screen is showing his teeth at me to let me know I am playing with O.P.P. when on the 'net. My bad dude....I didn't know....I couldn't see your face. I was looking at some stinking words on the screen. No identity...
No doubt! "In cyberspace the economies of interaction, communication, and coordination are different than when people meet face-to-face." - Peter Kollock and Marc Smith In another experiment, Jonathan had me watch television. I tell you what...you can learn a lot watching that thing. One thing I learned is how globalized and mass customized this human world is. Back in Kansabia, I thought we were the only one's with bananas. Then I come to America and here a Chiquita, there a Chiquita, everywhere a Chiquita, Chiquita.
I was amazed how stuff spreads. For instance, I was watching CNN (I was catching up with current affairs... we monkey's like to do that) and I saw something about Afghanistan. This was after that evil attack that Osama bin gettin bombed Ladin did on America. I was really scared of the people over in that foreign country. All that I saw or heard about them was MEAN. I saw stuff on tv about them killing people for listening to music. That's just mean man...it's just mean. Then I saw a special about things that Afghanistan had in common with us in America. They have a McDonald's in that country. It was kinda funny to see the turban wearin', goat ridin' people pull up in McD's...but they did. Oh..how America influences the world. We share a little bit of our culture by giving them McDonald's and they share theirs by sending us stupid suicide bombers. All in all, globalization is HUGE! This web page is the big, final test. I had to create this all by myself. I tell you what, I learned how easy things can be when you are a textual and imagery poacher. I feel like I did not have to do anything. I would just look on someone else's pages and steal what they have and put it on my page. HA HA HA! They'll never know. Who cares if you say my web page is unauthentic. I think I am the first chimp to build a web page...EVER...so that makes it somewhat authentic. "Constructing a personal home page involves bricolage. Graphics, sounds, text and the code used to generate a particular format are often copied from other peoples pages (sometimes with some editing)." - Daniel Chandler All of these points I have made can be reiterated in some artcles found at this link... www.DrSellsGeniusPage.com |
