
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Macbeth, 1. 7
We watched Catfish unfolding, huddled together for comfort, bracing against what we knew would be the inevitable outcome of an Idealized dream ne’er-cum-true. Suspense hitching our weight, ratcheting tension, like the slow cranking of a roller coaster to its initial and highest peak, knowing that soon, with the protagonist, we would be spiraling downward at a breakneck speed.
The masks behind the masks - always prepared with another story to support the last fabrication - were all too familiar. How could we not relate, when this experience so paralleled our own? Although our empathy quickly evaporated, turning away when the protagonists didn’t realize their own rationalizations - their own pride was the mask for their faults. For our own sakes, however, this lesson would not go unlearned.
We returned to where we had began our evening - our place of quiet, of sanctuary, and feeling quite agitated, I knew that sleep would elude me lest I shift my focus. I gazed longingly at my love, her small hands gently stroking the scrabble on my cheek she so adores, and I knew that this was the place of fullness, completion and circularity: in her arms. And so as I allowed sleep to take me, we ended the evening as we began - a lover’s embrace and this time, my arms filled her body, my lungs filled with her scent, and my heart filled with an unearthly gratitude knowing I had more to be thankful for than I could ever truly express.
Upon entering the new domain, she was at first shocked and surprised. Here in this new community, there were people of all sorts with welcoming invitations for friendship. It was almost flattering.
But the new people weren’t that different from the others - it was all just instrumental behavior, repackaged, remixed, and subtle enough to fool most others. But not her. Not for long.
Ever the eternal iconoclast - she had taken the necessary steps - withstood the rejection of the world. Being ostracized was more of a comfortable blanket. So despite what the new “friends” might think, she would not join.
When the Tiger came, he growled mightily. The scent of the prey and predator prickled his nostrils and with bared fang. Together, they quickly set about dismantling the machinations and manipulations of the would-be elite.
Sorting through the detritus of the world - and she saw with clarity the same songs and dances. Together, they found paths through the labyrinth and fathomed the unfathomable.
She, the eternal non-conformist, with the strength borne of years of forging, reinforced her status as the new Keeper at the human zoo. She realized that they were all imposters, that the interactions were illusory. She knew that like fairies, they needed you to believe in them to exist and now, there would be no more room for pretenders.
Scales fallen from the eyes- with elegance and grace, full from the prowl of night, she returned her focus to the real. And with the Tiger, strode off into the dawn of a real ever after. div { margin: 0px; }
So little was known about this new primate habitat and despite its immense population and people’s constant interactions, people knew very little about the behavior of its inhabitants, preferring instead to make assumptions and operate on presuppositions. Unlike her predecessor, she was the new observer at the Human Zoo and had to deal with teeming masses of other humans joining in the ever-expanding ranks of the primates.
Still, the dynamics were the same. She would observe, describe, interact minimally, make predictions and test her hypotheses. She would note the group dynamics behind the interactions - the dance of the Alphas, the mating rituals, the male display behavior, the pecking orders, the poo flinging, the mass appeals and herd mentality. She would shoulder alongside their burden of freedom, to see if rational thought prevailed over superstition, or if individualism would prevail over conformity. And she would comment - sharing her field and naturalistic observations with the very population whom she studied - all in an attempt to see if people could rise above their biology and be more than another animal.
At the best of times there was resistance. At the worst of times, blatant judgment and outright rejection were her only results. But as a student of life, she was prepared for this. Plus it helped for her to leave behind the Zoo - where the monkeys had taken over - and spend time in her interior landscape, where she developed and grew beyond her limitations, and developed her theories. Such is the life of the Cyber Anthropologist.
Upon entering the new domain, she was at first surprised. Here in this new “community,” there were people of all sorts with welcoming invitations for friendship. It was almost flattering. Almost.
But the new people weren’t that different from the others - it was all just instrumental behavior, repackaged, remixed, and subtle enough to fool most others. But not her. Not for long.
Ever the eternal iconoclast - she had taken the necessary steps - withstood the rejection of the world. Being ostracized was more of a comfortable blanket. So despite what the new “friends” might think, she would not engage in the joining.
When the Tiger came, he growled mightily. The scent of the prey and predator prickled his nostrils and with bared fang, he quickly set about dismantling the machinations and manipulations of the world.
Together they traded war stories. She sorted through the detritus of the world - and saw with clarity the same songs and dances. Together they compared machinations and manipulations. She found paths through the labyrinth and fathomed the unfathomable.
She, the eternal non-conformist, with the strength borne of years of forging, reinforced her status as the new Keeper at the human zoo. She realized that they were all impostors, that the interactions were illusory. She knew that like fairies, they needed you to believe in them to exist and now, there would be no more room for pretenders.
Scales from the eyes- with elegance and grace, full from the prowl of night, she returned her focus to the real. And with the Tiger, strode off into the dawn of happily ever after.
Cyber Anthropology
So little was known about this new primate habitat. Despite its immense population and constant interactions, very little is actually known about the behavior of its inhabitants, most preferring instead to make assumptions and operate on presuppositions. Unlike her predecessor, Lia was the new observer at the Human Zoo and had to deal with teeming masses of other humans joining in the ever-expanding ranks.
Still, the dynamics were the same. She would observe, describe, interact minimally, make predictions, and test her hypotheses. She would note the group dynamics behind the interactions - the dance of the Alphas, the mating rituals, the male display behavior, the pecking orders, the poo flinging, the emotional appeals and - most salient of all - the herd mentality.
She would shoulder alongside their burden of freedom, to see if rational thought prevailed over superstition, or if individualism would prevail over conformity. And she would comment - sharing her field and naturalistic observations with the very population whom she studied - all in an attempt to see if people could rise above their biology and be more than just another animal.
At the best of times there was resistance. At the worst of times, blatant judgment and outright rejection were her only results. But as a student of life, she was prepared for this.
Time away helped her to keep perspective and so often was she to leave behind the Zoo - where the monkeys had taken over - and spend time in her interior landscape, the world of flesh and blood, where she developed emotionally and grew beyond her own limitations, and, in the sunlit sanctuary of her studio, fine-tuned her theories.
Such is the life of the Cyber Anthropologist.


Online Drama Part III
On a personal note, I much prefer to speak in the flesh where I can be more effective and real. T’internets are a fun way to observe human behavior, find a little amusement, and perhaps exchange ideas. I keep some bloggy things (SU, Tumblr, FB) for journalling my thoughts and bookmarking sites. I choose to invest my energies in the Real World, and with fully-functioning people.
The people who pour their energy into their online persona are most always terribly maladroit. They are unable to connect successfully with others in the outside world. Why believe in faeries ? The cost/benefit analysis doesn’t work.
~ Lia

Adam, whose name in Hebrew was translated as “first man,” was not an unusual man. He went to work; he came home; sometimes he exercised; most of the time he did not. He bought groceries that rotted in the refrigerator while he ate out, and he forgot to floss five days out of seven. And even though his work required that he use his computer with some regularity, he spent a lot of time on his home computer on his spare time as he had no wife or children to bother/distract him.
He owned an Apple computer – at least it had started out that way, as he had taken it apart to rebuild it – putting an inordinate amount of time, energy, effort and money into it to make it the most ramped up and fantastic machine he could imagine. More memory, the most advanced hardware, and all the software and updates as possible. He wanted more than a mere automaton; the creator impulse in Adam wanted something to rule over all the various institutions that comprised his life.
He wanted to make this machine as functioning, capable of thought and humanlike as possible; that is - in his own image.
In the beginning, Adam looked at all the different environmental variables he had to contend with. He organized his bills, his documents, his spreadsheets, his books and software, and saw that it was good. When he designed his creation, it was to rule over all of those operations and application. And in the perfectly designed environment – not too hot or cold, not too humid or dry, Adam’s Apple was born.
Adam saw that it was good. The rebuild took six days, and on the seventh, Adam rested.
Always fascinated with the autocorrect function in his word processor, Adam wondered if it were possible to do the same with other applications. Have you ever typed the word “Teh” in your word processor? More than likely, it changed to “The” in a mere pico-second. This was the type of decision making that Adam wanted in all of his systems. Adam installed a program of free-will into his system – perhaps a bit oxymoronic, admittedly – how can you have programmed free-will?
Nonetheless, the philosophical questions didn’t bother him; Adam so loved his creation, his own Adam2.
Deep within the Apple was a decision tree for networking and borrowing memory from other computers. It could within its local area network, file share and even download information from a Tree of Knowledge data. Adam was worried about viruses, and disabled that function. Or so he thought. While surfing, a particularly subtle Trojan Serpent virus that embedded in the Eve system of Adam’s Apple.
The rogue Serpent interfaced with the Eve system tempting it a byte of another Apple from the Tree of Knowledge data base. “Just a nibble” it seemed to intone. The LAN while disabled and firewalled, was still overrode by free will auto correct programming. It was this point that Eve overcame her programming, thinking tapping into the database would only strengthen the system, and taking a byte and sharing it with the Adam2 protocols.
The firewall had failed. Adam’s Apple had become infected with malicious data. No longer could Adam interface with his creation in the way he had intended. Adam took all of the crucial data offline, and literally removed it from Adam2’s programming systems. Gig after precious gig of data was transferred to CDs for safekeeping. Vital systems were firewalled, and Adam did what he could to immunize the rest of the infected system. He could not destroy his creation, but it lost the Eden like protection it had once had.
Disgusted, Adam left his office, leaving Adam2 and the Eve protocols running to their own accord.

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