Digital Dilemma, Social Media

Burnbook

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Burnbook is one of many new apps that allows people to anonymously post comments or pictures.  I blogged about similar apps, Secrets and Whispers, last year.  The difference with Burnbook is that it is restricted geographically to a local area determined by your GPS location.

What I find strange about Burnbook (and also Secrets, Whispers, and Yik-yak) is that all these apps are trying to build networks and communities with anonymous interactions.  What’s the point?  While researching Burnbook, I was mystified to discover that CEO/founder, Jonathan Lucas, developed the app in part because his sister had been bullied in school and he didn’t want people to feel the way she had.  “I wanted to create a place where people could feel safe being anonymous, but not having to worry about being harassed by others,” Lucas said.

After reading a couple articles about cyberbullying and threats happening on Burnbook, I went straight to the source.  I watched Mean Girls, a 2004 movie showing the inner workings of a popular high school girls’ clique, nicknamed “The Plastics.”  They keep a Burn Book, a handmade scrapbook with pictures of people they don’t like with a mean caption.  It’s 2004 so the Burn Book is paper.

The climax happens when one of The Plastics, feeling shunned by the others, decides to expose the Burn Book by giving it to the principal and by photocopying the pages and littering them around school grounds where others will find them.  What results is something close to mass hysteria and lots of hurt feelings.

If Lucas really wants a place where people could feel safe by being anonymous, why would he name the app after something that is associated, at least in the movie, with bullying, cruelty, and being mean?

No doubt everybody will be looking for somebody to blame about all the cyberbullying and threats that have been posted through Burnbook.  Who is ultimately responsible for people using these apps in what might be considered inappropriate ways?  Parents of children?  Creators of apps?  The kids themselves? The app is for 17+, but is obviously used by children under 17.

Additionally, some forums just don’t translate well into the digital realm.  The damage caused in the movie by spreading around photocopies of the Burn Book was likely short lived and easy to remove all traces.  It’s not so easy to get rid of things, even anonymously posted comments, when they’re done digitally.

Digital Dilemma, Digital Photos

Digital Scrapbooking

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I love making scrapbooks, but until now I’d always done them the old-fashioned way with printed pictures, other items I wanted to include, glue & scissors.  I recently finished my first digital scrapbook and opted to get a printed version (see below).  While constructing the digital one, I kept comparing the pre- and post-digital process, feeling frustrated at times by some of the differences.

The printed version came out great, despite some of my frustrations. One friend remarked that it looked like a Taschen coffee table book.

The printed "coffee table" version.
The printed “coffee table” version.

I enjoy being able to use my hands when constructing a physical scrapbook.  I know this also means it’s messy, involves glue, annoying little paper scraps, and careful planning.  But I like being able to mix different types of textures and make collages out of different materials.  I wasn’t able to replicate this easily with the digital scrapbook.  Additionally, I often prefer working with paper instead of being tethered to the screen, especially for late night scrapbooking sessions.

On the digital side, I enjoyed how easy it was to change things.  A few mouse clicks easily performed tasks such as adding another page, changing photos from one page to another, or even adjusting size.  These types of changes can be challenging with a physical scrapbook, especially if the glue is dry and you didn’t plan things out properly.

Another perk of digital scrapbooking was being able to add in typewritten text on any page.  In a physical scrapbook adding in typewritten text has a lot of steps. I have to create a document on my computer, print it out and then cut it to fit the page.  It’s a lot of steps and also requires careful planning.  Whereas the digital scrapbook allowed me to be more spontaneous about where to place text.

A view inside the scrapbook.
A view inside the scrapbook.

The printed digital scrapbook looks awesome, but every page feels identical. With a physical scrapbook it’s much easier to include ticket stubs, brochures, maps, pamphlets, postcards, etc. Each added item offers different textures to experience and can accommodate booklets or other items like pamphlets that open up.  This can be somewhat accomplished with a digital scrapbook by scanning in all the items and pages, saving them in a pdf or jpg format and then uploading them into the scrapbook.  But it’s not the same.

I’m definitely going to keep making digital scrapbooks, but I think it’s interesting to observe how many differences there are between the two methods.

Amazon, Ecuador

Lagoons & Lookouts

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Early the next morning we headed back to the same lagoon we had visited in darkness. It was pretty neat to see the lagoon in the light of day.  Birds were singing and flying around everywhere. The Hoatzin, pictured below, didn’t even seem real or like it should be from this era.  It looked prehistoric and wild to me.

This bird is called a Hoatzin. They were hanging around in the trees surrounding the lagoon.

This bird is called a Hoatzin. They were hanging around in the trees surrounding the lagoon.

After the canoe ride, we hiked around the lagoon to a rickety lookout that we scrambled up, restricted to 6 people at a time, to get a different perspective of the terrain. Along the hike we saw a Conga Bullet Ant, which is a huge black ant whose bite leaves you with paralysis and a fever, but won’t kill you.

View of the lagoon from the rickety lookout.

View of the lagoon from the rickety lookout.

When we returned we attended a live basket weaving demonstration by one of the guides. Of course we had to prepare the materials by ripping strips of bark off of a Toquilla plant stalk. Getting a nice even strip was harder than it looked. During the demonstration I spotted the first toucans in the trees. They were multi-banded aracaris. Unfortunately they were too far away for photos, but watching them with binoculars was pretty amazing.

Following lunch we learned how to prepare chocolate from roasted cacao beans. We had to shell the beans before processing them through an old-fashioned hand grinder three times to make a soft, silky cocoa paste. Pretty delicious.

Then we left for an afternoon hike to another lookout to learn more about the plants and to search for more animals.The air felt moist and humid.  Everything around me was buzzing with energy and life, although I was too dense to actually see most of the animal activity, even when it was right in front of me.  One of our guides captured a poison dart frog by trapping it between some leaves or I probably wouldn’t have seen anything.

Everything in the jungle is built for survival, in whatever way it can find.

Everything in the jungle is built for survival, in whatever way it can find.

The afternoon lookout was similar to the one from the morning, rickety and high, but the views were pretty incredible.

Another stunning view of the jungle.

Another stunning view of the jungle.

Social Media

Yo! Still At It

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I’ve blogged about Yo! twice before and every so often I check in on the app’s progress.  Initially I was fascinated with how many millions of people downloaded, used, and raved about the app when it was launched.  The app offered a way to communicate with others by using the word “yo”.  Once sent, the onus was on the recipient to infer the context and meaning of the two-letter message.

It seemed useless and annoying to me.  How many Yo’s could one person send and/or receive?  Even with the rapid deterioration of communication between humans in verbal and textual forms, I would imagine that “Yo” would get boring, tedious, and confusing.  I like to think as a species we’ve already advanced way past mono-syllabic grunting to communicate and there’s no turning back.

According to the articles I read, it seems the creators of Yo also feel the real potential was not in communicating with others, but rather as an alternative way to receive notifications from vendors, stores, services, etc.   Yo is supposed to simplify things, but it seems like it’s inserting itself as a middle-man between an app and you.

If I want updates from somebody’s Instagram or a news source, I sign up for the notification service directly with the owner.  No need to have a separate app in the middle for filtering.  If I don’t want the notifications, I unsubscribe.  No big deal.  And if I’m not interested enough to have the app, I’m not interested enough in receiving notifications. It’s not complicated in my brain.

One way I imagine Yo making things easier is by potentially cutting down the number  of accounts/logins a person needs & on the number of email notifications received. For example, if notifications for multiple subscriptions can be channeled to a single Yo account, it means the recipient only needs one account.  But then again, that account will be flooded with everything.

I’m astounded, amazed, and frankly a little irritated that this app received $1.5 million in funding for product development.  Aside from sending a “Yo” to somebody with two actions, instead of the half dozen or so required to send it another way, I don’t really see how it does anything that hasn’t already been done before.

Digital Dilemma

When Smartphones Make Us Dumb

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From the first moment I turned on my smartphone I was enchanted.  Upon activating, the device emitted a strange, though not unpleasing, ethereal noise as an electric blue swirl flashed on the screen.  I resisted buying one until 2013.  As predicted, I love everything I thought I would love about it and feel irritated by everything I thought would be irritating.

Recently I started wondering what the name “smartphone” is really defining.  Does it refer to the actual phone, meaning that it’s “smart” because it possesses technological capabilities to make our lives easier?  Or does “smart” refer to the owner, who is, in some sense, smarter because of the phone?  Having a smartphone means never getting lost, being able to access & retrieve information anytime/anywhere, and receiving notifications/reminders to keep us on track with communication and other aspects of daily life.  These all seem like really positive aspects of having a smartphone, which is why I’m amazed at the ways in which I’m becoming “dumb” for owning one.

I know a number of people, some of whom are smartphone owners, who call me for directions. First of all, most people are pretty adverse to picking up the phone for something as ordinary as a conversation.  And second of all, the smartphone makes you smarter – use the map app!  And if you can’t read a map, google “how to read a map” or “how to activate map voice commands” and the magic inside the phone will give verbal instructions.

And this leads me to the next point, having access to so much information all the time means that I’ve become a bit “dumb” about socializing and communicating with people. My skills are deteriorating because I rely on technology so I don’t need to interact with people to get the information I need.  I’m waiting for a facial-expression app for when we lose our natural abilities to infer meaning from body language.

Smartphones make us dumber by remembering so much for us. When was the last time you remembered a phone number instead of relying on speed-dialing, a contact list, or a voice command?

And lastly using the smartphone makes me “dumb” about my surroundings.  I find that when using the device, even just for taking notes, I’m so focused and absorbed that it consumes all my concentration.  I understand why people have accidents due to “distracted driving.”

 

Amazon, Ecuador

The Jungle

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We arrived in the evening and drank icy cold beers while listening to the nightly chorus of animals. We assembled early the next morning for bird watching. As an added bonus spider monkeys dropped from the trees to feast on bunches of bananas left for them by the docks.

Spider monkeys came down from the trees to eat the bananas left for them.

Spider monkeys came down from the trees to eat the bananas left for them.

After breakfast we boarded a canoe to visit a schoolhouse and meet some of the children before eating a traditional lunch hosted by one of the families living in the area.  The lunch required us to prepare some of the meal, including a packet of fat juicy larvae wrapped securely in a banana leaf.  I was squeamish and could only stroke the soft, wrinkled skin of the wriggling grub, but my mother prepared 8 of them.  First she crushed their heads with her thumb to kill them before threading a skewer through the soft, silky body. Then she sliced the flesh with a knife to let the guts ooze out to prevent them from exploding while cooking.

The larvae.

The larvae.

I ate the crunchy head of a cooked one with my meal of fresh fish, plantains, yuca, bananas, and salsa.  It tasted like crispy chicken skin.

Next to the house was a Kapok tree, one of the tallest in the jungle.  It can live for hundreds of years.

A view of the Kapok Tree. It was so big it was hard to get it all in one frame.

A view of the Kapok Tree. It was so big it was hard to get it all in one frame.

In the afternoon we learned more about the plants and their medicinal properties. One of my favorites was the Dragon Blood Tree. Our jungle guide cut into one with his machete and extracted a red, viscous sap. He rubbed it over a scrape of mine turning the sap into a fluffy pinkish-white cream.  Another favorite was the Walking Palm, which grows roots to pull the tree towards a light source.  In this way the palm “walks” 10-20cm a year!

In the evening we boarded the motor-powered canoe to see another side of the jungle, the oil industry.  Oil is mined from deep in the jungle  leaving pollution and residue behind.

Two towers of eternal oil burn.

Two towers of eternal oil burn.

We restored ourselves after by visiting a lagoon in 4 smaller canoes to listen.  Lightening bugs twinkled around us and their eggs glowed brightly on floating plants. A few people glimpsed the glowing, fiery eyes of a caiman in the water and of a bird called a Great Potoo in a tree.