PseudorealityPrevails

Intangible Method (a digital fairy tale)

by Scotto Moore:

A multimedia performance/investigation into the strange phenomenon of a woman discovering that all her activities are posted online, just moments *before they happen . . .

LINK: Scotto's web

"Steppenwolf Presents:"

I, or, rather, "I," have two Facebook accounts, both as Second Life avatars.  One is my "real" avatar, the one I use for work, SL building and design, presentations, tutoring, etc.  The other is a "fake" avatar, a group account owned in triplicate by several of us on the project (but mainly inhabited by me) for the purposes of constructing a Cautionary Tale for today's digital generation of transparentists, so they can start to think about how posting the minutia of their social life online might adversely affect them later, in their job searches and workplaces.

I initially joined Facebook only for work, because we were evaluating new technologies such as social networking, and I needed to have some experience with the interface if I might be called upon to design or adapt one.  I used my avatar name and screenshot for the profile photo because I (as the "real" me) have a strong digital presence anyway; if you Google me my portfolio and my articles come up; I'm "found" often enough, I don't think I need to make it easier.  But as I use Facebook more, the account, safely behind the screen of the avatar, is becoming less formal and more playful, more like "me," I suppose, although not fully.  I added a little blogging app to post comments and thoughts on the digital landscape to my friends at work.

The second account profiles a different person, a late-20s extravert, partying her way through her MBA in Marketing.  She's posting all sorts of personal details and photos about her and her friends, adding cute little third-party apps like Beer Pong and Party Space, and generally acting her age.  Which is interesting because it's certainly not how I acted in my late 20s, as I was Very Serious back then, first about Saving the World, and then about Art.  I did have my share of exploits but unless I dig out my old diaries [shudder], the world is not going to know, or care.  Anyway, this second avatar is prettier, dresses much more provocatively, goes clubbing and to social events, and is definitely looking to be out there and connect.  All in Second Life, of course.  On Facebook she sends cute notes back and forth, posts photos, and has lots of digital "friends," because the more the merrier, right? 

So the other night I had to take the second avatar out clubbing to get more photos to post on her Facebook account.  Which entailed some shopping in SL, and then pulling myself away from the things I actually wanted to check out in-world (streaming folk performances, country singer-songwriters, various digital cafes), and over to dance clubs and meet 'n' greet spaces instead.  But while I was grabbing the screenshots I needed, what started to happen is that one avatar got jealous of the other.  And then vice versa. 

The first avatar wanted the cool outfits of the second one, and also the dance animations, so I had to log out and go back in as "me" and get them for her, I mean me, and then teleport to some of the party places so I could see and be seen there, just like the second one was.  Not that I talked to anyone either time, but still.  And now the first one wants to post the better snapshots to her profile, I mean my profile.  But even though I have a more relaxed attitude towards Facebook now, I am not sure exactly how much of "me" I really want up there. 

Then, the second avatar decided that she wanted to be taken seriously and wanted to start a blog and make insightful comments on her experiences like the first one does.  And she wanted to start messaging my friends, but as me, not as her!  So far I haven't let her do that, she has to message people as "her," and I won't let her do too much of that anyway, because they're my friends after all.

Neither of these avatars are fully formed aspects of my personality.  Both have significant false elements, and one would certainly need more than two avatars anyway if we're talking about all the facets of someone's personality, which in addition to being large and numerous, is fluid and not easy to stabilize within subsets of finite components.  Nevertheless, both avatars each have at least some aspects of "me," and some aspects of public faces I have presented at various times and in various places.  Not perhaps the most interesting aspects, but still, I can own up to the parts that are there.

So that's when I realized that I am actually the Steppenwolf (as are we all, according to Hesse).  And these avatars are at play in the Magic Theater, where we anthropomorphize our psychological contents, and externalize our personal fragments, to try out various scenarios as we act our way hopefully out of neurosis and towards health, ideally into the creative and progressive ferment that fully realized social entities can foment.  "Try out this social group, try acting this way."  "Nope, that didn't work, try again with a different approach, and in pursuit of a different goal."  We're doing this in our heads constantly, but we're manifesting and projecting the contents onto real Others and external RL situations, concurrently with the internal dramatic experiments.

And with Second Life being such an easy fit for an overactive introverted imagination, this tendency is augmented in the virtual space.  It is disconcerting and even a little destabilizing to see psychological fragments, part real, part fictional, literally running around in digital bodies in their own virtual worlds.  But, perhaps in this way they are made more overt and conscious.  Which, since conscious things lend themselves more readily to analysis, might be a good thing?

Or maybe I'll just close out all the accounts.

Now with Extra Introversion

I was thinking SL is for extraverts, with its 3D chatroom aspects, virtual clubbing, and other, well, social activities.  Because what else is there to do in there, except fly around and look at stuff?  The repetitive visual fatigue of the new gets old pretty quickly.  Of course you can build, which treats SL as another media to work with, like paint or textiles.  But for the regular user, SL means socializing, chatting, connecting.  If you're an extravert, that's meat and potatoes - the more new people, the more energy!  But if you're an introvert, it's exhausting and annoying, worse even than a cocktail party where you know no one.  So you log out.

But then I had to take my other avatar, the one that is not "me," clubbing, to get some relevant photos for her Facebook page.  She's the Cautionary Tale, albeit a fairly mild one.  So she had to get dressed in her digital Burning Man finest and troll for events, live music and DJs.  I bought her a series of dance animations, one of which, disconcertingly enough, looked pretty much like how I dance in RL.  At first we went to live folk and country streams, in digital cafes and beaches, until she got pretty frustrated with it.  Steve Forbert covers, but they couldn't remember all the verses!  A song with a chorus, "she thinks my tractor is sexy" (which I do not think was in iambic pentameter).  And Sea chanteys.  Twice!  Of course I love this stuff.  But she didn't.

So then we had to go to actual clubs, with LED floors and stripper poles and particle effects.  80s night, samba, classic rock, Goa trance.  And lots of other avatars. 

So I set her to dancing and let the audio stream, and I realized - SL is perfect for introverts.  Dangerously so.

I was caught up in the dancing, not noticing the time going by, listening to the music and watching the particles and other avatars, and dancing around my living room, just a little, and I realized that SL just contributes more material to the already probably over-rich imaginal landscape where introverts live and thrive - in their own heads.  I was having a relatively fun evening, when what I was actually doing was sitting on a folding chair at the computer in an empty apartment that would look exactly like the office if it had any furniture in it at all.  I was also drinking absinthe, which helped.  But "the green" is about sharing, and I was by myself.  I wasn't even having the avatar talk to people digitally, just dancing weird by herself, like I always do.

I am resident in the castle of Beauty's "Beast," imprisoned there no less than he by an absent fairy who tells tales more compelling than reality.  The more fantastical and elaborate the elements of the dreamscape, the more enticing and imprisoning it all is.  The only way out is true connection, true love, just like in the fairy tale, tales which entwine hard truths in their storytelling webs.  But truth has to break in, or out.  Breaking hurts, even if it's to reset something correctly.  I'm not making (nor looking to make) any true connections in SL, nor is any other introvert.  I'm just putting angels in the architecture.  And they didn't fall down to Earth for that.