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Michael Hampton is My Hero of the Day [en]

Michael Hampton is My Hero of the Day [en]

[fr] En principe, les problèmes de serveur sont résolus. Retour à la normale aussi vite que j'arrive à transférer les données avec la connection wifi très approximative que nous avons ici.

[Michael Hampton, also known as io_error](http://www.homelandstupidity.us/) just saved my life today by solving the [encoding problem on my new hosting](http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2006/12/11/wordpress-dreamhost-wifi-arghl/). It seems something went wrong when I imported my SQL dumps into the new database. Solving the encoding issue seems to have solved the “can log into admin but can’t do anything” WordPress issue (if someone can explain why, I’d be interested).

And [danah](http://www.zephoria.org/thoughts/) is my heroine of the day, because after a morning of [politicians](http://www.onemanandhisblog.com/archives/2006/12/le_web_3_hijack.html) and [WiFi fighting](http://annedominique.wordpress.com/2006/12/12/leweb3-day-1-joies-et-frustration/), it was nice to hear an [interesting talk](http://steph.wordpress.com/2006/12/12/le-web-3-danah-boyd/).

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Harvard Law in Second Life [en]

Harvard Law in Second Life [en]

[fr] Un cours de la prestigieuse Harvard Law School est en train d'avoir lieu en partie à l'intérieur de Second Life. Quand je parle de Second Life comme outil/média éducatif, c'est à des choses comme ça que je pensais. Je suis allé y faire un tour, j'ai parlé avec une des instigatrices du projet, et je compte bien essayer de suivre en tous cas une partie de ce cours, qui a lieu les lundis et mardis.

By chance, I picked up [a link to today’s RocketBoom](http://www.rocketboom.com/vlog/archives/2006/09/rb_06_sep_12.html) in the #wordpress IRC channel (thanks, [twidget](http://charlesstricklin.com/)). I don’t often watch [RocketBoom](http://rocketboom.com “Popular internet video show. Pretty geeky. Funny.”), but the new presentator (en?) had a nice British accent, so I watched the whole thing.

A [Harvard Law course in Second Life](http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/cyberone/) caught my attention. I watched the trailer, and decided to [hop in and see for myself](http://slurl.com/secondlife/Berkman/123/219/24/?x=400&y=400&img=http%3A//www.law.harvard.edu/programs/center_law/berkman_logo.gif&title=Welcome%20to%20Berkman%20Center%20for%20Internet%20and%20Society%20at%20Harvard%20Law%20School&msg=Berkman%20Island%20is%20the%20product%20of%20a%20collaboration%20between%20individuals%20associated%20with%20the%20real-life%20Berkman%20Center%20and%20Second%20Life%20citizens.%20Members%20of%20the%20community%20have%20helped%20landscape%2C%20enrich%2C%20and%20create%20unique%20content.%20For%20the%20purpose%20of%20the%20Beyond%20Broadcast%20conference%20%28http%3A//beyondbroadcast.net/blog/%29%2C%20we%20have%20built%20an%20inworld%20broadcasting%20center%20and%20a%203D%20replica%20of%20the%20Ames%20Courtroom%20at%20the%20Harvard%20Law%20School.). I’ve been telling people around me that [Second Life](http://secondlife.com) provides opportunities for education that we can barely yet imagine. I’m glad to see that it’s starting to happen. [Watch the trailer for yourself](http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/cyberone/videos/CyberOne.mp4) [10.5Mb].

Inside the Second Life lecture hall (a replica of the real Harvard one, from what I understood) I chatted a while with [Rebecca](http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/cyberone/2006/09/11/day-one-comes-to-a-close/) (one of the instigators!) and a student, LZ.

I learnt that the class was open to “public” ([“at large”](http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/cyberone/audiences/at-large/), they call it), and I’m very tempted to participate. I missed the first classes though, yesterday and today, but the [wiki](http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/cyberone/administration/syllabus#9_11) contains a lot of information and is supposed to give links to the lecture videos (haven’t found those, I’d be glad if somebody can point me to them). A lot of [reading material](http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/cyberone/course-materials/readings/) is online. They also have a [20-minute introduction to Second Life](http://cm.dce.harvard.edu/2006/01/82002/P11/index.html) but [Flock](http://flock.com) can’t find the missing plugins I need to view it. Damn!

So, anyway, had to let you know about this. I think it’s exciting!

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Culture Shock in Second Life [en]

Culture Shock in Second Life [en]

[fr] Second Life est vraiment ressenti par ceux qui l'utilisent comme un espace physique. Preuve en est le sentiment de désorientation qui m'habite alors que je découvre cet espace -- sentiment très proche de celui qui a accompagné mes premiers jours un Inde: un choc culturel. On trouve également dans Second Life des problèmes de racisme. A mon avis, un terrain fertile pour mieux comprendre, par exemple, comment l'utilisation de jeux vidéos interactifs (comme WoW) peut agir sur nous.

After [my first few hours inside Second Life](http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2006/08/12/first-steps-in-second-life/), I realized that the confusion I was feeling was very similar to what I had experienced when I [first arrived in India](http://climbtothestars.org/logbook): I was suffering from a [culture shock](http://climbtothestars.org/writing/choc/ “Some thoughts I wrote down after a few days in India, in French.”).

There were people all around me that looked like nothing I’d ever seen before. I had trouble communicating (I’d try to chat and I’d fly up in the air) and identifying what I saw in my surroundings. I didn’t know where to go. I read notes which mentioned places which ringed no bells. I just didn’t know what to do or where to start.

But what really rang the “culture shock” bells for me was that I was feeling anxious and afraid of the avatar-people around me. I feared somebody would pounce on me (well, my avatar, but by then the identification process had kicked in), or animate my avatar against my will, or start shouting obscene things at me. I felt pretty insecure and vulnerable amongst all these people with masks on their faces. I had no idea what to expect from them, just as I had no idea what to expect from people when I landed in India.

In India, I was afraid to go out by myself and explore. In Second Life, I get some of that feeling too. I’m afraid of ending up in “bad places”. Talk of griefers and guns makes me scared. So I tend to hang out in the [New Citizens Plaza](http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kuula/61/141/28/) a lot. *(Note: if you click on that URL, you’ll be shown where that place is on a map of Second Life. If you’re running Second Life, you can click on the “Teleport” button to go there. Doesn’t seem to work for me, though.)* Then last night [buridan](http://wiki.tmttlt.com/) showed me to [Joi](http://joi.ito.com)’s [island Kula](http://slurl.com/secondlife/Kula%202/140/80/21) (fun stuff there with merry-go-rounds and dancing floors).

The interesting point here is that I’m exploring Second Life space just as I do real physical geographical space. I find the same patterns in my behaviour. Same with activities that do not match anything in my life experience yet: flying, teleporting — I don’t tend to do these things much yet, just as it took me a while to start taking rickshaws on my own, queueing to get somebody else to photocopy (“Xerox”) documents for me, and fend off beggars efficiently.

Second Life is much more than “chat with graphics”. As I told my Grandma on the phone yesterday, when she asked me what on earth my last posts were about, it’s almost like an “internet inside the internet”. There are chatrooms in it, but they are informal and transient: put a few people in an open space, and if they gather and start talking, you have a chatroom-like atmosphere. But you can walk/fly/teleport away, [do your hair](http://www.flickr.com/photos/bunny/213397504/) or build/program stuff while the others talk. All that without leaving Second Life.

As a long-time IRC chatroom inhabitant, I see two major differences between what I’m used to and Second Life.

From the chatroom point of view, first of all, you cannot be in two places at once inside Second Life. On IRC, I sit in way more than one chatroom at a time, and it’s not uncommon for me to be conducting conversations in two or three chatrooms at once. In Second Life, you can send private messages in parallel to the “physical group conversation” you’re having, but you can’t have more than one group conversation.

Another “quality” of Second Life that strikes me is that it’s less “partial-attention-friendly” than text-only chat or instant messaging — or even web surfing. I find it very hard to do “something else” at the same time as I’m in Second Life. I think it has something to do with the graphical nature of Second Life, and how rich an environment it is. There’s enough material *inside* Second Life for partial attention as it is 🙂 — but also, the fact there is a graphical representation of the people you’re chatting with helps capture one’s attention. (Maybe I feel things this way because I’m new to Second Life, I might think differently later on.)

So, even though Second Life is an entirely on-the-computer thing, it clearly activates the pathways in our brains that we use to deal with physical space and beings. I’ve already said many times that the internet is broadly perceived as “space without space”, but it’s much more obvious in Second Life. Another element that shows us how “real” this virtual environment is to our brains is the presence of [racism in Second Life](http://secondlife.blogs.com/nwn/2006/02/the_skin_youre_.html). The topic came up when I was talking to a few “Furries” (ie, people with an [animal-like avatar](http://flickr.com/photos/bunny/215001301/)) who mentioned there were “furry areas” because Furries were often subject to discrimination from others. Even though we know the aspect of a Second Life citizen is a mask, it seems to have an impact on the way we relate to him/her.

This, to me, is related in some way to the fact that the learning experiences you make in interactive virtual worlds (think “video games”) affect your “non-game” life as well (think “flight simulators”). Which can bring us to question, for example, what effect it can have on one’s brain to spend a long number of hours “killing virtual people”. But that’s another chapter!

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First Steps in Second Life [en]

First Steps in Second Life [en]

[fr] Mes premiers pas dans l'environnement Second Life. En trois sessions (hier soir, ce matin, et ce soir) j'ai tout de même réussi à changer d'habits et de coupe de cheveux. Je trouve l'apprentissage difficile. Ce n'est pas habituel pour moi de me sentir maladroite et submergée d'informations devant un ordinateur!

A few months ago, I signed up for Second Life. I spent one evening going through the “training” island, and then didn’t go back until yesterday (Second Life won’t run on my windows box).

Well, people, I’m finding it really hard. I’m not used to finding myself in an environment I have trouble using and which is confusing to me. Here’s the story of what I’ve been through and understood (or not) — with pictures, so that you can get an idea what’s going on in there if you’re not familiar with Second Life. I’m Stephanie Spicoli in Second Life — do get in touch in-world if you have an account.

One thing I’ve pretty much figured out is how to use the arrows to walk around. Sounds silly, heh? At first, I kept running into things. Now I’m getting used to turn left/right, and backwards/forwards.

Yesterday evening, I spent some time in the welcome zone — lots of weirdos there. A kind person helped me out a bit by giving me things and showing me some place I could go to which were nice.

Put this way, it sounds straightforward, doesn’t it? Well, it isn’t. What happened is I started having all sorts of little pop-ups appearing on my screen. I didn’t know for the life of me what to do with them. First I clicked “Discard” on all of them because I didn’t know what they were. Then I had to ask her to give them to me again, and vaguely understood I had to keep them in my Inventory (that’s where you store things in Second Life, kind of like a big handbag). But I couldn’t figure out how to put them in there. Actually, I just had to close the pop-up windows, they were already in my inventory. Gosh. Thank goodness chatting is pretty similar (albeit somewhat laggy when it comes to typing feedback) and I’m at least familiar with that part.

Very confusing I then teleported to New Citizens Incorporated, a place which gives classes and has lots of free stuff for newcomers. You can see the shops on this photograph. I went into one of the shops, and the shelves were absolutely packed with all sorts of stuff which didn’t make much sense to me. Well, one type of item I understood was “clothes”. I wasn’t really interested in clothes at first, until I saw another person wearing exactly the same outfit as I was! I was still wearing the default outfit they give you in the training zone.

That set me off on my first mission: try to get some new clothes. Not as easy as it sounds. I managed to get a box or two of female clothes off a shelf (Cmd-click on the box, and choose buy). Of course, I tried to wear the clothes directly and ended up with a box on my head. Then I understood I had to go in my inventory, drag the box out of it so it was on the floor, Cmd-click on it, choose open, then go back into my inventory, look at what items of clothing were in there, Cmd-click the ones I wanted to wear and choose “wear” from the menu. Sounds like a lot of trouble just to change clothes, doesn’t it? Well, it was. It probably took me an hour. Needless to say that in the process I ended up in my underwear — though hopefully I managed to avoid being stark naked in the middle of NCI Plaza.

Classes you can take at New Citizens

At that point I was ready to try to do something with my hair. Somebody told me there were classes organized for new Second Life citizens, so I went to have a look at the program. Unfortunately there was no class named “dye your hair pink in less than 30 minutes”, so I postponed that piece of fun to the next session.

Instead, I played around a bit with the camera controls (I desperately wanted to see what my face looked like) and tried to take a snapshot or two. Managed to zoom out! Well, I still have a lot of learning to do. Zoom in and out works now that I’ve understood I can use the MacBook trackpad scrolling technique (go up or down the trackpad with two fingers, and it scrolls/zooms). As for detaching the camera from right behind my avatar and moving it around and up and down… well, sometimes I manage, sometimes I don’t. It’s a bit hit-and-miss — again, not something I’m used to on a computer. I’m aware that for many people, normal computer use is just as confusing as Second Life is for me now. It’s an interesting experience for me.

As I’m writing this, I’m trying to remember when I did what. I’ve been on Second Life three times (last night, this morning, tonight). I’m honestly not certain which part of the story I’m telling you was last night, and which part was this morning. My memories are a bit confused and jumbled up.

Right, I went to look at the time I took the various screenshots I have: this morning, I chatted quite a bit with a bunch of people who were trying to build a Griefball.

Meet the Griefball!

A Griefball? Well, as one put it, mainly a statement — but the idea was also that this ball would then be programmed to get rid of griefers. Griefers are the Second Life equivalent to trolls. We had one this morning, by the way: he was dancing all over the place and making noises and stuff. Pretty irritating. I “muted” him (the equivalent of “ignore”) and then I think somebody else filed an abuse report on him. How do you mute somebody? Not too hard: Cmd-click on that person’s avatar, and click “Mute” in the menu that appears.

This morning, I also decided to do something about my hair. After a few random clicks in my inventory (I saw I had different kinds of hair in there) I finally landed in the hair style editing menu. Holy cow! There are **tons** of settings. You can literally spend *hours* doing your hair in Second Life.

Spend hours doing your hair

I also managed to make it pink (my initial goal). The magic slider for that is “rainbow colour” (don’t ask).

Tonight, I:

– grew a pink tiger-tail (not quite true, somebody gave it to me)
– swapped my red shirt (arghl, not nice with pink hair) for a green one (which I modified myself!)
– went for a stroll in the park by sunset
– got stuck in a mountain (no photos of that, I was too busy trying to get out).

Want pictures? Clicky below:

Stephanie Spicoli New green shirt Sunset

Overall, for the moment, I’ve met quite a few nice helpful people. What makes Second Life exciting is also what makes it really difficult to get into: it’s complex. I’m spending a lot of time learning stuff which isn’t really that interesting in itself for me (I have no ambition to become a digital hairstylist) but which is needed for what’s coming next. Feeling comfortable with your inventory, moving the camera about, doing things with objects… there are all basic skills and I’m not comfortable with them yet. But if you want a world where people can be digital artists, build businesses, organise live music performances or conferences, you need that level of complexity to allow users to be creative.

As one of the people who helped me out this morning said: “there’s not a lot of hand-holding”. Inside Second Life, of course, there are classes and coaching, but in my opinion the interface is complicated enough that it’ll get in the way from getting help in-world for many people.

I’m certain there is (will soon be) a market for introduction classes to Second Life… in First Life.

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Second Life: c'est quoi? [fr]

Second Life: c'est quoi? [fr]

[en] A brief explanation of what Second Life is. It's a graphical world you access to by signing up on the website and downloading a programme to your computer. In that world, you are represented by an "avatar" (you can see mine from the back at the bottom of the picture, in the middle).

You can interact with other people there by chatting, and you can also interact with objects in the world, or even create things. Everything you see in the photograph was created by people like me (only they have a bit more experience, obviously!)

There is money in Second Life you can use to buy and sell things. If you make things people want, like clothes, you can actually make money inside Second Life and convert it into real (First Life) currency. Second Life is free to use, though you'll need a paying account if you want to do fancy things like own land.

The difference between Second Life and online multiplayer games is that there is no goal or meaning to it other than what we put into it. You can go into Second Life because you like chatting in a graphical environment, or because you enjoy being a digital hairdresser/stylist/architect/whatever. You can organise conferences or even musical events. Basically, anything is possible.

03.12.2006: Lecteurs du Matin Dimanche, par ici!

[Second Life](http://secondlife.com) est un monde virtuel. On y accède en ouvrant un compte (comme pour la plupart des services en ligne) et en installant un programme sur son ordinateur. Un monde virtuel, ça peut ressembler à ça:

Very confusing

Là, vous me voyez en bas au milieu de l’image, de dos. Il y a deux ou trois autres personnages dans l’image, et au fond, une série de magasins. On est représenté dans le monde virtuel par son *avatar* — un personnage du monde virtuel que l’on peut contrôler et [façonner à sa guise](http://flickr.com/photos/cosmickitty/54030613/ “Photo. Certains avatars sont très élaborés.”).

A l’intérieur de Second Life, on peut se déplacer, chatter avec les gens que l’on rencontre, agir sur les objets du monde que l’on rencontre, et même fabriquer toutes sortes de choses. Tout ce que vous voyez dans la photo du haut a été construit par les “résidents” de Second Life (des gens comme moi, mais qui maîtrisent un peu mieux). Quand on se déplace, le champ visuel (la “caméra”) se déplace aussi automatiquement.

Si on veut, Second Life est comme un grand chatroom, mais avec un environnement graphique. Du coup, on ne va pas se contenter d’intéragir avec les personnes présentes, mais aussi avec le monde lui-même.

L’interface graphique fait penser aux jeux de rôle en réseau multi-utilisateurs comme [World of Warcraft](http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_of_Warcraft). La grande différence entre un tel jeu et Second Life est que dans Second Life, il n’y a pas de “but du jeu”: comme dans la vie réelle (First Life), c’est nous qui produisons les buts et le sens.

Second Life est gratuit. Si on veut posséder du terrain, par contre, il faut un compte payant. A l’intérieur de Second Life, il y a de l’argent. On en reçoit un peu au départ, et on peut l’utiliser pour acheter des choses. Comme dans Second Life n’importe qui peut créer des objets, on peut aussi s’improviser artisan ou artiste digital et vendre ses productions à d’autres. On peut même [y gagner sa vie](http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/06_18/b3982001.htm) — en fait, toute une économie parallèle est en marche dans ce monde, et comme il y a un taux de change entre la monnaie “virtuelle” de Second Life et de vrais dollars, elle peut avoir une incidence sur la nôtre.

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History of Online Life [en]

History of Online Life [en]

[fr] J'ai beau dire dans mes conférences que ce que l'on met sur le web est hors de notre contrôle, et risque de devenir permanent, je suis de plus en plus confrontée à  la disparition de l'histoire numérique. Quelques réflexions sur l'histoire de Kaycee Nicole Swenson, l'adolescente fictionnelle qui mourut de leucémie en mai 2001.

I’m having a chat with [Kevin](http://epeus.blogspot.com/) (who should blog more!) about some past things, and he’s hunting around in [the Internet Archive](http://archive.org) for photos and stuff. A lot of it (2003, 2004) is already gone. Can’t be found.

During my talks to teenagers, I always stress that something you put on the web is out of your control, and that you cannot “remove” it. In some cases you might, but you can’t be sure there isn’t a copy lying around somewhere.

Another thing I tell the kids I talk to is the [Kaycee Nicole Swenson story](/writing/kaycee) — the young leukemia patient who died; she blogged for two years, was active in online communities, exchanged phone calls and presents with other bloggers and chatters, and was even interviewed for the New York Times — but never existed. Her original blog has been taken down, and a lot of stuff I referred to at the time when I wrote about the story. I [googled for her](http://www.google.com/search?q=kaycee+nicole+swenson) to see what came up. Amongst various results came [this blog entry from 2004](http://blogs.setonhill.edu/ChristopherUlicne/coursework/006005.html). It ends like this:

Debbie Swenson did something that few writers have done before: she brought a character into the world of the living, gave her a working heart and soul, and affected real people’s lives with her work.

In my opinion, that should be the purpose of all writing: to make a real difference. So in this case, my hat is off to Debbie for her skill and wisdom.

Pardon me? Duping people is “wisdom”? Please allow me to disagree strongly. I wanted to post this comment and although it [appears in coCo](http://www.cocomment.com/article/7130), it didn’t get posted to the original blog because of some MovableType templat problem. Here it is:

Well, maybe we (because I was one of Kaycee’s readers) can cherish the memory of many cancer patients, but we can also cherish the memory of having been duped.

If I’m going to put energy in a relationship, I want it to match reality, somewhat. Otherwise it makes no sense.

Have you seen The Matrix? Maybe we should all eat little pills that make us happy — if we don’t know we’re not living in reality, where’s the damage?

Some of my thoughts on the topic, in French:

And in English:

All this happened in [May 2001](http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2001/05/ “See my blog archives at the time.”). It makes me feel like such an old-timer. Was anybody else around? Who remembers Kaycee Nicole?

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Nuit du Journal Intime: réflexions [fr]

Nuit du Journal Intime: réflexions [fr]

[en] I was part of a panel in Geneva last Saturday. It was about intimacy in the age of blogs and the internet. Interesting experience, very different from the geek/tech events I'm used to. Some thoughts about the evening.

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Je reviens (pas trop à  chaud) sur [la soirée de samedi à  Genève](http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2006/02/11/ce-soir-a-geneve-nuit-du-journal-intime/). Dans l’ensemble, ce fut une bonne soirée, malgré mon rhume bien installé. Quelques réflexions en vrac. J’ai pris quelques photos que [je suis en train de mettre en ligne](http://flickr.com/photos/bunny/sets/72057594064337767/).

**Accueil**

Je suis de plus en plus sensible à  la qualité de l’accueil lorsque je me rends quelque part pour une conférence ou un interview. Est-ce que quelqu’un est là  pour m’accueillir, déjà ? Dois-je payer mon café? Ce sont des petites choses qui ne sont jamais spécifiées dans le “contrat”, mais qui comptent. Quand je me déplace pour parler dans une école, on me paie, certes, mais je suis quand même une “invitée”.

Par exemple, j’ai récemment commencé à  insister pour qu’une personne soit présente quelques minutes avant le début de mon intervention pour régler les problèmes techniques s’il y en a. J’ai déjà  à  porter le poids de la prestation publique (si on peut appeler ça ainsi) sans avoir à  courir à  droite et à  gauche juste avant de parler parce que telle ou telle chose ne fonctionne pas.

Lorsque je me déplace pour un interview, je suis sensible aussi à  ce genre d’attention. Est-ce qu’on me fait poireauter dans la cafétéria durant près d’une demi-heure, Nuit du Journal Intime 3comme cela m’est arrivé récemment? Est-ce qu’on s’occupe de mes frais de transport? Comme je l’ai dit ici il y a quelque temps, j’ai [passé le stade où je suis heureuse de donner du temps et de l’argent simplement pour figurer dans la presse](http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2006/01/16/etre-madame-blogs/).

Assez de grogne: l’accueil à  la Nuit du Journal Intime était très bon. Petit salon pour les débattaires, choses à  grignoter, boissons, petit cadeau joli (un carnet d’écriture et une boîte de thé), souper offert après le débat. Foie gras, s’il vous plaît. Très bon de surcroît. J’ai un peu poireauté dans le hall, mais par ma faute: j’ai marmonné un peu trop timidement au réceptionniste que j’avais rendez-vous à  18h30, sans annoncer clairement que je venais pour participer au débat. Ça m’apprendra, pour la prochaine fois.

**Intimité**

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Qu’est-ce que l’intimité? Qu’est-ce qui est intime, pour moi? Pour ouvrir le débat, on nous a demandé à  chacun d’expliciter un peu notre rapport à  l’intimité. Quelles sont les choses qui font partie de notre sphère intime? J’ai de la peine à  répondre. De prime abord, je dirais “ce que je ne publie pas dans mon blog,” car pour moi, l’intime s’oppose au public. Mais ce n’est pas aussi simple que ça. On peut étaler son intimité en public — cela reste l’intimité. Ou non?

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Disons plutôt que pour moi, ce qui est intime est ce que je ne partage pas facilement. Ce que je ne livre qu’à  des personnes choisies, et pas au monde. Ou encore, c’est ce qui m’expose quand je le partage. Dans ce sens là , on peut trouver dans ce blog quelques (rares) passages qui abordent des sujets intimes.

Je pense qu’il y a une distinction importante à  faire entre “l’intimité personnelle” (ce que *je* considère intime) et “l’intimité sociale” (ce que le société considère comme faisant partie de la sphère intime). Catherine Millet, auteur de La vie sexuelle de Catherine M., disait lors du débat que pour elle, l’intimité se situait plutôt au niveau émotionnel que corporel/sexuel. Voici à  mon avis un exemple de cas où son intimité personnelle ne coïncide pas avec l’intimité sociale.

**Ambiance**

Ambiance très sérieuse, pour moi qui sortait directement de [LIFT’06](http://lift06.org). Les événements geeks et le milieu des blogs en général sont très relax. On se tutoie, on ne se prend pas (trop) au sérieux, on se plante et on recommence. Me retrouver sur scène, avec des personnes que je connais à  peine et que je vousoie (c’est bête, mais pour moi ça fait vraiment une différence), qui ont clairement plus l’habitude que moi de ce genre d’exercice, éblouie par les projecteurs… J’avoue que je me sentais relativement peu à  ma place.

Ça s’est bien passé, pourtant. J’ai “fait ma blogueuse”, j’ai dit un peu mes doutes, ce que je ne savais pas, et aussi un peu ce que je savais. J’en prends conscience en écrivant: il y avait beaucoup plus de mise en scène ce soir-là  que ce dont j’ai l’habitude. C’est ça: la mise en scène. C’est étrange pour moi.

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J’ai trouvé le débat un peu difficile à  suivre par moments. Je ne voyais pas tellement, en fait, où était le débat. C’était intéressant d’écouter ce que les autres invités avaient à  dire, mais des fois j’avais l’impression que l’on ne s’entendait pas vraiment.

Hors de la grande salle de spectacles, de retour dans le lounge avec bougies, velours rouge et petites tables pour les lectures de journaux intimes et le repas, c’était très joli et chaleureux.

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Ce que j’ai beaucoup aimé, c’est l’interview-radio avec la DRS, après le débat, de retour dans le petit salon. La journaliste nous a demandé de revenir sur le débat, sur ce qu’on y avait appris, ce qu’on en avait gardé. Puis on a commencé à  discuter. On a abordé des choses qui n’étaient pas intervenues dans le débat. Pour moi, c’était plus riche, finalement, que la forme un peu dirigée du débat. Ce n’est pas étonnant que ma préférence aille dans ce sens: les blogs, les podcasts, internet… c’est le lieu de la conversation, sans forme prédéfinie. C’est dans ce milieu-là  que je me sens à  l’aise.

**Droits d’auteur**

Après l’interview, j’ai demandé à  la journaliste s’il était possible d’avoir une copie de ce qu’elle avait enregistré, entre autres parce que j’y avais mis en mots des choses que j’avais envie de pouvoir garder et utiliser. (En passant, ça m’a fait très bizarre, durant le débat, de penser que nous n’étions pas enregistrés. J’ai trop l’habitude, avec le web, de laisser des traces derrière moi.)

Nous avons ensuite parlé de droits d’auteur, parce que j’exprimais mon désir de rendre disponible certaines choses sur le web. J’ai lu récemment (je ne sais plus sur quel blog, honte à  moi) qu’un blogueur avait reçu l’interdiction de la part d’une journaliste de publier l’interview par e-mail qu’il lui avait accordé. Le blogueur en question disait quelque chose comme ceci: de quel droit peut-on m’interdire de mettre à  disposition mes propres mots? De même, la DRS peut-elle prétendre détenir des droits sur ce que j’ai dit durant cet interview, parce qu’elle a fourni le matériel d’enregistrement? Et si j’avais enregistré en parallèle avec mon matériel? J’ai mentionné l’épisode du [vidéocast de Robert Scoble](http://climbtothestars.org/archives/2006/02/04/wild-videocast-of-robert-scoble-interview/#comment-54442), où j’ai fait précisément ça, avec l’accord des intervenants.

En fait, a précisé la journaliste, ce n’est que sur ses mots à  elle que la DRS détient des droits d’auteur. Cela fait, sens, car lorsqu’elle nous interviewe, elle représente la radio pour laquelle elle travaille. Quand j’aurai reçu le CD, je ferai donc un montage avec mes propres mots et le mettrai en ligne.

La journaliste connaissait EFF, Creative Commons, etc… j’en suis baba!

Et vous? Etiez-vous à  cette soirée? Qu’en avez-vous pensé?

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Attention Span and Partial Attention [en]

Attention Span and Partial Attention [en]

[fr] Est-ce que l'habitude du multitâches devant l'écran m'a fait perdre mes pouvoirs de concentration? J'ai du mal à  suivre les conférences, alors qu'avec dix ans d'uni, on pourrait considérer que j'ai de l'entraînement...

I spent ten years at university. During those years, I attended lectures on a variety of subject, sometimes from 7am to 8pm, taking notes and understanding most of what was said.

What’s wrong with me now? I can’t seem to follow most of the talks given here. I remember having the same problem at [BlogTalk 2.0](http://blogtalk.net/) a couple of years back. Is it the partial attention thing, because of course, I can’t follow what is being said when I’m typing up a post or chatting in a backchannel. Or uploading photos.

Should I put the computer away and take notes by hand? My writing sucks now, and RSI clearly will prevent me from taking notes during two whole days.

Is it worse that that? Have years of multitasking in front of a screen impaired my ability to concentrate and focus on a single thing? Have I lost the power or the will to concentrate? That, I have to admit, is a scary idea.

On the other hand, maybe it’s just poor audio output in the room (thanks, [Jérôme](http://www.ifeedyou.com/blog/), for making me feel less alone about this) coupled to my usual not-so-good audio input, plus, in some cases, the fact I’m not used to following English spoken by non-native speakers (particularly francophones, because I usually speak French with them)? And the fact that I’m tired?

Oh well. It’s probably a mixture of everything. I wonder if I shouldn’t have posted this on the [Cheese Sandwich Blog](http://steph.wordpress.com) — but it’s a little late for that.

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Des électrons à  la chair [fr]

Des électrons à  la chair [fr]

Hier à  midi, je discutais avec deux collègues-amies de mon week-end à  Lyon et de mes rencontres en général avec des “gens d’Internet”. En particulier, je leur ai raconté ma mémorable “première fois” — celle qui m’a mené jusqu’à  San Francisco.

Au début, bien entendu, cela fait bizarre de créer des liens un tant soit peu signifiants avec des gens “virtuels”. On ne “fait le pas” de rencontrer la personne dans le monde de la chair que si elle compte particulièrement. Les premières rencontres sont donc souvent de l’ordre de l’extra-ordinaire.

Avec le temps et l’expérience, pourtant, faire passer des gens de “online” à  “offline” devient de plus en plus banal, de plus en plus normal. De plus en plus plaisant également, puisqu’on est mieux préparés à  cet instant étrange où l’on se trouve pour la première fois en présence de cet(te) inconnu(e) que l’on connaît pourtant parfois si bien.

On se reconnaît souvent, on se connaît pourtant, mais soudain c’est comme si on se rencontrait pour la première fois — les conversations électroniques passent au second plan, s’évaporent même parfois, et seule compte tout d’un coup cette personne humaine complète que l’on découvre devant soi. La relation en face-à -face reste à  construire.

Faute de mieux, j’appelle ce phénomène le “choc du corps” ou le “choc de la chair”. Dans les relations “normales” entre les personnes, le corps joue un rôle primordial dans la perception de l’autre. A un niveau très basique, l’autre est son corps. Rien de tel sur le net. Même si on a des photos, des extraits vocaux ou même des coups de fil, on ne se trouve jamais face à  l’autre en tant que corps dans le monde.

D’une certaine façon, se retrouver pour la première fois de façon “normale” face à  l’autre va ébranler ce qui existait jusque là . Ensuite, suivant les cas, on se retrouve vite, moins vite, ou presque pas.

Il faudra que je vous raconte une fois l’histoire de San Francisco…

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Brainstorm [en]

Brainstorm [en]

Waferbaby is now taking user-submitted brainstorms. So of course…

Is just friendship possible between a man and a woman, or does romance always get in the way?

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