“In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities…” – Arthur Rimbaud.
I have always enjoyed endings. Because of this…
I am a book flipper. I will read the end before the middle most of the time.
My favorite movie is Polanski’s “Chinatown”. Not because of the wonderful acting or beautiful scenery. No, it is because of the last line of the last scene, “forget it Jake, it’s Chinatown.” With that line the whole damn ugly affair is encapsulated.
I love airports. Where every minute of every day all over this huge crazy world someone is saying good-bye.
Endings have the ability to tear us apart and bind us together. Endings are never mundane and because of this they are remembered. I do not recall what I had for dinner 155 days ago, it is lost in murky haze, but I can still see my fathers face come into focus out of a throng of soldiers as he looked back at me while walking onto a bus, heading to war. I was 12, I had on a blue T-shirt and the next day my mother took me for a haircut. I remember. And in the end when faced with the inevitable oblivion, I firmly believe, it is these poignant moments of clarity that have burned themselves into the very fabric of our ego’s that we will recall and revisit. That will be compiled and ran in a blazing instant before waiting to be reloaded.
Ending’s and beginnings. Flags tied around tree’s that will lead us back.
This class has made me consider that humanity, as we know it, is ending. The question of if it’s a dawn or sunset still to be decided. With our quick integration to computers and technology and the fact that now, under no uncertain terms, we rely upon them for basically everything in life, I cannot see it as anything else. Computers are expanding our horizons further than we ever dreamed we could go, yet, paradoxically, they are boxing us in. I can turn on my computer and pull up pictures of black holes within a minute while concurrently most freshman in high school can not run a mile in less than fifteen minutes. We can listen to Bach, the Beatles, or Bob Dylan from a little inch by half inch box at our waist but are having a harder and harder time listening to people we claim to love right in front of us. No doubt it is a tangled web we weave.
This class has put idea’s and concepts I once thought out of reach( the creation of web-pages, database interaction, programming, putting together hardware etc.) within reach. It has broken down lofty words and symbols into understandable language that I can feel comfortable with and attempt to learn more about. I am excited to spend part of my Christmas break learning more about writing HTML and building webpages. It is a tool I always wanted to have and now to be able to go forward is great.
After taking this class I have more questions than answers and that is a good thing. I want to know more about Alan Turning, I cannot wait to read Ray Kurzweil, I want to know if there is a way to intertwine natural living with computers. I want to know where technology is taking us for I do not think we are taking technology anywhere. We are now latched upon it’s back for the ride.
I learned that this is a field I can be excited to be apart of and cannot wait to join.
Thank you for teaching it.
Onward to splendid cities.
Christopher Tupps
Human sexuality is to say the least a complicated force. Under various disguises this force has ripped apart empires, written hundreds of thousands of (mostly) terrible poetry, and has had a hand in most of civilizations advancements. From the phallic shape of a monolith to the porn industry becoming a major driving force into the shaping of what the internet will be in the future, all facets of technology have felt the push and pull of sex drives. It is branded into all of our creations unavoidably. It is, no matter if we like it or not, just a fact of of who we are, it is a piece of the jigsaw of human nature.
