This is the story of the first of two words.
As one of the older
Vocians, I’m usually the feisty and headstrong one. As such, it wasn’t
surprising that I had my fair share of strong opinions while, over the
past few months, we internally debated how to "name" Voce’s work in
the online arena.
Wait. Online? Is that right?
What about Internet or Web? What about the infamous e@ or
two words runtogther or ManyWordsRunTogtherWithCapitals?
We went with two simple words — adjective and noun.
The adjective? Digital. It was, without doubt, the one term
that I initially found most bothersome. It sounded. . .well, very 1995 to me.
As brilliant as his
book still is, the word lacked the edge and drama that I personally
thought our practice should bear. I’d been striving, like the
others, for a phrase that could encompass blogs and wikis
and RSS and online groups and everything that is and will be in this developing
Collective Brain — and I was at an utter loss.
Turns out, I began to see the light during an impromptu
huddle with my colleagues on a rainy January Tuesday in
have no idea where this will go. While blogs and wikis are the current items,
and rightfully so, we have as much chance of forecasting about this environment
as the 1969
NASA astronauts did of predicting the International
Space Station.
The only common denominator, for now, is
"digital." Strings of ones and zeroes. It might be the internet, or
TV, or your phone, car or toaster. But it’s happening digitally and will for
about as long as a good name should last.
So what bugs me about "digital"? I did a little
soul-searching and a little reading and I think it bugs me because,
essentially, digital is nothing more than a really
good fake. The digital clock is accurate — but discrete. There are no
shades of gray. One digital picture might be better than another in terms of
clarity and color, but it still boils down to zeroes and ones. It’s a fake. It
may be a very good fake, with gazillions of ones and zeroes, but it is still a
fake.
For all its bad rap, analog is where it’s at. Analog is
real. Analog is the chest-thunder of a bass drum, the lush smell of onions and
butter on the stove, the stuff for which there is no substitute.
So call me old-fashioned, or feisty, or even headstrong. As
clear and present as is high-definition TV, I’d rather be there. For all the
tremoring beauty of Meeting
Across the River, I’ll take the power and life of Springsteen
in concert. No matter how cute that picture might be — and it is really cute
– I’ll take the warmth and the humor and the realness of my nine year old girl
on a rainy January Saturday with a chocolate
ice cream mustache.
We all would, wouldn’t we? It’s real. It’s analog.
But the next best thing — and the entity in which the
Collective Brain resides and will reside — is digital.
Next word next time.
– Tim Johnson

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