My Lilac Toilet Roll

my pink/lilac toilet roll
As has been covered in a previous discourse, the naming of things is important. As with my toilet rolls that are, in fact pink, despite being called ‘lilac’ on the packaging, when something has the wrong name it can be misleading and confusing.

Think how awful it is then, when something has no name at all!

Many people have complimented me on the penguin who is sitting, looking down on us all, from the top right of Bright Meadow’s header. Ever since Spooky created him for me back in the summer of 2005, I have been looking for a way to display him that is worthy of his evilness and cuteness, and with the move to WordPress, I was able to give him a design he wouldn’t be ashamed of. Along with my cartoon head, he is probably the most visually identifiable part of the site.

It has come to my attention, however, that the penguin doesn’t have a name.

This is a state of affairs that just can’t be allowed to continue. So, without further ado, I am proposing a competition.

Name That Penguin *1*

The rules:
Everyone has a week (the closing date will be the 2nd of February) to propose a name for the penguin.
You can propose a maximum of three names.
Only names posted in the comments field of this post will be accepted.
At the end of the submission round, there will then be a further week where you can vote for the best name from the shortlist I will compile.
The winning name will thenceforth be the name for the Bright Meadow Penguin.

Some other points:
I wish I could give prizes, but budgetary constraints (i.e., my current job-less-ness) preclude my normal generous nature. My undying love and affection will have to be enough for you.
Winning will, of course, entitle the winner to Blog Minion status if they do not already have it.
I am loath to rank my Minions, so existing Minions will just have to make do with the happy glow of knowing that they’ve done something worthwhile to make the world a better place. For after all, what is a named penguin, if not a happy penguin? And happy penguins are less likely to view you as victims in their next plot.
Don’t just limit yourself to traditional penguin names like “Pengu” – I am a great fan of unusual names, hence plants called Sebastian and George, a dog called Jason, a cat called Twigglet, and fish called Chips, Cassandra, Humph, Arthur, Shanks, and Tilley. I’m looking for a name that captures the essential identity of the Bright Meadow Penguin. Go wild!

Now, I know there’s at least 15 of you reading Bright Meadow, so let’s see if we can get at least fifteen names. Take your time, you’ve got a week, and I’ll sticky this post in the sidebar so it doesn’t get drowned beneath a horde of later posts.
Just in case you’re reading this in an RSS reader and have forgotten what the Bright Meadow Penguin looks like, here is what he looks like:
the Bright Meadow Penguin

Let the games begin!

Endnotes:
*1*Now I have the theme tune from “Dastadly and Mutley” going round in my head. Stop that pigeon… stop that pigeon… stop that pigeon now!Back

Heavy fruit

Why is fruit so heavy? Just got back from the shops with this weeks groceries – I swear the bags weighed twice as much as usual thanks to all the bloody fruit I’m now buying. Consequence – the five minute walk home took ten, and my arms feel like they’ve been the victim of some cruel and unusual torture device. This diet sucks! I was good and did take the stairs up to the flat though, regardless 🙂

blooming firefox

Why is Firefox determined to open on my right screen (the 12″ PowerBook screen), and not the left screen (the 15″ LCD)? It used to remember that I liked it open full screen on the left. The last couple of days however, it’s been determined to open on the right. Grrr. Bloody firefox.

Some thoughts on Identity

(I was going to be writing a post inspired by the Brainy Snail all about Archaeology and Web 2.0, but I got sidetracked by identity and accessibility. I’ve dealt with accessibility, so I figure if I deal with identity now, *1* I can move on to Web 2.0/Archaeology after that. Well, that’s my cunning plan anyway).

Usernames and pseudonyms have been part of my life since my mid teens when I was introduced to MSN, message boards, and ORP (online role-playing) all at once. I never thought twice about signing into MSN as “Tocasia” at the time – Tocasia was the character I played most, it was how all the people I had on my buddy-list knew me, and it was fun to be something other than plain Claire for a while. Like countless other bullied and shy teenagers, I turned to D&D and the Internet as a way of escaping a life that, at the time, wasn’t a bundle of laughs. I was fortunate. Playing a character, and chatting to others from behind a mask comprised of the anonymity of the Internet, helped me to gain a new sense of identity, and gave me some stable foundations on which I was able to rebuild (up to a point) my shattered self-esteem. To this day I regret nothing about the years I floated around the WotC boards. I slew dragons, became mayor (long story), pulled pints (even longer story), and made friends with people I would have never had the courage to talk to otherwise. Even now there are occasions when I am in a situation that scares the crap out of me, and to get through it I go, “how would Cas handle this?” There are people who still call me “Cas” to my face and I am fine with this – Cas, I always say, is the better half of Claire.

As I have grown older, however, I have come to appreciate more and more the flaws in this argument. The world in which we live in, especially the academic world in which I spend my days, invests a lot of time and effort in the idea of reputation, and reputation is inextricably linked to identity. The argument goes that you need identity to hold proper conversations – I need to be able to hang everything I already know about you from past conversations on the you-shaped blob in my mind that I identify as “Jim”. It doesn’t necessarily matter that “Jim” isn’t the name on your checkbook, but I need to be able to associate the Jim I am talking to now with Jim whose papers I have read, because it is from these papers that I get an idea of Jim’s reputation, and hence how to interact with him.

To this end, a name becomes your passport. It is generally assumed that, whilst there might be many John Smiths’, there will be only one John Smith born to particular parents at a particular time and place. This name is then attached to everything you write and say, becoming a short-hand to place ideas and research. If I hold a conversation with my supervisor and say “S. Jones, 2004” he will immediately know what article I mean, and with that the whole weight of Jones’ ideas will be brought into the conversation. I could also mention that Dr. W. Bailey has a new book out, and we might all burst out laughing – we have identified in our minds the Bailey I’m talking about, we know his reputation as a bit of an idiot, so we automatically assume that his new work will be more of the same. This might be unfair to Dr. Bailey, but it is the point of reputation – I have two books to choose from, Jones’ and Bailey’s, and only time to read one. I will, every time, choose Jones’ because I know from past experience that the person I identify in my mind as Jones knows what she is talking about, whilst Bailey is a bit of a hair-do.

What would happen if Jones decided to get married and changed her name to reflect this? Suddenly I am faced with a new article by a Dr. S. Watson. If I am unaware that Dr. S. Jones and Dr. S. Watson are one and the same, I am much less likely to treat Watson with the same respect, at least till “Watson” has rebuilt her reputation in my mind. It is a common complaint that women feel their identities are swallowed up by their husbands’ when they marry. This is not just womanly fancy. It is, up to a point, true.

The same holds true, to a degree, for conversations and personal interactions. The currency of friendship and intimacy is a reciprocal, gradual revealing of personal information, that most often starts with name and location. Your name is the thing upon which hangs everything else I know about you. It is no accident people name-drop. We are social creatures and one way we gage how “important” another person is, is by finding out who they know in turn. If they know intelligent/popular/powerful people then they in turn must have some worthwhile attributes. Cool by association, while shallow and harsh, is how a lot of things work.

Our culture also has embedded “identity norms” about authenticity in personal interactions, and one of these is the assumption that the person I am talking to is who they claim to be. Legal name may be irrelevant in many cases – so long as I have some form of name for you – but verification is not. I need to know that the MickeyMouse I am talking to now is the same MickeyMouse I was talking to earlier on, who has the associated “MickeyMouse reputation” in my head.

All the time then, we carry a picture of a person in our heads, and the name by which we know them is frequently the best handle by which to grasp, and hence organise, that information. So what happens in situations on the Internet where anonymity and pseudonymity are touted as the norm?

(I will be using myself as a case study here).

I have already mentioned how I came early to the idea of a second pseudonymous identity. By the time I was at university, I was referred to as “Cas” in the majority of online contexts, and my (online) reputation was starting to get inextricably linked in peoples minds with that identity. At the same time, I was taking baby steps into the world of archaeological academia. Due to the existence of another “CK” in the faculty, I made the conscious decision to start using my second name again. (What people assume is my middle name is actually a second forename that I just don’t use). Four years later, and “CLK” is also starting to garner a reputation and make an identity.

When I started keeping a regular online journal, which later morphed into Bright Meadow, there was no contest – it was online, so I was ‘Cas’. I wanted a separation between my offline and my online identities and saw no reason for the two to overlap. As time has progressed, however, especially in the past six months as my online and offline activities have started to converge, I have started to wonder at the wisdom of this.

There are many reasons why one might want to be anonymous or assume a pseudonym (Marx has written a great paper on this), but if there isn’t honesty in identification, then there should at least be honesty in indicating that a pseudonym is used. With obvious pseudonyms such as “Moose” or “the Cute Canadian” this isn’t a problem. The problem comes, I feel, when you use a name such as “Cas”, which is too much like a real name.

I find myself engaging in conversations through email and IM with individuals who think that “Cas” is my real identity. They want to commission Cas to do a piece of work, and then get confused when they have to pay “CLK”.

I think my point is, at what point in a relationship do I reveal that the pseudonym that people have got to know me under is just that, a nom de guerre for CLK? Is it possible to maintain a working relationship with people in such a pseudononymous environment? Clearly up to a point it is, as shown by the prevalence of authors writing under pen-names. Robin Hobb used “Megan Lindholm” when she was just starting out, whilst, Ruth Rendell uses “Barbara Vine” to distinguish her genres, as does Iain Banks/Iain M. Banks. Voltaire was just a pen-name, and the Bronte sisters were first published under psuedonyms to avoid the stigma they felt was attached to their gender. But to operate, the ‘secret’ of these peoples identities surely has to be known to at least a few people (you would hope their editor, if no one else). Just look at the recent kurffle that is happening in the states over the revelation that James Frey apparently made up huge portions of his memoirs (never mind the lingering doubts over his/her identity). How can I parlay “Cas” and “Bright Meadow” into a successful online brand, when the business-sphere with all that is implied in terms of money and contracts, relies very heavily on accountable, traceable, and ‘real’ identities.

Corollary to this point is the question I am struggling to answer for myself – do I really want to keep the Cas and the CLK identities separate? As far as papers written for archaeological academia are concerned, I am CLK all the way, no debate. When I blog, or write an online article, then I am Cas, again, no question about it. But, and this is where I am getting a little stuck, do I want to meld the two identities so that people researching my CLK work also discover my Cas work (and visa versa)? Or do I want Cas and CLK to be kept distinct (as much as possible). Would it harm, or possibly enhance, my reputation as CLK if it became widely know that I blogged (& wrote) as Cas? Part of the joy of blogging for me is that I am able to truly express my opinions free from academic constraints. For example, not having to back up my arguments with ten different pieces of evidence, is rather liberating. At the same time, throughout my blogging you can trace the development of ideas, many of which found their way (in highly altered form) into my thesis. Bright Meadow, and my other online writings, could be seen as a playground for my thoughts – those that survive the bullying of the Internet are worthy to be developed further. As such, fellow academics would surely benefit from reading what Cas has written on top of my more traditional material. Conversely, readers of Cas might be more willing to sit still and listen if they were also aware of the work of CLK – it might serve to show that I’m not making this all up, or talking out of my hat, but that there is a brain lurking under the hood somewhere.

Then again, to many, the knowledge that I blog could be construed as trivializing my academic work. This holds especially true in my field where the majority are suspicious of anything involving the new-fangled technology of the Internet – if it hasn’t been peer-reviewed and sourced to the nth degree, then it casts doubts on your reputation as a ‘serious’ academic. At the moment, it doesn’t take Colombo to put 2 + 2 together to get CLK = Cas, but it does take a modicum of understanding of how the Internet works, and a willingness to sift through search results that are displayed on page 10 of a Google search, not page 1. More than having to know where to look, you have to know to look in the first place.

I genuinely have no idea which is the better course of action, and as usual, writing this post has thrown up more questions than I can answer, but if individuals really are the new group, then this question of identity is only going to gain in importance, not diminish.

Endnotes:
*1*“Deal” here meaning “talk about”. I don’t think any one post can ever ‘deal’ with Identity. Rather I hope just to make y’all think for a moment.Back

Further reading:
Kevin Kelly, More anonymity is good
Bruce Schneier, Anonymity Won’t Kill the Internet
Mitch Ratcliffe, Making Wikipedia Better, Part II
Gary T. Marx, What’s in a Name? Some Reflections on the Sociology of Anonymity
Stowe Boyd, Individuals Are The New Group

And the post that kicked my brain into action:
Ross Mayfield, Freedom of Anonymous Speech
identity, anonymity, pseudonymity, reputation, individuals, individuals new group, freedom of anonymous speech

A few odds and sods

Today’s post comprises a few odds and sods I wanted to blog about, but couldn’t quite work into a full post each.

Picture of The Queen on Flickr - click to see full size and notes It is time to say good bye to tSPFKAG, and say ‘hello’ to The Queen. Curly Durly took tSPFKAG back to the Homestead when she left this morning, leaving The Queen in his place. The Queen is so named, for from her all my other spider plants have been spawned. She is remarkably prolific – I had to cut upwards of 30 babies off her before she would fit properly on my windowsill! No, this is not being cruel – it was necessary. She is starting to get drained and needs to be taken back a bit so she can return even bigger and stronger.

I’m the top result in Google for something – “cussler sahara” (OK, top result on Google.co.uk, result 11 on Google.com, but still!). Just a shame that the review it links to is seemingly so contentious!

I have a new frog – Avril LaFrog. You can read all about her adventures over at The Adventures of Avril LaFrog: Frog Racer.

And if anyone can translate what I think is Arabic, please go to the my MyHeritage match with Hilary Duff on Flickr and translate the comment someone has very kindly left me!

clive cussler, sahara, google, racing frogs, hilary duff, myheritage

Sunday Roast: just pretend you’re a monkey

A shorter than usual Roast this week, because it’s just been one of those weeks, clearly.
The leftovers and lots of things for afters can be found links page.

Turns out, you have just a twentieth of a second to get people to like your website. Wow. Now I know that’s all the time I get, I’m surprised I get any readers of Bright Meadow at all!

Andy C has this timely reminder, and urges us all to take caution with BA online check-in.

Matt Cutts has a list of put-down-able books, that is books that won’t have you reading till three am in the morning when you have to get up at 6 am (Question: in this circumstance, is it better to grab those few remaining hours in shut-eye, or to just soldier on through and catch up the next night?). I’d challenge his position on Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle though. I’m re-reading it right now, and even on this the third run through, I find myself picking it up at 10 pm, and next looking at the clock and realising it is 1.30 am. What are your put-down-able books?

An article in the NYT put me on to CoffeeGeek, a wonderful site if (like me), you spend far too much time wondering about what makes the perfect cup of coffee. It’s odd, I barely drink the stuff, but after working on and off at Whittard for seven years, I keep coming back to places where I can learn more.

Gizmodo have a great gadget (when don’t they?) that uses solar energy to charge your mobile. It can also charge things like MP3 players and the like. Possibly not so good for rainy England where we see the sun once a month, but a great idea none the less.

Cut the Cord: USB Runs Free with Freescale. I want. I want so badly. So very, very badly.

This is possibly one of the best ideas I have seen in a long time – the slanket, which is a blanket, with sleeves. Genius! (Though you could save a fair bit of money I imagine by getting an old blanket of your own and putting some slits in it yourself. Still…)

Finally, someone who explains what the deal is with the php tags in WordPress in language I can understand!

And I can think of no better way to end this weeks Roast by imparting the wisdom that peeling bananas from the other end is easier
bbc, first impressions, andy c, matt cutts, neal stephenson, baroque cycle, coffee geek, gizmodo, solar energy, freescale, slanket, paul stamatiou, wordpress, k2, boing boing, bananas

It’s the simple things

It really is silly how the little things can make your day – taken out of context they can just seem so small, but seemingly insignificant occurrences are what make the world that teeny bit more bearable.

Like turning down the Big Issue salesman (no, this isn’t the good little thing, this bit made me feel bad), but giving him a smile anyway, and them him saying “you have a lovely smile – no, I’m not gonna ask you again, I just want you to know you do have a lovely smile”. Such a little thing, but made me walk round with a warm fuzzy feeling and a secret smile for the rest of the day. The cynic in me thinks it was a ruse to get me to buy a Big Issue after I’d already said no, but I don’t want to listen to the cynic this time.

A couple of days before that, I got a compliment about the skirt I was wearing – again, almost a throw away comment, but it stuck with me and made the day that little bit brighter.

It might be because I so rarely have to field compliments in day-to-day life that the ones I do get gain an importance out of all proportion to reality, but I think it is more universal than that.

So, my Blog Minions, here is your task for the coming days/weeks/months/years:
Make a point of saying something nice to someone at least once week. *1* Compliment a shop girl on her earrings. Don’t just walk past the Big Issue seller with your head turned away – smile and say ‘sorry, but no thank you’ to his face. Give up your seat on the bus/tube to someone who looks like they need it. Thank the chap at the supermarket checkout with a genuine smile. It’s remarkably easy, but I guarantee it will make their day a little better, and might even make you feel a bit happier as well.

🙂

Endnotes:
*1*For this task, it helps if they are someone you don’t know, or don’t know that well. I would hope you are in the habit of saying nice things to those you love on a more than weekly basis without my prompting.Back