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Where everybody knows your name
I was having lunch yesterday with a pal who functions at Google, and he was saying that a single of the things he likes about their Google+ item is its requirement that you use your true name.
This is in marked contrast to some other social network goods in which you can adopt an alias that disguises your accurate identity.
These differing policies can lead to extremely diverse user behavior patterns. For illustration, the excessive trolling that goes on in comments at YouTube (ironically also now owned by Google) is really likely tied to the anonymity of the commenters. I suspect that many of individuals comments would not be so aggressively nasty (or in some circumstances, just plain stupid) if the commenter’s identity had been acknowledged.
In a sense, the sort of smaller sized scale but far more collegial conversations on Google+ are reminiscent of the early days of the net, when the number of people on-line was comparatively tiny, and there was for that reason a type of mutual trust that is now lacking in the wild west that the net has turn out to be.
When my friend pointed out this house of Google+, I told him that it reminded me of the theme song for “Cheers” written in 1982 by Gary Portnoy and Judy Hart Angelo:
Often you want to go
In which everybody is aware of your title,
And they’re usually glad you came.
You wanna be exactly where you can see,
Our troubles are all the very same
You wanna be where everybody is aware of your name.
So there you have it, the wisdom of social networks reiterating the wisdom of tv.
Also, a neat framing of the two sides of freedom: Anonymity gives ultimate freedom of action. However in any neighborhood in which you are anonymous, you can never take pleasure in the freedom of feeling at residence.
Confession
There had been two moments
One particular passed unnoticed, the other rather screamed.
Yet each one led to anything that followed.
In time the planet forgot this misbegotten wound
As time and distance did their needed work.
Nevertheless any person was there could still remember
That there had been two moments
The one particular they talked about, and the 1
The other one particular, by no means talked about.
You, who will in no way say the words,
Who can worship only frozen time,
Who believes all has been forgotten,
Are not innocent, any far more
Than I.
For there had been two moments,
The 1 noticed by the world, and
The other one, witnessed only in your eyes
And reflected, I confess, in mine.