Whose mind is it anyway?

Yeah, I know I've been grappling with this problem of mine for a while, but I still haven't digested the notion of avatar sex (see February ). What the heck is so arousing about three-dimensional, virtual men and women performing sex acts on furniture on a computer screen? Thanks to my exposure to swingers (and my undiagnosable fondness for one particular voyeur) I can at least imagine why someone would get a charge out of watching real people have sex-but watching avatars sounds as exciting as viewing Shrek and his wife do the wild thing.



Aren't you intrigued, though, by the interesting ways in which Second Life, with its laws and buildings and political parties, mimics real life? The trial over sex-act software will be the first time two avatars have slugged it out in court-the moment we have been waiting for.



Silly me, thinking that this technology, and the ability to create virtual civilizations, was so avant-guarde.




Little did I know that there is a possibility, at least so says the New York Times' John Tierney in today's paper, that we are all computer simulations. You see, Tierney's been talking to Dr. Nick Bostrom, the director of the Future of Humanity Center at Oxford.



If you knew about this think tank (this story makes one want to revisit that phrase) you might have believed Bostrom and his colleagues were only pondering what would happen in the event of uncontrollable global warming or nuclear catastrophe-apparently not.



"Dr. Bostrom assumes that technological advances could produce a computer with more processing power than all the brains in the world, and that advanced humans, or “posthumans,” could run “ancestor simulations” of their evolutionary history by creating virtual worlds inhabited by virtual people with fully developed virtual nervous systems."



Tierney seems to think there is a very good chance that, indeed, we are nothing but a bunch of computer circuits constructed by superior beings.



Hard to tell how much tongue is planted in cheek here. But one of his observations certainly has the disturbing ring of truth.



"It’s unsettling to think of the world being run by a futuristic computer geek, although we might at last dispose of that of classic theological question: How could God allow so much evil in the world? For the same reason there are plagues and earthquakes and battles in games like World of Warcraft. Peace is boring, Dude."





So what do you think? Are we just a bunch of chips? Can we find our creator? Is there a "First Designer?"



Check out Tierney's story at the link above...and then let me know what you think.

Update on "Second Life": Commentary will follow

August 11, 2007
'Second Life' Sex Program Spawns Lawsuit
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Filed at 12:51 p.m. ET
TAMPA, Fla. (AP) -- Kevin Alderman didn't bring sex to ''Second Life.'' He just made it better. The 46-year-old entrepreneur recognized four years ago that people would pay to equip their online selves -- which start out with the smooth anatomy of a Barbie or Ken doll -- with realistic genitalia and even more to add some sexy moves.
Business at Eros LLC has been brisk. One of his creations, the SexGen Platinum, has gotten so popular that he's now had to hire lawyers to track down the flesh-and-blood person behind the online identity, or avatar, that he says illegally copied and sold it.
The $45 SexGen animates amorous avatars in erotic positions. It is software code, written in the scripting language of ''Second Life'' and placed in virtual furniture and other objects. Avatars click on the object and choose from a menu of animated sex acts.
Alderman filed a civil lawsuit in U.S. District Court in Tampa, Fla., last month alleging an avatar named ''Volkov Catteneo'' broke the program's copy protection and sold unauthorized copies. Alderman, who runs his business from home in a Tampa suburb, allows users to transfer his products, but prohibits copying.
''We confronted him about it and his basic response was, 'What are you going to do? Sue me?''' Alderman said. ''I guess the mentality is that because you're an avatar ... that you are untouchable. The purpose of this suit is not only to protect our income and our product, but also to show, yes, you can be prosecuted and brought to justice.''
Catherine Smith, director of marketing for ''Second Life'' creator Linden Lab, said she knew of no other real-world legal fight between two avatars.
However, Linden Labs itself has been sued more than once by subscribers over seizures of virtual property. In 2005, Japanese media reported that a Chinese exchange student was arrested for stealing virtual items from other players in an online game, ''Lineage II.''
''Second Life'' isn't a game. There are no dragons to slay or other traditional game objectives. San Francisco-based Linden Lab describes it as ''an online digital world imagined, created & owned by its residents.''
Linden Lab provides a free basic avatar, a 3-D virtual representation of the user in male or female form. Everything else costs real money. A 16-acre virtual island costs $1,675 plus monthly maintenance fees of $295. Virtual money, called Lindens, can be exchanged with real dollars at an average rate of about 270 Lindens per $1.
Avatars can be equipped with flowing gowns and tiny tattoos, and users with programming and Photoshop skills can reshape themselves into a virtual Greta Garbo or just about any shape imaginable. With a little cash, users can also have people like Alderman transform the avatars for them.
At Alderman's ''Second Life'' shop, shoppers can try out a dragon bed powered by one of his SexGen engines. Along with programmers and designers, he employs a sales staff who hang around the shop like real salespeople to pitch the perfect sex toys. He is investing in a $25,000 motion-capture suit, a low-end version of one used to create digital characters in movies, to create more realistic sex moves for ''Second Life'' avatars.
As customers demand more real life in their ''Second Life,'' though, these virtual creations can collide with reality.
''Virtually every aspect of real life is getting duplicated, and all the laws that can be applied to the real world are being applied in 'Second Life,''' said Jorge Contreras Jr., an intellectual-property attorney in Washington, D.C.
Last year, ''Second Life'' was rocked by a scandal over users who had modified their avatars to look like children and simulated pedophilia. Last month, Linden Lab shut down gambling in ''Second Life'' after concerns arose that virtual games of chance might violate U.S. gambling laws when members cashed in Lindens for real money.
Now comes Alderman's SexGen suit, which was filed July 3 and seeks unspecified damages. It accuses the unknown owner of the Catteneo avatar of violating copyright and trademark protections by copying, distributing and selling copies of Alderman's software.
Alderman's attorney, Francis X. Taney Jr. of Philadelphia, said the lawsuit has gotten a lot of attention because it involves sex, but is fundamentally about long-established law.
''It's a piece of software and software is copyrightable,'' Taney said. ''It's also expressed in graphics, which also are copyrightable. There is some sizzle. People like to say it's really far out there, but at the end of the day I equate it to basic intellectual property principles.''
Unlike many popular online worlds, such as ''World of Warcraft,'' Linden Lab grants its users broad rights to create and sell content with few restrictions. Users can install copy protection and seek U.S. copyright and trademark protections, all of which Alderman did for the SexGen software.
''Whenever you create a situation where people are buying and selling things and potentially misappropriating them from their rightful owners, it is only a matter of time before the legal system gets called in,'' said Fred von Lohmann, a senior staff attorney at the Electronic Frontier Foundation in San Francisco. ''This seems like a relatively straightforward case. It sounds like there is a real copyright issue.''
Taney believes he knows who Catteneo is in real life, but is confirming it through subpoenas of records of eBay Inc.'s PayPal payment service as well as chat logs and trade history in ''Second Life.'' He said Linden Lab and PayPal turned over their records, and he is preparing another round of subpoenas.
''We're proceeding carefully,'' Taney said. ''This guy has claimed the information he gave to Linden was bogus. We are looking for ways to cross check and corroborate the information.''
Catteneo, who did not respond to several interview requests sent through the ''Second Life'' messaging system, will likely have a hard time hiding.
''There is a whole lot less anonymity online than people think,'' von Lohmann said. ''There are over 20,000 people who have been sued for downloading music. They may have felt anonymous, but they're weren't.''
Alderman is unlikely to be the last to drag an avatar into court as the designers in ''Second Life'' try to protect their creations in the same way clothing designers such as Gucci try to eliminate realistic knockoffs
In recognition of the growing legal issues ''Second Life'' is likely to generate, the country of Portugal recently set up an arbitration center in the virtual world, though it has no power to enforce its decisions.
The legal issues may be similar offline and online, but von Lohmann said the trials could be a lot more interesting.
''In a virtual world, you have the ability to gather evidence you don't have in the real world,'' he said. ''Everything that happens in 'Second Life' is reflected on computer servers. Depending on how long they keep the records, you could actually replay the event as it happens.''
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Missing Bali

Shaking hands near the door of the old country church, I talked with a woman who told me she was visiting with her husband. When the pastor of their Lutheran Church goes on vacation, they come to St. Marks. I asked her if her congreation was the one beginning a contemporary service. No, they were starting an evening bluegrass one, she said, with barely palpable effort to rein in her dislike. Fearing the gradual dilution of the hymnody, she had warned the pastor not to let bluegrass music worm its way into the Sunday service. "It's my grey hair", she said wryly. It's horrid when we become the old fogies, I said with a smile.

I don't have a history of fogeism in my family. Particularly on mom's side. Most of them were so eccentric they were timeless. Nor can I find too much fogeism in my soul. I love to experience new music, cuisine, art-I might not like it all, but I accept that it is part of the creative ongoing vitality of our culture and world.

Given my general receptivity to new experiences, one would think that being willing to leap into falling in love would be a slam dunk. Part of the reason I still miss P, to some extent, is that hanging out with him would have taken me to new places, people, curricula. But the proviso in that relationship is that neither of us were interested in risking our hearts. Affection, yes. Love, no.

I guess those distinctions become rather academic-if I weren't fooling myself, why would I still ache for that loss among all the others I have blithely forgotten? I don't know. I just know it's time to move boldly into the future with the same zest and courage-let them change the music! Let them change the menu-there's always something exciting and rewarding, life-changing to learn-or relearn.

I read a commentary by a younger single mom today. She has mined her life experiences with authenticity and naked candor. She has also done it successfully-her book was published in this past year, and she is all over the media discoursing on what it means to be a young, single mom.


I aspire to be transparent, but perhaps not completely nude. I am constantly wrestling with what to disclose, when to disclose it, how to protect the innocent, and perhaps the guilty. I suppose I should pay attention to the idea that possibly what I am baring might be better left decently covered.

But tonight it was her essay on the fact that she had moved in with a boyfriend after dating him for only four months that gave me pause. A therapist I have consulted about the complexities of dating told me not to introduce my babes to a boyfriend, except as a friend, until such a time as we were very serious. Very serious, in her mind, means getting married serious.

I can't but think that this idea is honored much more in the breach than observance.

I am extremely cautious about introducing any male friends to my kids. Almost as cautious as I am about introducing them to myself.

There is part of me that envies, even though I am distressed, my younger friend's willingness to imagine herself in love-even with a guy who later turns out to be a bit of a heel. I wonder if I am willing to take such risks-or more likely to take refuge in the role of the loving, faithful, protective mother. That is unquestionably the most important one in my life-but should it be the only relational one in which I invest this depth of passion????

Breaking Bread

Our little refuge here in on Ada Fleming's old property can become a three-ring circus with just a slight adjustment of schedule, or a child with a fever, or finding out that Sian's ballet practice is at the same time as Colin's baseball game. I'm hesitant to whinge about this because I do have an ex who is very involved, but it is harder for a single mom or dad to keep all of the stuff in her or his head without the help of a spouse or a nanny.

All that to say that I forgot we only have one service at St. Matthews in August. This change was noted not just in the bulletin, but in the announcements last week. Thus, it only took me about a minute, when we drove into the lot this morning and found just a few cars, to realize we should have been there an hour before.

When the children asked me if we could have a small service here at home, I said yes immediately. After all, this is something I can do as an ordained priest. In the Catholic Church, there is a tradition, which I have never quite understood, of holding private masses, so why not a family one?

I have to admit I still feel slightly selfish about that idea-after all, if Mom hadn't gotten her dates mixed up, we would have been in church. But beyond Eucharist, meeting in community is also something we Christians are asked to do. Sometimes it is time to see, in ordinary time, that whenever two or three are gathered in His name, Christ is present.

That's the easy part-then ensued a lively conversation about what to use for bread and wine. Those large Indian wafers? Perhaps. I am not going to open a whole bottle of wine, and we don't seem to have any grape juice. I don't want to go all wild and crazy with the elements-after all, this is serious stuff. So perhaps we will just call this a mini Love Feast-the joy of God's love for us mirrored in our love for each other as we share in hearing the Word, breaking the Bread, and praying for our family and friends...and even and specifically, our enemies.

Sticks and stones

Looking at the continued self-destruction of the Bush Presidency, there's a lot of cautious excitement among Democrats as they await the contest of 2008.

How much worse can life get for Senate Republicans? A number of them can't seem to decide who they dislike more-their Democrat colleagues or their Republican chief.

The fact that Alaska Republican Ted Stevens is under the magnifying glass for possible misdeeds (and his sister Senator, Lisa Murkowski, may not emerge unscathed) is giving new hope to Democrats seeking a majority that can actually get something accomplished.

Isn't this the time for visionary leadership? Wouldn't it be helpful, if not purely pragmatic, for candidates like Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama to put their differences aside when they are supposedly working on behalf of the people who sent them to the halls of Congress?

An article I read today suggests that Clinton, in particular, is finding this almost impossible. Perhaps she feels betrayed by Obama's decision to run. Possibly she believed herself to be a mentor to the younger Senator. Could she be concerned that she's going to lose not only some African-American women, but other potential supporters who are looking for someone with a little more overt enthusiasm and authenticity?

Part of the issue is that, like many of us in management positions, both candidates are probably surrounded by those who tell them what they want to hear-not what they need to hear. Meanwhile, the public wonders why our leaders can't behave like adults-and gets more and more fed up with politicians of both parties.

It's wrong to put all the blame for the tiff on Clinton's shoulders-Obama is a very ambitious man. Not to mention a darned smart politician. But it would be helpful to Clinton, who has what is perhaps an unfair rap for being exceptionally cold, to stop walking around Obama in the Halls of Congress-and to walk towards him, with her hand out.

Pet Peeve...games people play

I don't know if other servers have this option, because I am one of those neanderthal women (hear me lumber) who still uses AOL as their primary browser, and has an AOL email address. It may be getting time to change that.

Not only do I have an AOL address, but I've never felt the same about it since some guy told me it was very sexually suggestive-in an unintentional way. If I'm going to be suggestive, fellows, you are going to know about it.

I'm not about games. I try to be as direct as possible, and I like people to be direct with me. It wasn't until about seven months ago that I discovered, from a potential date, that one could block people on the AOL "buddy list." Then I found that a few guys would block me most of the time (they blocked most everyone) and unblock me when they wanted to talk to me.

Little Ms. Purer than the Virgin Snow hated this-in fact, I still do. It so smacks of gamesmanship. Then came the day when I blocked a guy who signed on to chat with me around 11:00 on nights when all I wanted was to sit blankly in front of my computer and read in relative privacy.

My suspicion is that this AOL feature is used by some folks I know to remind me they are still around. And I find the temptation to play around with it a distraction and, frankly, an annoyance.

But I wonder...what is a game, and what is a healthy relational strategy? What is adaptive and what is just silly? What is the tipping point in this new relational technology? Any answers.. or even more questions are welcome.