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Revision as of 00:40, 12 November 2007
What is Digital Identity?
Digital media affords individuals with new ways of expressing, exploring, and asserting their identity. For natives, who are immersed and fluent in these technologies, while finding themselves in a key stage of identity development, these new identity-forming activities present exciting possibilities. However, it is important to take a hard look at these activities, and how they are changing the ways people express and understand both themselves and others within the larger social context. There exist important issues for discussion in looking at how Digital Natives make use of emerging digital media tools available to them as they form identities both on and off line.
Technological ArchitecturesThe spaces in which individuals connect on the Internet, as well as through other technologies such as mobile phones and networked gaming consuls, each have their own particular architectures. They are built with specific allowances and capabilities, in attempt to dictate the forms and types of interactions that take place within those spaces. Like any space, these configurations can be re-interpreted and re-inscribed by creative users (who almost always find ways to bend - or break - the rules), but nevertheless, a particular mode of communication and connection evolves for each new technology that catches our attention, and enables connection. |
NarrativesâOMG,â Elizabeth thumbs into her cell phoneâs miniature keyboard. âHeâs soooo cute.â Send. Perched in a windowsill high above the city, Elizabeth coos over her new nephew. âWhat a peanut!â Elizabethâs sister smiles from the hospital bed. Andyâs not even a day old, still wrapped tightly in the wardâs white-and-blue swaddling blanket, his tiny facing peeking out from his motherâs arms. Elizabeth points the cell at Andy and peers through the viewfinder. The baby screws up his already crinkled face. She clicks a photo with the built-in camera, which makes the sound of an old-fashioned camera shutter, for no good reason. Send. âMust already be the most photographed baby of all time,â her sister laughs. âYou should have seen mom. Youâd think sheâs never seen a baby before. Her poor friends. Theyâve probably all exceeded the quota on their AOL inboxes from all her endless e-mails. Sheâs never learned how to avoid sending pictures as enormo attachments.â Elizabeth takes Andyâs tiny hand. She runs her finger over the plastic bracelet he wears. âCohen, Baby Boy,â it reads, along with a bunch of other data that a nurse entered into a computer kiosk somewhere. Time of birth, momâs name, a unique identifier, and so forth. âHey, what about my friends? Iâve been texting them every three minutes since he was born.â âAt least theyâre used to it. Thereâs no doubt they know to ignore half your messages. Just so they can get something done all day.â âNot when thereâs a picture of your adorable Andy attached,â Elizabeth pouts, fiddling with the cell phone. âActually, I put the pictures all up on Flickr. My friends who really want to know what Iâm up to subscribe to my Flickr feed, so they get a ping every time I upload a new picture. So I guess their RSS readers look kinda like the inboxes of momâs friends. But thatâs their problem.â âAndyâs dad is keeping a copy of every e-mail a friend sends in to say congrats in a special folder on our computer at home,â her sister says. âHe figures thatâll be a twenty-first century baby book. We havenât gotten a single hand-written note of welcome to little Andy.â Without warning, Elizabeth flips out her phone again and trains the lens on her weary new mother of a sister. Click. âHah! Gotcha. Momâll love it.â Send. |