Sunday, August 17, 2014

WHAT WOULD FREDERICK DOUGLASS THINK OF THE STATE OF BLACK AMERICA IN 2014?



AGITATE! AGITATE! AGITATE!

Frederick Douglass said with his last breath, “Agitate! Agitate!” before succumbing to a heart attack in the entry hall of his Victorian Mansion nicknamed Cedar Hill.  His sprit was again set free this time undoing a bond infinitely more crucial than earthly, mortal freedom it was loosed unto the eternal ages themselves.   From the familiar grounds of his home that sat high atop the southeastern hillside overlooking the Anacostia River in a neighborhood of Washington D.C. then called Union Town.  His second wife, a gently strong white woman named Helen Pitts-Douglass held his body lovingly as the last breaths fled his lips, his passing marked the end of a brilliant and tumultuous era in the struggle for human and civil rights in these United States. 

One might say that Frederic Douglass experienced it all; from the bitter whip of slavery to the sweet redivivus of a man who became renown intellectual, author, orator, banker, publisher and United States Ambassador.  His voice was ever in the willing ears of Abraham Lincoln whom he no doubt counseled to the cause of emancipation itself; he lived to see the sociopathic institution of slavery ended, he watched as reconstruction was planned, erected and substantially dismantled and he watched as a new, united and empowered Black American community began to create a sound economic infrastructure to buffer itself against the rising tide of racially motivated socioeconomic segregation and oppression that ensued as the century closed.  But throughout his long and remarkable life Mr. Douglass kept the pressure on, he lived his life’s philosophy to agitate, to push back, to challenge every atom of oppression be it racial, social, economic, sexual or otherwise; he was a bulwark for freedom!



Douglass would be both astounded and grieved were he able to visit America today 119 years after his passing.  He lived to see the beginning of a toxic and systematic wave of political assassinations intended to weaken the cause of universal freedom in general and to hold back the socioeconomic and political progress of Black Americans in specific.  Abraham Lincoln was the first target of a failed rebellion against the egalitarian ideals of the Enlightenment.  Killed by cowardly, seditious traitors that he lovingly welcomed back into the Union thinking to preserve it for posterity Lincoln became a martyr for universal, humanitarian freedom and lesson for the evil and relentless passion of racially charged revenge.   Future presidents, fearing this clear act of retaliation capitulated with the implementation of a broad array of racist laws as did other legislators from congress right down to the lowest civil servant on state and federal levels.  The crippling effects of institutionalized racism in America, much to the frustration of those who sought to keep Black Americans down had the reverse effect of causeing Black Americans to create their own institutions that would provide them the fair services and employment opportunities they were denied in mainstream American culture.  By America’s centennial Black Americans had created their own banks, news media and publishing houses, schools, businesses and community outreach they had proved themselves ingenious and industrious, tenacious and indomitable in the face of the determined forces of oppression and yet they remained peaceful and humble in the grim faces of their oppressors, they did not return hatred for hatred. It was this very infrastructure of black attorneys, clergy, professionals, writers and publishers, inventors and entrepreneurs and ordinary citizens that helped galvanize the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950’s and 1960’s.  Racially motivated hate groups having erected a fortress of fear to deter white politicians from reversing segregation and other ethnically driven laws were satisfied with the millions of lynching’s combined with physically and mentally brutal sociopathic acts  but they feared the inevitable presaged by W.E.B. DuBois’s Niagara Movement at the turn of the twentieth century and when it became evident that change was coming again they resumed their  latent policy of brutal assassinations beginning with the early Civil Rights leaders and ending with the assassinations of Martin Luther King Jr. , Malcolm X and President John F. Kennedy.  Once civil rights leaders had been neutralized racists could focus on oppressing the general population again without fear of a unifying cored and this included the implementation of a well-planned strategy to diffuse the focus of the black community lest it resume its former vigor.  But full credit cannot be placed on anyone but the black community itself for not reorganizing its ranks, analyzing the situation using its many think-tanks such as the NAACP and resisting the temptation to abandon the struggle for freedom and equality for mere existence.  By the time of the Civil Rights Movement Black Americans had sacrificed their lives for the cause of freedom in the Revolutionary War, the American Civil War, World War II and other smaller wars and skirmishes thinking that they had paid their debts to a country in a world where freedom most certainly was not free…  Furthermore, they had borne the burden of this country for over 300 years as a free labor source allowing a struggling America to rise to its role as an economic world power only 100 years after it became a nation.  Whatever had fueled the nation’s sudden wealth it was certainly not the blood and sweat of lazy southern planters sipping mint juleps, smoking Virginia Tobacco cigars, raping slave women, (and men) in their cabins and playing brutal games with the lives of millions of human beings stolen from Africa and enslaved under the assumption that they were somehow divinely preordained to be their lords masters.  America was built on the blood sweat and corpses of hard-working and ingenious Black Americans who were illegally bought to this country possessing all manner of technical skills and disciplines that the men who owned them did not possess.  This single factor has been one of the best kept secrets because were it to be universally acknowledged the myth that the African and American slaves were savages would be exposed as a lie.  The mind blowing fact about the issue of reparation is that  were we to attempt to assess the actual value of the knowledge, skills sets, technical contributions and labor compensation not to mention the physical and mental anguish owed to the Black American community it would be inestimable, America as we know it would not have been possible without slavery.  Southern planters would never have been able to make even a meager subsistence were it not for a highly skilled, physically and mentally formidable team of free laborers, without them profit would have been an impossibility.  Without slavery we would be looking at a far different historical outcome for America, one which almost certainly would have ended up as a string of struggling former English colonies just waiting to be retaken by England or some other European world power. 



The dismantling of the broad social reforms of the Civil Rights Movement has been a slower but determined process during the last half of the twentieth century and into the first quarter of the twenty-first such as the revocation of affirmative action.  The preservation of unreformed and obsolete welfare, drug abuse and other programs all of which have the stultifying effect of enabling a self-perpetuating class of impoverished and ignorant peoples is not, in my opinion, within the general intent of the Civil Rights Movement, they a perversion of its general intent.  These dysfunctional programs drain the vital resources from education and education is the empowering force that will ultimately reduce the need for subsistence and rehabilitation programs.  In concert with the gradual erosion of the freedoms gained during the Civil Rights Era there has been an intensification of laws that entrap black and poor men within the prison system such as the wildly unconstitutional child support laws that actually pull working and productive men without criminal records from their jobs and into jail whereupon they lose their source of income and independence hurtling them into a hateful jaws of failure.  None of these obvious forms of entrapment have been thoroughly challenged because the men who typically succumb to them lack sufficient income to launch a formidable legal battle and do not pose a formidable front for reform of current legislation.  One can argue that such obvious traps should not be tested, that it is the fault of the individual who knows of but does not avoid the pitfall but one must first look to the lack of leadership as the cause and then ask why there are no leaders.  The greatest blow ever dealt to the Black American community was the assassination of its leaders during the 1960’s.  Over the past 50 or so years since this horror played itself out on the streets of these United States the black community has fought an unsuccessful battle to reorganize itself around a central leadership strong enough to pull it out of decay.  The black intelligentsia has failed to galvanize the black community toward the pursuit of education and economic solidarity it’s universities are on the brink of failure while intellectually bankrupt social media including music and allied culture rake in millions…



In today’s news we see the rise of a modernized lynching regime aimed at young and mature black men.  In America it is open season to kill black men as it has always been, all one has to say in order to be exonerated from an act of murder in cold blood is that one felt threatened, threatened by the mere sight of a black man?  The lynching of black men is America’s first national sport but this generation will eventually bring it to an end!  No one has been more threatened than the black man in America and yet he has not risen up in arms against any other race but continues to believe in the possibility of a harmonious coexistence.  His image is perverted into the most reprehensible criminal as a means of justification for the abuse he continues to suffer.  To a racist provocation without effective resistance will always be interpreted as a clear sign of weakness.  The  laws of this country have been racially perverted since its inception and the negative images conjured by the media have always been utilized to make them appear just.  What would they do if Black American’s suddenly woke up and began to rebuild their communities?  What if Black Americans rejected a media that promoted ignorance and violence replacing it with wholesome music and culture that celebrated intellectualism and economic solidarity around a central theme of empowerment and core family/community values? Would the negative images disappear?  Would innocent black men no longer have to fear being murdered merely because they were seen as a threat by men fully armed? 



Frederick Douglass who was president of a black owned bank in the 1850’s would have been inspired to see the many wondrous economic and professional achievements being made by Black Americans in 2014.  He would be inspired to see the first Black American president but dismayed to see the rise of racism as a challenge to the presidents administration.  He would be appalled by the increasing ignorance and the dismantling of the family structure so earnestly yearned for by his peoples 150 years after emancipation.  He would be disillusioned to see that the black community has abandoned its media and businesses and was unable to provide decent and meaningful employment for itself, that it had relinquished its self determination to forces which had historically betrayed it.  He would have marveled at Blues, Jazz, Soul and R&B but mourned because the innovators no longer preserved their cultural and historical legacy.  I do not think it would be a good thing for Frederick Douglass to visit the twenty-first century today, I would be ashamed to walk him through the violent, decadent and depressed neighborhoods where he and I might be assaulted by other black men ignorant of our purpose.  If I knew he were coming I would bid him wait a while longer to give me time to effect a change. I know what he would say even in the face of what I fear he would think, he would look at the sad state of his peoples community and say that what looked like an ending could also be seen as a beginning, that positive change where there is none is always a beginning but one must fight in order to gain any ground.  He would say there is a formidable battle to be fought and that I should look for hearty men well-suited to the challenge and leaving he would repeat those words he last spoke advising me to Agitate! Agitate! Agitate!

FIN

Written by
BIGDADDY BLUES



Saturday, August 2, 2014

THE MATURE MALE SERIES PRESENTS A POETIC RECITAL: REFLECTION ON GROWING OLDER
















GROWING OLDER…

life is a compression of many years,
not summarized in seconds,
the moment may refresh our hearts,
yet we are growing older,

were i to face my greatest fear,
the worst one would be dying,
each second burnt away from life,
brings death a little closer,

if i let passion drown my soul,
before death could claim it,
making a bonfire of my life,
would not make it bolder,

so i will look outside myself,
where there is need of healing,
to bless the future and the past,
when i look o’er my shoulder…


FIN


By BIGDADDY BLUES



FORTHEBROTHAS: A VIRTUAL, INTELLECTUAL & CULTURAL SALON

Saturday, July 19, 2014

A SUMMER LOVE POEM: FALL INTO LOVE



FALL INTO LOVE…

JUST HOW FAR, I COULD NOT TELL,
BUT THERE WAS NO DOUBT,
AFTER I FELL,
HIS HANDSOMENESS BLINDED,
MY NORMAL SIGHT,
UNTIL I GOT TO KNOW HIM WELL,
THERE WAS NO DISTINCTION BETWEEN,
DAY AND NIGHT,
AS LOVE BEGAN TO SWELL,
I KNEW THERE’D BE NO EASY OUT,
TO CLIMB BACK IN MY SHELL,
SO I LET MY SOUL AND BODY,
FALL DEEPLY INTO LOVE…


BY BIGDADDY BLUES 

Monday, June 2, 2014



FLASHBACK....

the     moment     has     passed    ,

no     time     to     get     time     back    ,

before     the     second     chimes    ,

make     time     to     flashback     …


By Bigdaddy Blues
















right around the corner from our consciousness is the imagination... yes... imagination... fitting in approximately where reality drops off and impossibility begins... making us ask ourselves how much of memory is reality and how much realness is there in anything once it has already taken place...

written by me... bigdaddy blues...

Monday, October 14, 2013

JAZZ IN REVIEW: AUTUMN IN NEW YORK



JAZZ IN REVIEW:
MY FAVORITE INTERPRETATIONS OF “AUTUMN IN NEW YORK”

Autumn In New York is a classic Jazz standard that has been and continues to be performed by Jazz Icons since it was written in 1934.  Ask me and I will tell you they are all my favorites.  But if you press me to choose from the long, gorgeous list of interpretations I would say that top three were recorded by Billie Holiday in 1952, Luis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald in 1957 and Johnny Mathis in 1963 and those are just the vocal renditions…
The instrumentals I selected are by John Coltrane, Stan Getz and Oscar Peterson in 1960, Sun Ra in 1962 and a piano solo interpretation of the song by Mary Lou Williams around 1953-1954.



Let’s start with Billie Holiday.  The Holiday version I most love was recorded on Decca in 1952.  When I purchased the original LP I first played it in the tiny record store and though it was nearly packed with avid vinyl enthusiasts everyone stopped to listen to the haunting rendition that filled the room with a thoughtful, romantic and almost lugubrious magic.  What is more, Lady Day is soulfully accompanied by his majesty, Oscar Peterson… a magnanimous work and one of my favorites…  Funny but as she sings I retrace my steps through Manhattan during the many Autumns I have spent there and I must agree it is indeed a time when New York is most magical.  Spring in New York is beautiful but in spring ones heart begins to wander from the city and to other places returning in the fall when nature cannot compete with the starlit skyscrapers on a cold night or just at twilight.  People are just enjoying the city for the first time after the heat of summer, it is still a bit balmy but crisp… it is Autumn In New York!

Now, when Luis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald were paired for this song, it was one of the most brilliant moments in musical history, it was 1957.  I do have the original vinyl and it is one of my most treasured recordings.  The pair make it seem as if New York became just one absolutely fabulous party come Autumn… and indeed they have so much fun singing together that you have to walk with them through Midtown Manhattan past Greenwich Village and all the way up to Upper Manhattan in an old convertible automobile just enjoying the sun on your face, the sounds and people of the metropolis…  Satchmo’s smoky horn and Ragtime voice are simply planets in perfect alignment; the universe has never been so complex and simple… Ella’s voice is liquid satin, elegant, gorgeous, warm as the robust colors of a fall harvest…  Together they do absolutely accomplish a pluperfect dialogue between man and woman. They craft a tranquil and fundamental kind of beauty that speaks to the most passionate nature of our humanity…

Johnny Mathis absolutely captures the transition from the soft and slow summer countryside, the Hamptons or Martha’s Vineyard and suburbs back to the magnificent grandeur of Manhattan.  Whenever I listen to his version I too come along on that energetic journey.  Eager to get the feel for the city again… the city missed… Manhattan!  Johnny Mathis’ voice pours so like pure silver that if anybody could convince you of the virtues of Manhattan in Autumn amidst the hustle and bustle of that romantic metropolis surely it would be him… For my part I will go.  His voice is so pastoral and wide-open like the fields of summer wheat a distinct contrast to the canyons of steel he invites us to but because he sings so wonderfully well we follow, I at least am thoroughly convinced, going back to New York will be the most delightful of triumphs!



Next stop are the instrumentals.  First of all is the version of Autumn In New York performed in 1960 in Dusseldorf Germany with John Coltrane accompanied by Stan Getz and Oscar Peterson. The technical perfection of these geniuses of musical performance is perhaps the most stunning to the senses, but to imagine, just imagine, that this rare ingot of mortal perfection has been captured and that we are able to hear it over 50 years later as if we were sitting down before these Gods of Jazz… well, it is simply unimaginable!  Whenever I listen to this I am reminded of the meaning of modernity itself! I have always thought that of all the arts, modernity was most effectively conveyed through modern music in the form of Jazz. To me, Jazz was the personification of the Bauhaus manifesto, to begin from zero and create a wholly new culture of beauty!  

Second is the Sextet version performed by Sun Ra around 1962.  Now this version is absolutely celestial… as if Sun Ra with his intergalactic sensibility played not with instruments but with the very fabric of the heavens… Well, you simply have to listen… and if you dare to listen your will not be able to stop and you will find that you have been drawn into the crisp eloquence of instrumental sound…

Let’s not forget Mary Lou William’s piano solo of Autumn In New York.  It is the kind of fine piano recital piece that makes you sway in your chair ever so slightly.  This is a beautiful piece with an after glow reminiscent of Errol Garner but unique in its own right.  What I love about this version is what I love about all things that are simple and sweet, clear and easily digested, brief and yet memorable…



The song Autumn In New York was also performed by many, many more amazing musicians and vocalists.  It was performed by Charlie Parker in 1946, Frank Sinatra in 1949, Charles Mingus in 1951 Chet Baker in 1954, Andre Previn in 1958, Shirley Bassey in 1971 and many more.  Not bad for a song that debuted in a Broadway musical called “Thumbs Up” in 1934.

Written by David Vollin

Administrator: For The Brothas Intellectual Salon



A GALLERY OF RELATED IMAGERY












Friday, October 11, 2013

THE COST OF OUR EXPERIENCE THAT LOVE CAN AFFORD…





THE COST OF OUR EXPERIENCE THAT LOVE CAN AFFORD…




ONE MAN SAID HE PREFERRED A LOVER WHO HAD ALREADY A GREAT DEAL OF EXPERIENCE WITH LOVE, WHO HAD ALREADY OPENED MOST OF ITS DOORS AND CLOSED THEM SAFELY BEHIND.  ANOTHER MAN SAID THAT HE MUCH PREFERRED A LOVER WHO WAS TOTALLY INNOCENT SO THAT THEY WOULD BE SPARED THE HIGH COST OF WHAT EXPERIENCE COULD AFFORD…



The first man was quite worldly, he had had many lovers and gleaned a mature and well-rounded perspective on human nature… The second man was also a worldly man, but unlike the first he had processed the pain of his experience as a negative… unlike the first man he had not interpreted life’s disappointments as stumbling blocks and used them as stepping stones.  He convinced himself that there was this sublime innocence which really did not exist in any man because no man is a virgin to the world in which he lives… The first man took each stone as it crossed his path preferring those which were smoothed round for wear, hoping that like him, they would easily roll along the path of life.  But the second man preferred the roughhewn splinters of stone for he imagined they would not so easily roll into every direction, directions he had once explored but begrudged of his lover now.  He wanted to be the one with all the know-how keeping his lover in a safe, tightly sealed cocoon of false innocence…

The first man met someone who nearly fit his desires, they were knowledgeable of the world, of loves pains and pleasures, they seemed to be confident in their understanding of the human condition and it appeared they had not become embittered in their search for meaningfulness in this life.  Theirs was a journey of mutual affirmation.  Both were eager to see what truths they shared, to determine who had lived with the most intensity thereby determining the absolute gravity of seniority.  There was a competitive tension between them as if they were two explorers seeking the same destination, vying for the trophy of first discovery.

The second man also became intimately acquainted with someone who closely fit his dreams, they had not the extensive experience in love and had scarcely has anything that could be considered a relationship save for friendships of the most platonic kind.  Like everyone, they had known the yearning and loneliness of life in the absence of any true experience with love.  Because they had not ever been hurt by love no bitterness had been extracted from it.  They had never ventured close enough, never delved deep enough into its essence to have any opinion about love one way or the other and in their innocence or ignorance as it were they were all the more willing to be led down loves one way path as a tourist is led through a treacherous mountain by a trusted guide.




The first couple navigated through the many tests they had each created to sift through the many lovers of past and relationships now worn as suits of trusted armor against the assault of spurious love.  For them it would come down to knowing when to end their joust combining forces to seize the prize of each one for the other… and then go together to share the great feast that is life.  For them the test would be to discover if they had truly satisfied their passions and if not if they could explore the balance of their passions together…

The second couple walked out onto the tightrope of life with a deliberate imbalance… could one man suffice to satisfy what surely must be the inevitable human curiosities of love in one so innocent, so ignorant of pleasure and pain.  Could his ideal lovers innocence remain fortified outside of the presence of his more mature lover, could he resist the flirtations of forbidden pleasure and if he even once failed would his lover forsake him for another whom he deemed to possess a more desirable innocence? Would innocence one day begrudge experience?  Would the second man gradually build his love-ignorant lover up to his level or seek to perpetuate his innocence?  For the second couple the test of faith would require constant calibration of the unbalanced forces holding them in sublime equilibrium…




Truth is, there are an infinite number of possibilities for both couples and no rule or theorem is valid as a means to predict any outcome when it comes to love.  Outside of our comprehension of the universal mysteries of the human condition love is at best a titillating guessing game…  the key is not to let love sour into bitterness… we are not entitled to receive the love we desire but we are blessed whenever we are allowed to experience it for however long it might last… Just because we are loved does not mean we have received love, we must know how to recognize and honor love in order to be able to receive its gifts…  It may be that because we have misunderstood love, failed to recognize and honor love we may not receive it until many, many years after it has gone…  this is why love is often preserved as a fond memory… we only truly see its beauty after we have had time to muse upon it and experience its opposite… Love is brilliantly contrasted in its absence but only if we can perceive its colours…




Written By: David Vollin

Administrator: For The Brothas Intellectual Salon


A GALLERY OF IMAGES















Wednesday, October 9, 2013

ON THE CYBERSOCIALIZATION OF HUMAN SEXUALITY: AND THE SOCIOCYBERLICIOUSNESS OF LOVE…

FORWARD:
Were it not for  the three revolutionary hallmarks of the Twentieth and Twenty-First Century: The Sexual Revolution, The Technological Revolution and The Civil Rights Revolution respectively, I should not be writing this article save perhaps as a science fiction essay.  I am also amazed at how well the fusion of  technology Hip-Hop, cinema and sexuality has worked out in the coining of some freshly minted nomenclature which I have presented in the title of this article as, "Sociocyberliciousness", a concept which in my opinion is central to the subject of internet communication and social media in general including the hyper-reality of popular culture.  I find the first quarter of the Twenty-First Century to be fascinating if not only because for the very first time in all history as we know it human culture is simultaneously upended and uploaded.  The primary feature that critics of society and civilization are tracking is the logic effect of it all; they are all watching to see if anything essential to classical human civilization has been lost in translation as it is photographed, photocopied, scanned,  uploaded, downleaded, activated and assimilated into modernity. Prior to the twentieth century humanity enjoyed a rather anonymous existence outside of birth and death records.  Today every aspect of our lives is being silently tracked and even predicted by some sort of computer program.  The summation of this virtual dossier has come to define us as human beings although it consists of little more than a random collection of statistics and assumptions.  How close they come to quantifying the reality of the human being, the human spirit and soul, how near they come to realness is the geat question of our day.  As a commentary on popular culture and especially internet-infused popular culture I have proposed a humorous but i feel, culturally relevant replacement for the nonexistent nomenclature of society, simply coined as "Sociocyberliciousness".  Sociocyberliciousness is a term waiting for a more intensified definition but in the meantime quantified by likes, and hits, and followings, by credit ratings and lines of credit, by virtual shopping carts, personality profiles, passwords to virtual societies, by frequent flyer points, timeshares, email coupons and a seemingly endless field of data.  Like everything else in twenty-first century society Sociocyberliciousness is a hybrid of concepts derived from a broad range of human culture.  Let us say for the purposes of this article, we can define it as the quantity or condition of desirablity within an internet driven popular culture as assessed against a broad range of economic, social and political variables. Sociocyberliciousness has roots in the all American tradition of Mid-Twentieth Century Disney and the term, "Scrumpdellyicious", as well as Late Twentieth Century Funk culture in the tradition of Funkadelic who coined such whimsical terminology as: 

"Psycho alpha disco beta bio aqua do loop".  

To thedalliance of this term lets add the 1980's confection, "Bubblelicious" chewing gum and of course Snoop

Dog's original 1992 creation, "Bootylicious" made famous by Beyonce in  2001.  Internet culture posses the

unique ability to create a hyper-reality across time and culture, it approaches what Einstein envisaged in his

theory of relativity as a point of sublime timelessness or as quantum physicists suggest, a pseudo-tachyonic

existentialism.  The computer, and therefore the entire effect that this tool has had on both man and his

environment whether viewed from a microscopic or  macroscopic perspective is all about the human

experience lending itself warmly to the existentialist purview of the state of humankind in a cosmic reality that

he increasingly finds he cannot either comprehend or subdue.  Therefore, use this article as a crash course in

futurism written in the dialectic stylization of a new and yet undefined virtual culture expanding into the void

of perpetual cyberspace...



ON THE CYBERSOCIALIZATION OF HUMAN SEXUALITY: AND 
THE SOCIOCYBERLICIOUSNESS OF LOVE






Because there are exceptions to every rule, internet dating, sex and romance included, the savvy of modern men must manage the option to virtually simulate or physically initiate social and/or sexual interactions as an alternative to an hermetic existence.  Should you venture to publish an opinion that it is impossible to find internet love, warning against the potential hazards, that premise will be challenged by dozens of brothas testifying that they successfully found love in cyberspace…
Internet socialization as a whole is more suited to younger men who have grown up immersed in a culture dominated by the computer.  Many mature men struggle more with cybersocialization in part because of a personal cultural lag including the probability that many of the men they desire to meet are only available through some sort of cyber-media.  We are smack in the middle of a huge sociocultural shift where centuries of traditional human customs are being uploaded and reformatted to suit the computer dominated twenty-first century.  The novelty of this not so new phenomenon detracts from the tried and true methods which some men might agree never really worked for them anyway.  Without a doubt the internet opens a broader domain of possibilities including the down side of this expanded range of options.  Life, it seems, is always a balancing act!

Perhaps one of the first rules of the game of cybersocialization is that there are none, not yet at least because they are literally being invented!  The volatility expressed by the transient morphology of modern technology necessitates that it will take some decades for any stable form of “Protocol” to be established, if ever. 

At the end of the day after spreading one’s self out over a multiplicity of cyber-sites  and profiles whether the pictures, stats and other fine details are accurate or not, there must come a time of reckoning where the virtual image has to stand up to the real McCoy!  Many of our frustrations with online dating, for example, stem from the fact that there is no alignment among cybersocial offerings indicating the individual we have encountered is heavily invested in the cyberization of themselves.  This is where our human instincts must take over and I can tell you that long before anyone ever imagined there might be a computer the discrepancy between human instinct and human nature presented one of the most formidable challenges to successful socialization.  So while the computer has afforded mankind more social options it still cannot solve the fundamental problems in human nature which obstruct the synergy of practical, human interaction on every level.  It might be argued that cybersocialization actually fertilizes and propagates dysfunctional caveats in human nature and socialization which might be more easily filtered out and identified under traditional face to face conditions.  Therefore, persons who hide behind a virtual façade may be thought of as having cyberized themselves beneath a cloak of unverifiable properties.  Now, I have already warned against speculation on the phenomenon of cybersocialization so my challenge is to stay my own vanity and leave it to history to be properly vetted out.  Let me say only, since I daren’t resist, the very obvious… that every man must fend for himself, evaluate for himself! In spite of the many testimonies proclaiming sociocyberlisciousness let me caution every gentleman that all which glitters in cyberspace or elsewhere on the common street where we live, is not gold!

Written By David Vollin
Administrator: For The Brothas Intellectual Salon
Look for more articles of this nature at: www.forthebrothas.blogspot.com 





GLOSSARY:

1.       CYBERSOCIALIZATION:  Of or relating to the process, state or quality in which the traditional methods of tactile human socialization have been replaced by virtual means of communication on all levels in internet culture.
2.       CYBERIZATION:  The process within internet culture by which a person invents a virtual personality to the degree that it no longer bears any resemblance to who they really are.  When a person has successfully crafted an alter-ego in the form of a spurious online persona they have been cyberized.

3.       SOCIOCYBERLISCIOUSNESS:  The the quantity or condition of desirability within an internet driven popular culture as assessed across a broad range of social, economic and political variables.