For years, I have been trying to locate these audio recordings again, since the old records are now long gone.
By I have no idea what label released them, or when they were made, except that it was probably between 19.
In the flurry of recent research on new media and communication technologies, scholars such as Howard Rheingold, Sherry Turkle and Stephen G.
Cyberspace here is conceived of as not only an embodied space, but also a space particularly in need of theorizing about constructions of embodiment.
Popular theorizing too often dismisses the body as irrelevant and absent from a disembodied, apolitical cyberspace, despite the work of scholars those who have reflected on biopolitical performances, body-based systems of bias and other embodiment narratives alive and well in this supposed matrix of minds.
These two-record albums had fairy tales, acted out by several actors and a narrator, and they were set to pieces of classical music.
Mostly, the actors sang along to the music, with original lyrics.
Interestingly, the discussion here is often centered on the possibilities inherent in a "matrix of minds" free from the embodied context of physical existence.
Scholars of cyberspace suggest that in an arena removed from the physical body, Internet interaction offers "a tool kit for reconfiguring consciousness," However, these claims are problematic.As Sandy Stone tells us, "even in the age of the techno-social subject, life is lived through bodies." How then how can we understand embodiment in a culture fascinated with supposedly cerebral and ethereal cyberspaces?To begin a discussion of the body and cyberspace, it is imperative to critique the popular claim that cyberspace is an arena of disembodied interaction.A mood at once gay and solemn is born in the soul when it first discovers a path to light out of the dark cavern of the body, and is made aware of wide realms to travel in with a higher order of beings as companions After booting up and getting online, I sip my coffee while I wait for the community to finish loading. My screen fills with the rooms of my house and I see myself standing expectantly at the living-room door.I am wearing what I picked out yesterday, jeans and a white T-shirt over my tall, slim and buxom female frame.Candy wants to show me a new photo of a crouching blank panther she has just put up, so we walk over to check it out.