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Digital Poetics

I am not sure if I am understanding Carpenter's article as I should be, but I think he is taking a very purist view on web art, similar to how people value physical literature over ebooks. I personally think that handmade web and other web are both equally important in different ways and can both bring their own aesthetics and meanings to the table. I also do not agree with his assertion that handmade web is somehow better or has better quality than commercialized web pages. Again, I believe that they both have their own aesthetics and audiences and meanings that they mold and I do not think one should be valued over the other.

I also am not sure what Johnson's main point is in his chapters but, something that I did latch on to in chapter 2 was the idea that coding language is comparable to human language. Though I do think that logically coding has its own syntax and that we as everyday people consider it a language, I do not think it is a language in the linguistic sense. In linguistics, one of the first things I have learned is that language is more that just a means so communicate, which is more what I think coding leans toward. There are a few design features that are widely used in linguistics that coding does not fit in to, such as prevarication (the ability for users of the language to lie or talk nonsense) and metalinguistic potential (that the system of language possesses the innate ability to talk about itself). I do think coding is language-like and I do consider it a language except for in the linguistic sense.

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