... separating or differentiating the two? Here's one of the better attempts to create separate niches for these two very closely linked concepts, which seems to me like another arbitrary marketing con job rather than two technical variations on a nearly identical theme:
"Telepresence solutions use video and audio conferencing components as well as other 'arts and sciences' to create a two-way immersive communications experience that simulates an in-person, interactive encounter."
The source will remain anonymous to protect the jargonistas who wrote this drivel.
But there's this recurring idea that the "perfect" telepresence environment must "... create the same-room illusion, (by using) a combination of technology elements and environmental design, often accompanied by high levels of service and support. The telepresence 'value-add' comes from a combination of four elements:"
-- High-quality audio and video (as opposed, I guess, to the old hand-cranked 8 mm movie camera popular during the 1900s)
-- Simplicity (keeping user interaction/intervention to a minimum -- dumb-ass users)
-- High reliability (yuh think?)
-- Environmental excellence (back to this concept of providing a "...reasonable illusion that the remote participants are in the same room."
It's as though we're too dumb to handle the idea that we're talking to a camera and mic with echo-canceling software, our words and images blasted around the rings of Saturn, and finally (nanoseconds later) showing up on some Mujahideen's laptop somewhere in the war-torn Hindu Kush.
Wow! In a flash of blinding revelation, I just realized how OBL ran the whole show from a cave! It's that gawdamn telepresence. Cheneeeey's innocent, I tells ya. Rumsrunnerfeldenbergerplotz, too. Maybe even little Arbusto's soft, uncalloused hands aren't as bloody as everybody supposes. Maybe it all happened just like the official conspiracy theory says it did.
Yup, it's that goldurned telepresence what done turned things to pure shit here in the land where they hate us because we can shop at malls big enough to engulf Aix or Avignon and buy fancy tennis duds carrying ubertwit Tommy Hilfigger's label and made by his small army of sewing-slaves (er... indentured servants is the phrase, I'm sure).
Why I care about all this idiocy is another matter entirely, but I can promise the winning response will eligible for a drawing to win one of many great prizes.
Like this week's special: a partially-expenses-paid weekend for one in Tuba City, Arizona -- that state's capital of questionable dining and romantic sublimation (airfare, lodging, rental car, meals, drinks and pharmaceuticals not included).
Thanks in advance,
sf