Code is Speech?
A point to remember when next your private moments are leveraged to improve a marketing algorithm. The unintended consequence of code is speech.
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A point to remember when next your private moments are leveraged to improve a marketing algorithm. The unintended consequence of code is speech.
The issue is not can they keep my data safe from an unauthorised third party, but can they keep my data safe from their algorithms.
The only prevention is to discourage the banning of alternative views and instead engagement in rational discourse.
Like a genre in publishing, a work forms part of an existing discourse and this creates certain ground rules for how words will be read and ideas conveyed.
At first, my thinking rebels against the act of concentration. A day spent being pulled in a myriad of directions does not for a focused mind make.
My quest for a publishing platform which was both elegant, unencumbered by endless plug-ins and left me alone with my text, brought me to write.as.
The question today, for whom do you write? Perhaps to improve your scribblings; perhaps to attract a general audience; or perhaps it is for posterity?
This causes something of a paradox. I thought I would have to take a leave pass to not write today, yet pondering this has caused me to write today.
To be a part of a society which doesn't take these choices means the most meaningful solution is to look at ambient as well as personal privacy.
A compelling aspect is the way in which Hokusai's work burgeoned as he aged. An unconscious reaction to feeling we are yet to realise our potential.
I came across a stone bench that appeared to be very old. Carved into an ancient looking wall, dappled in moss, thick creepers wound across its surface.
In a sense, our online privacy is much like a child, vulnerable to the world and easily spirited away by a platform which offers ease of connection.
Though it is not clear if this is the poet or the urn speaking, what is clear is that the passage seeks to transcend visual value.
The past, which comes flooding in, transports us to a moment which is both frozen in time and animated by our thinking. 'Oh, the humanity!'
At times, writing alone is not action enough to free my thinking from its melancholy trends. In such times I turn to that most lyric of the muses, Euterpe.