Grey Eminence
Sadly, for our attempts to hold power to account, the 'what' is lost to the political 'how,' with which side wins becoming the benchmark for 'account.'
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Sadly, for our attempts to hold power to account, the 'what' is lost to the political 'how,' with which side wins becoming the benchmark for 'account.'
Though a visual man, I have grown tired of the flickering images of social media where unlimited filters and effects cannot cover the dearth of thought.
In the main, scholars, developers and researchers cite those who have gone before, without whose work their own product would be much reduced.
If I seek a day in which I am not on duty, and politicians are merely flesh and blood, should they too not be allowed a moments reprieve?
With digital services often serving as our memory, to remove content from personal drives is to airbrush our memory.
Perhaps this is the heart of my distaste for much social media: it is designed to halt my thinking and focus my attention, not impell me to think on.
I didn't have the time to write you a short blog about historical analogies, so I wrote about something else.
The key is to avoid reading events falsely, which inevitably leads to politics shaping what we think is true.
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?