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Being "always on" is being always off, to something. |
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The five most important lessons I've learned as an entrepreneur |
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Topic: Business |
7:28 am EDT, Aug 26, 2008 |
Guy Kawasaki: 1. Focus on cash flow. 2. Make a little progress every day. 3. Try stuff. 4. Ignore schmexperts. (Schmexperts are the totally bad combination of schmucks who are experts -- or experts who are schmucks.) 5. Never ask anyone to do something that you wouldn't do.
The five most important lessons I've learned as an entrepreneur |
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How a Barack Obama Site Made Me Famous |
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Topic: Politics and Law |
7:28 am EDT, Aug 26, 2008 |
Catch phrases are big business. Streaming movies? Not so much. Mat Honan worked for two failed dotcoms before becoming a contributing editor at Wired magazine — but his luck changed in February when he created a funny site about Barack Obama in just a few hours. 7 million pageviews later, it's landed him a book deal, a slew of interviews, and even a mention in the New York Times. The success grew from a personal catchphrase whispered teasingly to his wife: "Barack Obama is your new bicycle." (Her excitement about the candidate matched her previous enthusiasm for cycling.) But it soon exploded, proving once again the strange fame-making power of the web.
How a Barack Obama Site Made Me Famous |
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Topic: Arts |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Jose Saramago's new book comes out in October. Pre-order now. On the first day of the new year, no one dies. This of course causes consternation among politicians, religious leaders, morticians, and doctors. Among the general public, on the other hand, there is initially celebration—flags are hung out on balconies, people dance in the streets. They have achieved the great goal of humanity: eternal life. Then reality hits home—families are left to care for the permanently dying, life-insurance policies become meaningless, and funeral parlors are reduced to arranging burials for pet dogs, cats, hamsters, and parrots. Death sits in her chilly apartment, where she lives alone with scythe and filing cabinets, and contemplates her experiment: What if no one ever died again? What if she, death with a small d, became human and were to fall in love?
'Death' earns a Starred Review from Publishers Weekly: Jose Saramago's philosophical page-turner hinges on death taking a holiday. And, Saramago being Saramago, he turns what could be the stuff of late-night stoner debate into a lucid, playful and politically edgy novel of ideas. For reasons initially unclear, people stop dying in an unnamed country on New Year's Day. Shortly after death begins her break (death is a woman here), there's a catastrophic collapse in the funeral industry; disruption in hospitals of the usual rotational process of patients coming in, getting better or dying; and general havoc. There's much debate and discussion on the link between death, resurrection and the church, and while the clandestine traffic of the terminally ill into bordering countries leads to government collusion with the criminal self-styled maphia, death falls in love with a terminally ill cellist. Saramago adds two satisfying cliffhangers—how far can he go with the concept, and will death succumb to human love? The package is profound, resonant and—bonus—entertaining.
From the archive: The hands of the girl with dark glasses searched for somewhere to hold on to, but it was the doctor's wife who gently held them in her own hands, Rest, rest. The girl closed her eyes, remained like that for a minute, she might have fallen asleep were it not for the quarrel that suddenly erupted, someone had gone to the lavatory and on his return found his bed occupied, no harm was meant, the other fellow had got up for the same reason, they had passed each other on the way, and obviously it did not occur to either of them to say, Take care not to get into the wrong bed when you come back. Standing there, the doctor's wife watched the two blind men who were arguing, she noticed they made no gestures, that they barely moved their bodies, having quickly learned that only their voice and hearing now served any purpose, true, they had their arms, that they could fight, grapple, come to blows, as the saying goes, but a bed swapped by mistake was not worth so much fuss, if only all life's deceptions were like this one, and all they had to do was to come to some agreement, Number two is mine, yours is number three, let that be understood once and for all, Were it not for the fact that we're blind this mix-up would never have happened, You're right, our problem is that we're blind. The doctor's wife said to her husband, The whole world is right here.
Death with Interruptions |
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Topic: Society |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Stephen Baker's new book earns a Starred Review from Publishers Weekly: In this captivating exploration of digital nosiness, business reporter Baker spotlights a new breed of entrepreneurial mathematicians (the numerati) engaged in harnessing the avalanche of private data individuals provide when they use a credit card, donate to a cause, surf the Internet—or even make a phone call. According to the author, these crumbs of personal information—buying habits or preferences—are being culled by the numerati to radically transform, and customize, everyday experiences; supermarket smart carts will soon greet shoppers by name, guide them to their favorite foods, tempting them with discounts only on items they like; candidates will be able to tailor their messages to specific voters; sensors in homes or even implanted in bodies themselves will report early warnings of medical problems (have you noticed Grandpa has been walking slower?), predict an increased risk of disease in the future or adjust a drug for a single individual. An intriguing but disquieting look at a not too distant future when our thoughts will remain private, but computers will disclose our tastes, opinions, habits and quirks to curious parties, not all of whom have our best interests at heart.
From the archive: The evidence suggests that from an executive perspective, the most desirable employees may no longer necessarily be those with proven ability and judgment, but those who can be counted on to follow orders and be good "team players."
The Numerati |
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"I Just Called to Say I Love You": cell phones, sentimentality, and the decline of public space |
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Topic: Society |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Jonathan Franzen wrote this essay for the latest issue of Technology Review. I'm not opposed to technological developments. I love my BlackBerry, which lets me deal with lengthy, unwelcome e-mails in a few breathless telegraphic lines for which the recipient is nevertheless obliged to feel grateful, because I did it with my thumbs. Privacy, to me, is not about keeping my personal life hidden from other people. It's about sparing me from the intrusion of other people's personal lives. The technological development that has done lasting harm of real social significance -- the development that, despite the continuing harm it does, you risk ridicule if you publicly complain about today -- is the cell phone. The very essence of the cell phone's hideousness, as a social phenomenon--the bad news that stays bad news--is that it enables and encourages the inflicting of the personal and individual on the public and communal. And there is no higher-caliber utterance than "I love you"--nothing worse that an individual can inflict on a communal public space. Even "Fuck you, dickhead" is less invasive, since it's the kind of thing that angry people do sometimes shout in public, and it can just as easily be directed at a stranger.
From the archive: In an increasingly transitory world, the cellphone is becoming the one fixed piece of our identity.
And from waaay back: Katie Hafner writes about "Net evaders" -- people who steer clear of the Internet and its services despite being in close proximity to connected computers and other avid Internet users. The article is based on survey research by the Pew Trust. As a bit of a "cellular evader" myself, I would submit that this phenomenon is not specific to the Internet.
And just for good measure: To be sure, time marches on. Yet for many Californians, the looming demise of the "time lady," as she's come to be known, marks the end of a more genteel era, when we all had time to share.
"I Just Called to Say I Love You": cell phones, sentimentality, and the decline of public space |
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The Things that Make Me Weak and Strange Get Engineered Away |
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Topic: Arts |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Cory Doctorow: Lawrence’s cubicle was just the right place to chew on a thorny logfile problem: decorated with the votive fetishes of his monastic order, a thousand calming, clarifying mandalas and saints devoted to helping him think clearly. From the nearby cubicles, Lawrence heard the ritualized muttering of a thousand brothers and sisters in the Order of Reflective Analytics, a susurration of harmonized, concentrated thought. On his display, he watched an instrument widget track the decibel level over time, the graph overlaid on a 3D curve of normal activity over time and space. He noted that the level was a little high, the room a little more anxious than usual. He clicked and tapped and thought some more, massaging the logfile to see if he could make it snap into focus and make sense, but it stubbornly refused to be sensible. The data tracked the custody chain of the bitstream the Order munged for the Securitat, and somewhere in there, a file had grown by 68 bytes, blowing its checksum and becoming An Anomaly. Order lore was filled with Anomalies, loose threads in the fabric of reality—bugs to be squashed in the data-set that was the Order’s universe. Starting with the pre-Order sysadmin who’d tracked a $0.75 billing anomaly back to foreign spy-ring that was using his systems to hack his military, these morality tales were object lessons to the Order’s monks: pick at the seams and the world will unravel in useful and interesting ways. Lawrence had reached the end of his personal picking capacity, though. It was time to talk it over with Gerta.
The Things that Make Me Weak and Strange Get Engineered Away |
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Topic: Current Events |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Thomas Finchum, an American diver competing in Beijing, describes the view from the 10-meter platform at the Water Cube.
Put it in full screen on a big display. The Diver’s View |
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Do Social Networks Bring the End of Privacy? |
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Topic: Society |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Daniel Solove, in Scientific American: Young people share the most intimate details of personal life on social-networking Web sites, such as MySpace and Facebook, portending a realignment of the public and the private
From the archive: If you work in privacy or data protection either from a technology or policy perspective, you need to read this book and understand Solove's approach.
Praise for The Future of Reputation: "No one has thought more about the effects of the information age on privacy than Daniel Solove." —Bruce Schneier
More recently: Noooooo problem ... don't worry about privacy ... privacy is dead ... there's no privacy ... just more databases ... that's what you want ... that's what you NEED ... Buy my shit! Buy it -- give me money! Don't worry about the consequences ... there's no consequences. If you give me money, everything's going to be cool, okay? It's gonna be cool. Give me money. No consequences, no whammies, money. Money for me ... Money for me, databases for you.
Do Social Networks Bring the End of Privacy? |
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Vigilantes wage war on signs of American illiteracy |
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Topic: War on Terrorism |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
A man from Somerville, Mass., and his friend who went around the country this year removing typographical errors from public signs have been banned from national parks after vandalizing a historic marker at the Grand Canyon.
See also coverage at the Times UK, from which the title is taken: The founders of the Typo Eradication Advancement League (TEAL) have been banned by a court from correcting any publicly owned signs after trying to correct one on the Desert View Watchtower that, for seven decades, has drawn attention to an “emense westward view of the Grand Canyon”. Oblivious to grammar, the prosecutors pronounced the sign “a unique historical object of irreplaceable value”.
Also worth a "look" -- The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks, which has been misinterpreting bad punctuation since 2005. Vigilantes wage war on signs of American illiteracy |
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Topic: Technology |
8:04 pm EDT, Aug 24, 2008 |
Zed Shaw: This rant is about an idea I have for a group of geeks who fight to keep the art of hacking and invention alive. I want to call it The Freehacker’s Union. I want it to be against business, against the coopting and destruction of geek culture, and for preserving hacking and invention as methods of personal artistic expression. The idea is still forming, so this is the story of how it came about.
The Freehacker's Union |
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