Zuckerberg: We need to get back to Facebook’s founding principle - stalking girls in other dorms
New Outlook: Happy New Year! You have to download an update from the Microsoft Store.
Me: Er, ok.
Updated New Outlook: Hi! For your convenience, I’ve removed all your email accounts.
That older relative you do tech support for is probably not bamboozled by digital devices. They were guessing their way through Y/N ms-DOS and dodging Fatal Error cartoon bombs on Macs before you and the smartphone were born. Now they're older, wearier, and exasperated by digital coercion and the complication of simple things. They’re not listening to Bing Crosby while being amazed email exists. They’re listening to Queen while cursing enshittification & resenting the time it costs them and you.
At this time of year I reflect that with a little bit of effort I could be a much better person. But where is the fun in that?
My Mastodon Patreon payment has reminded me, that I have let this account fall into cryogenic stillness. Happy New Year to you all!
Listening to Milton Mayer’s “They Thought They Were Free” he makes reference in passing to a great Europe-wide heatwave in the early C20th which led each country to ban the opening of tram windows, which in turn led to acts of civil disobedience. I’m having trouble finding out more. Can anyone give me a pointer?
It dawns on me, in horror, that if I were alive 200 years from now, I’d be fascinated by archives of Twitter.
I love the old photos of my family, but I always find myself looking in the background for a glimpse of the old cars, the vanished shops. Holiday snaps designed to capture a grand building are now more interesting for the fashions on display on those walking past it.
Of course, Dante’s poetry is sublime, but there is even greater joy in rummaging in the footnotes to understand his score-settling and indulgence in grudges. /2
Walking round the Duomo I was struck again by something that I used to think about when I was digging Roman sites in Colchester - what really touches us from across the intervening centuries is not the magnificence of the structures, but the hand-scratched graffiti. /1