Posts from February, 2010

Your Privacy Is Still Null

Google Web History

You don’t want people seeing what you’ve searched for? But you searched for that! Are you ashamed now? Why?!

Government Email Snooping

While I don’t condone it, how can it hurt you? If you’re a gunrunner and you’re about to get convicted based on evidence found in your mailbox, I salute that! Other than that, nobody cares what colour your panties are! The police can search your house with a warrant; why not your mailbox?

Facebook Stalkers

You are aware that you can block people, right? Better still, think about why you joined Facebook!

Google Analytics Tracking

If most of the visitors from your site are from jail, or the States, or Japan, wouldn’t you like to know? If most of them are running Linux or Mac, wouldn’t you like to know? Also, you like it when a site caters better to your needs, right? You like it when they give you more of the stuff you liked before. How do you think they know all that?

Why are you so afraid of the amount of information about you that’s available on the net?
That information should not come close to defining you as the wonderful, complex person that you are! That information is just peanuts compared to all the feelings you can instill in another person!

And if that is not the case. If the amount of information available on the net accounts for most of you. If there’s little left to find out about you in the real world. Well, in that case, I’d say your online privacy is the least of your worries!

Posted on the 25th of February, 2010 | 7 Arrogant Comments

Zoe Keating – One Cello x 16

When I first got toe hear her music, I was blown away. I actually got from not knowing about her to ordering her CD online in five minutes. When the disk came in the mail, I was as happy as a little boy with a new toy.

I’ve given her music some time to settle in. Just to make sure it’s not infatuation. And not, it’s not. I’m listening to Fern, my favorite track, right now.

I cannot bring myself to describe Zoe Keating’s music any better than her, so just give her a listen.

But I will say this, it’s like being picked up by a murder of crows and taken high above the busy city, high up to a place where time slows down and you can let yourself feel each stroke and tap on her cello as if it goes through you, touching and moving around things you might have forgotten you had; and then, as one song ends and another begins, you find tears in your eyes because of something that’s neither joy nor sorrow — her passion.

Then you brace yourself for the next ride.

Posted on the 8th of February, 2010 | 8 Coarse Comments