"This wasn't what I expected."
"Welcome back, buddy."
"Am I dead?"
"That is the million-dollar question."
"Why only a million?"
"It's not inflation-adjusted. I'm a walkaway hippie, can't be bothered to keep track of money."
Cory Doctorow: Walkaway
Februar 2018 Archiv
Inflatowareness.
Big Shleppa.
Backup. A perfect, perfectly seductive name for scan and sim. She was amazed she hadn't heard it. As soon as she did, Limpopo just knew there must be thousands — millions — of people using the term. Once you conceived of the thing that made you you as data, aeons of data-handling anxiety kicked in. If you had data, it had to be backed up. Anything important that wasn't backed up was good as lost. Data is haunted by Murphy. Do something irreplaceable and magnificent while out of network and backup range and you were begging for critical failure that nuked it all.
Cory Doctorow: Walkaway
Transmission Consent Protocol.
Each of their hands was saying, "Is this okay?" and waiting for the other's to move, "Yes, it's okay," before moving again. They were sending pulsed SYN/ACK/SYNACKs over a balky network.
Cory Doctorow: Walkaway
Brace for AMPact.
But unchanging-ness... that’s really important. In fact, it’s the key thing about email. It is the biggest thing that email has over social networking or any of the hosted chat systems.
An email which is just a wrapper for content pulled from a website is no longer an unchangeable copy of anything.
Bron Gondwana (fastmail.com): Email is your electronic memory
Miaunsch.
Een mens geworden! Wat een gruwelijke straf. Voor geen duizend kanaries zou ik een mens willen wezen.
Tante Moortje in Minoes van Annie M.G. Schmidt