...in which we debate if people who can't read should bother with the Internet.
There is not a real big lot of shocking new info here, but the folks over at news.com have published a big expose on the way Facebook works, so I guess I will just comment on it over here. Click on through for the whole story, or stay here and skim through what I picked up when I skimmed through their article.
Now folks, this is pretty much how the Internet works. Sure, there are different levels of privacy. This very weblog is an example of zero privacy. Anything written here will be crawled, cached, parsed, and archived for years to come. Sensitive data such as credit card numbers is kept much more closely. Facebook is somewhere in between in that it only releases the data to certain parties. Just as it said it would.
I really cannot believe that I am lame enough to have scheduled a laundromat session at the same time as this weeks Layer Tennis match. I mean, clean underwear is only important if you actually planned to wear any, right? And is this working for your self stuff not just a way to arrange your schedule around what you want to do?
Maybe it is just as well. I have not really had the time to spend 3 hours on fun this week. At least not during daylight hours...
If I had actually been here I am sure I would have been sucked in, to other people's detriment.
I really must get all this work down to a manageable level so I can catch next week's match. If there is anyone out there who thinks the end of match summary will suffice, I can tell you that you are wrong. The live action greatly enhances the experience.
I will get this work done. I will get this work done even if it involves buying a faster computer. I would like it if I did not need a faster computer, because waiting for delivery would be such a drag.
I participated in the discussion during the Layer Tennis match for the first time today. I realized at the time that I had about as much business being there as I would at a Munchkin audition, but as I am free, white and 21, and not nearly famous enough for them to know how graphically incompetent I am, I signed up in the hopes that a little participation would make the game more interesting. It did.
It was assumed I had followed the commentator there, but no, I came for the action. I am aware of Heather Armstrong and her blog, As I recall I checked it all out and did not find it to my tastes. I could be wrong. I did not say anything at the time, but this is my blog now. Nothing personal, Heather.
Meanwhile, back at the tennis, today's match was quite heated. I did not know during the actual match that the two competitors were close. The volleys seemed a bit over the top had they been strangers. There was name calling, sex, age discrimination and outright insults. I forced myself to keep the newb "me too" comments coming. I had fun.
About the title. That was how I answered when the kids asked if I would be applying for a job at the nearby Googleplex. Seemed to fit here, too.
This is great, I can keep up with MySpace memes through Leila Pratt's blog and never have to look at an overdone homepage. Lucky for me, my Zaurus has a random setting, and I can play along with the cool kids:
Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question
How does the world see me?
Da Do Do Do, Da Da Da Da
I guess I really don't want to know.
Will I have a happy life?
Walking on the moon
I take that as a no.
What do my friends really think of me?
I assume this has nothing to do with the poster that came with the album.
Do people secretly lust after me?
How can I make myself happy?
I will keep that in mind.
What should I do with my life?
Crazy On You
At least I got something right.
Why must life be so full of pain?
Will I ever have children?
Canary In A Coalmine
Makes sense given that I already have one.
Will I die happy?
Oh Babe, What Would You Say
Just answer the question, dummy.
What is some good advice for me?
Stuck In The Middle With You
What is happiness?
I think I knew that already.
What's my favorite fetish?
Owner Of A Lonely Heart
How will I be remembered?
It has always been my philosophy that carrying around lots of heavy camera equipment will earn you a reputation as a fine photographer, especially since hardly anyone asks to see the photos later. It is easy enough to pass around one or two clear examples as the best of the lot. You really don't have to state how bad the culls actually were. In my early days I aquired a standard 35mm camera and a huge zoom/macro lends which also meant I had to carry around a large, bulky tripod to even use the thing. I looked marvelous. I have since switched to digital, but I did manage to find a filter holder for the lense that makes the camera much more imposing. People tell me I have a fine looking camera, and I smile and say thanks.
I never realized the harm in this type of deception until I was asked to photograph someone's wedding. Finances were an issue and I knew it would be me or nothing at all, so I agreed. Fortunately an ace photographer showed up from out of town and agreed to take over with the film camera. I was able to outdo my self with 3 or 4 clear shots with the digital.