There needs to be a name for journalism of the "Here's Who's Fulla Shit" variety. (HWFS, perhaps?) Some of it is good, but I'm OD'ing on it, even when I agree with it.#
I just got a survey from @Uber about my experience at LAX yesterday. My experience with Uber was fine. All normal, no problems. But—#
The experience of getting from Terminal 7 baggage claim to #LAX-it, where Uber, Lyft and taxis pick up, was long and labyrinthine, especially with three bags and two boxes between two people.#
So the *whole* experience should be part of the @Uber survey. It wasn't, or I missed it. So I bailed on it part way through. I don't know if that will be meaningful to Uber or not. But—#
I do know that there are better ways for customers to help companies than through surveys. I touch on those a bit here: blogs.harvard.edu/doc/2016/08/17/cash-vs-the-customer-experience/#
For #rocket watchers: "This morning's launch from Vandenberg SFB has been delayed. It is now Sunday, April 17 at 6:13 a.m. PDT. This event occurs near sunrise for observers on the West Coast."#
Got my second Moderna booster today. The next adventure was getting the store manager to take apart the toilet paper dispenser in the mens room behind which my vax record card had slipped while I was in the stall. No other effects.#
For #rocket freaks in Central and South Coastal California: "This morning's planned launch of a Falcon 9 rocket from Vandenberg SFB may have been delayed. The event may be rescheduled for Saturday, April 16 at 6:27 a.m. PDT."#
Is this still #Tax Day? We always do ours far in advance, so I'm no longer sure.#
How well do you know your neighborhood? backofyourhand.com I do best with NYC, less with the too many other places I've lived. And still live.#
Anyone else suffering news-keep-up fatigue (NKUF) listening to more music lately? My main instrument is an Xmas gift from my wife: bose.com/en_us/products/headphones/noise_cancelling_headphones/noise-cancelling-headphones-700.html#
My mother's advice, late in her life, was to "Unburden your heirs of the need to throw out stuff only you value."#
I think a corollary might be, "Leave to your heirs stuff they might value so the choice is up to them."#
So I just did that with the Google Inactive Account Manager. After my account is idle for 3 months, my youngest adult heir will get a text and an email offering them whatever is in there. It's not a lot because I avoid lots of Google services, but it's some.#
I can have everything automatically deleted if 3 more months go by and nobody has taken whatever is there. That actually makes sense for a lot of stuff, but not for a Blogger blog. I like to think that blogs by design should be publications that remain on the Web's shelves.#
I think it would be better if all the data in Google's many personal data folders (location, mail, etc.) was mine and not just theirs, and I had a similar way, at my end, to go through the same exercise. We need independence and should design more for that than we do.#
My answer on @Quora to What's the most famous radio station in the U.S.? quora.com/What-is-the-most-famous-radio-station-in-the-US/answer/Doc-Searls #
I'm still frustrated by @Instagram. Just updated my bio in "Edit profile," hit Submit and the whole edit vanished. Probably my fault, but there's a lot of elsewhere in the digital world, so I'll wander there instead for a bit.#
Beyond the Web is getting some fresh attention: http://blogs.harvard.edu/doc/2021/08/15/beyond-the-web/ #
Just noticed: besides featuring the most feral image of a speaker ever lifted from the video of a TED talk, the link for my talk about journalism misspells my surname: https://www.ted.com/talks/doc_searle_the_story_isn_t_the_whole_story#
Just got a brake job for our '05 Subaru Outback, still with less than 100k miles. A question: given inflation, is now the right time to buy a new (or new-ish) car? And, if so, what? Preferences: low-maintenance, comfort, cargo space, e.g. an old-fashioned station wagon.#
I was asked on QuoraWhat’s the hardest part about getting older that no one ever talks about at all? My answer: #
That you’re more competent than ever. That you’re wiser than ever. That you’re better at spotting and avoiding bullshit than ever. The list goes on.#
None of those are hard, except in the sense that they aren’t much talked about.#
I’m 74 now, and still working, still contributing to the world, still engaged with my communities, still having a good time. So I’m lucky that way. But here’s the strange thing: I know that luck will run out. I know I’m going to die, and I expect it can happen at any time. Because life is a losing game of Labyrinth.#
My joke about mortality is that I know I’m in the exit line, but let others cut in.#
It’s less funny when friends and relatives do exactly that. All the memorial services I’ve been to recently (or missed, thanks to the pandemic) have been for friends younger than me. The generation that raised me—the one called “greatest”—is entirely gone. Too many from Gen X have been cutting in too.#
But I’ve also come to see death as a feature, not a bug. Mortality is a grace, not a curse.#
I learned that from my mother, after she died. It happened one day while I was driving somewhere and thought of something I wanted to share with her. I heard her voice, clear as ever, tell me her absence was good because it forced me to share my love (or whatever was on my mind at the time) with other people.#
To be, or not to be: that is the question, Hamlet says, in Shakespeare's most quoted one-liner. After a slew of less remembered lines, Hamlet comes around to the matter, or the non-matter, of the not to be side of his question, and the "dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveler returns."#
I've been thinking, perhaps too much, about this lately. Not about death, but about life's absence. Of what it means, or—following Hamlet—it doesn't. #
As happens when one reaches the final demographic (more than ten years ago in this, my 75th year), more and more people one has known for a long time die off. Three I've written about recently are Chris Locke, Kim Cameron and David Hodskins. David is the latest, having died just two weeks ago. I have trouble dealing with his death because being dead is so out of character for him. He was, as one of his other friends put it, intense. He also knew so much I'd love to call on right now, as I write about him. Same goes for the others. But I can't, because they're all dead.#
See, death is not a state. You can't be dead, because being presumes existence. That's Hamlet's point. In death we no longer exist. We are not to be. Our lives are written on the whiteboard of existence wiped clean when we die. Everything we ever felt, said, wanted, experienced, loved, and knew is all gone. We do leave artifacts: possessions, writings, artistic works, recordings. Those are mortal too, but they are also not us. As beings we are, or are not.#
Why are there essents rather than nothing? Heidegger asks, somewhere. Essents are what exists. (Or so I recall, as a philosophy major lapsed more than half a century.) Nothingness, about which Sartre devoted half a book, also doesn't exist. There is not a ness to nothing. Or a thing. In death we are thingless. We also don't inhabit Hamlet's "undiscover'd country" from which no traveler returns.#
Think of life after death as life before birth: as pure possibility.#
We are embodied creatures, unable to understand anything that lacks existence. Consider prepositions: over, under, within, alongside, behind, through, during, before, after, following, since, underneath. All assume being—existence—in both place and time. Also movement, and travel. Both are essential for humans who be. None of that stuff applies to humans whose being has ended. It just can't. We may speak of ended persons as "departed," "passed" or "gone," but they are none of those, because existence is presumed, and they no longer exist.#
Those of us with a religious faith—and I am one of them—may contemplate some form of personal existence after our human form ceases to exist. Nearly all of us presume in ourselves a soul, a faith St. Paul calls "the substance of things hoped for" and "the evidence of things unseen." But there is no proof of the scientific kind that the souls that are each of us will go on living as reborn humans or as eternal disembodied souls after we die. Soul itself is also not a scientific term, or recognized by any fully respected science.#
One of my past occupations was working for the Psychical Research Foundation, which was dedicated at the time to the scientific study of the possibility of life after death. While the PRF found a lot of interesting stuff that maybe suggested that yeah, there is interesting stuff going on, there was no proof beyond shadows of doubt that life as we know it in the here and now continues to exist.#
And yet I believe in the human soul. I have to, because I know the me I experience is other, if not more, than my body alone. I believe the other I am, and we all are, is timeless and incorporeal, not reducible to our bodies; nor does it require, as our bodies do, the ego to survive. There is a timeless reality that neither bodies nor egos can understand. It is what Camoldoli monkscall the mystery. #
To probe that mystery, it does not help to ask where we come from or where we go, because those questions presume space and place and time. Don't ask the same of the universe. Is there any answer that makes full sense of what came before the Big Bang, a mere 13.5 billion years ago? Does it make any more sense to ask what will happen after the universe dies trillions of years from now, after the second law of thermodynamics plays out and entropy wins, as each of our own bodies models in the world right now?#
What was before Whitman's "huge first Nothing, the vapor from the nostrils of death"? Whitman says he saw it. He was there before it, knew well his own egotism, and in a soliloquy deeper than Hamlet's (read it here) said "All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me. Now I stand on this spot with my soul."#
After Whitman died, scientists wanted to study his brain. But somebody fucked that up by dropping it, so it splattered like a melon on the floor. But that brain was not Whitman any more than the craps he took throughout his life. None of us are any parts of our bodies after our lives end. We may bury the bodies of the dead, or preserve them, or burn them and keep or scatter the ashes. All of those acts are ways to remember and respect lost lives. But none of what we call remains belong to a soul that cannot own a damned thing. Pure absence is the damnation.#
I believe all our souls are formed from of vapor from death's nostrils. Death blows us into a body. We then take a ride in that body, running, walking, stumbling, flying through space and time, on the sphere in space we call a world. Then death inhales us at the end of the ride, and we are re-formed into existence free of time, space and place.#
And if I'm wrong about any or all of those assumptions, and the faith in which I make them, I am content to have contributed to life more than I arrived with when death snorted me here.#
Just got an email from Nielsen that starts this way: "SiriusXM is conducting a survey about your listening habits. The survey will only take 10 minutes or so to complete." Since I pay SiriusXM for their service and I've been doing that since they were just Sirius, I decided to go ahead and fill the survey out. The first question was for my age. When I put in 74, it said "Survey Completed - Thank you for taking our survey."#
Roughly speaking, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle says that you can't know exactly both the position and momentum of something. Put a bit differently, if you know exactly where something is, you can't see where it's going, while if you know where something is going, you can't see exactly where it is. Seems to me this applies in some way to conversation online.#
Or at least I want it to, because where it's going matters more to me than where it is.#
And man, is there an awful lot of where-it-is out there. And, because its where-it-is-ness is so strong, it almost doesn't matter where it's going.#
There's a better way to put this, and I haven't found it yet. But I just want to get it down while it's in my head. Kind of like putting down a where-it-is so I remember later where-it's-going.#
I spend way too much time sitting at this keyboard, and I'm a failure at the standing desk thing, so I need a proper office chair. Starting in 1978, my fave was the Herman Miller Ergon, introduced in 1976. It was a cushion design: one for your back and one for your ass. I've had a series of these, over many years. While they all last well, the cushions do break down, so eventually I'm sitting on something hard underneath.#
I've tried out a lot of other office chairs, and usually settle for something cheap that will do for awhile. Such as the $15 one I'm sitting on now, which I got from a thrift store, and the $25 one in the next room, which I got from the IU Surplus store here at Indiana University in Bloomington. That's an Ergon knock-off that became uncomfortable in just a day or two. #
In scripting.com/2021/10/13/140500.html?title=whyWeUseTwitterIdentity, @DaveWiner explains how little logging into #Drummer with Twitter reveals about one's self or life. I think that's because #OAuth (the standard used) is just "access delegation." IOW, easy login.#
Seems to me, at the practical level, it's about all 7 of @Kim_Cameron's Laws of Identity: user control & consent, justifiable parties, minimum disclosure for a constrained use, etc. But is a credential minimally disclosed to a justifiable party *identity*?#
Identity, seems to me, is about *who you are*. Login is about *something you do*. If the other party only wants to know if you have a ticket to get in, that's not identity. It's a verifiable credential. It's just about the minimum stuff another party else needs to know.#
Minimized *need to know* (#MNTK) is an essential feature of #SSI: self-sovereign identity. There is uncomplicated efficiency to it. It's why the coffee shop's MNTK is that the name you give them with the order is the one they call out when the drink is ready. #
So I think a lot of what we call "identity" is a subset that's nothing more than #MNTK, requiring only a single verifiable credential (which the identity folk confusingly but understandably call a "VC"). I'll call an #IIW (where OAuth was partly baked) session on that today.#
Here in Bloomington, Indiana: some stuff absent in stores can still be obtained online and quickly. Example: printers. Lotsa demo units at Best Buy, Staples & Office Depot, but almost no inventory. Ordered one from Who Knows through Amazon, and it arrived quickly.#
True, a sample of one; but suggestive of something not often mentioned—that one giant intermediary that's exceptionally good at logistics can sometimes function better than the ordinary market occupied by everybody else.#
I'm no fan of centralization or giantism in markets; but there are cases where its advantages are hard to ignore.#
Just added a lot of captions and mouse-over callouts to a large album of aerial photos I shot en route from Newark to Los Angeles on a clear morning in 2019.#
On the one hand, Stop Trackers Dead: The Best Private Browsers for 2021, subtitled "The web is infested with marketers mining your data and targeting you for sales. Foil the snoops with the tracking protection and privacy-conscious search features offered by these secure browsers," is a good piece by Michael Muchmore in PC Mag. On the other hand, the magazine's site itself is a well-stocked delivery system for injecting your browser with exactly the kinds of trackers Michael would like you avoid. Take a look with the excellent PageXray from FouAnalytics.#
Prediction: Rachel Maddow won't leave MSNBC just because she's burned out. She'll leave because they can't begin to offer her the kind of money that Spotify and SiriusXM are laying out just for A-list podcasters. (For example, $100 million to Joe Rogan and $200 million to Bill Simmons and The Ringer.)#
There needs to be a name for journalism of the "Here's Who's Fulla Shit" variety. (HWFS, perhaps?) Some of it is good, but I'm OD'ing on it, even when I agree with it.#
I just got a survey from @Uber about my experience at LAX yesterday. My experience with Uber was fine. All normal, no problems. But—#
The experience of getting from Terminal 7 baggage claim to #LAX-it, where Uber, Lyft and taxis pick up, was long and labyrinthine, especially with three bags and two boxes between two people.#
So the *whole* experience should be part of the @Uber survey. It wasn't, or I missed it. So I bailed on it part way through. I don't know if that will be meaningful to Uber or not. But—#
I do know that there are better ways for customers to help companies than through surveys. I touch on those a bit here: blogs.harvard.edu/doc/2016/08/17/cash-vs-the-customer-experience/#
For #rocket watchers: "This morning's launch from Vandenberg SFB has been delayed. It is now Sunday, April 17 at 6:13 a.m. PDT. This event occurs near sunrise for observers on the West Coast."#
Got my second Moderna booster today. The next adventure was getting the store manager to take apart the toilet paper dispenser in the mens room behind which my vax record card had slipped while I was in the stall. No other effects.#
For #rocket freaks in Central and South Coastal California: "This morning's planned launch of a Falcon 9 rocket from Vandenberg SFB may have been delayed. The event may be rescheduled for Saturday, April 16 at 6:27 a.m. PDT."#
Is this still #Tax Day? We always do ours far in advance, so I'm no longer sure.#
How well do you know your neighborhood? backofyourhand.com I do best with NYC, less with the too many other places I've lived. And still live.#
Anyone else suffering news-keep-up fatigue (NKUF) listening to more music lately? My main instrument is an Xmas gift from my wife: bose.com/en_us/products/headphones/noise_cancelling_headphones/noise-cancelling-headphones-700.html#
My mother's advice, late in her life, was to "Unburden your heirs of the need to throw out stuff only you value."#
I think a corollary might be, "Leave to your heirs stuff they might value so the choice is up to them."#
So I just did that with the Google Inactive Account Manager. After my account is idle for 3 months, my youngest adult heir will get a text and an email offering them whatever is in there. It's not a lot because I avoid lots of Google services, but it's some.#
I can have everything automatically deleted if 3 more months go by and nobody has taken whatever is there. That actually makes sense for a lot of stuff, but not for a Blogger blog. I like to think that blogs by design should be publications that remain on the Web's shelves.#
I think it would be better if all the data in Google's many personal data folders (location, mail, etc.) was mine and not just theirs, and I had a similar way, at my end, to go through the same exercise. We need independence and should design more for that than we do.#
My answer on @Quora to What's the most famous radio station in the U.S.? quora.com/What-is-the-most-famous-radio-station-in-the-US/answer/Doc-Searls #
I'm still frustrated by @Instagram. Just updated my bio in "Edit profile," hit Submit and the whole edit vanished. Probably my fault, but there's a lot of elsewhere in the digital world, so I'll wander there instead for a bit.#
Beyond the Web is getting some fresh attention: http://blogs.harvard.edu/doc/2021/08/15/beyond-the-web/ #
Just noticed: besides featuring the most feral image of a speaker ever lifted from the video of a TED talk, the link for my talk about journalism misspells my surname: https://www.ted.com/talks/doc_searle_the_story_isn_t_the_whole_story#
Just got a brake job for our '05 Subaru Outback, still with less than 100k miles. A question: given inflation, is now the right time to buy a new (or new-ish) car? And, if so, what? Preferences: low-maintenance, comfort, cargo space, e.g. an old-fashioned station wagon.#
I was asked on QuoraWhat’s the hardest part about getting older that no one ever talks about at all? My answer: #
That you’re more competent than ever. That you’re wiser than ever. That you’re better at spotting and avoiding bullshit than ever. The list goes on.#
None of those are hard, except in the sense that they aren’t much talked about.#
I’m 74 now, and still working, still contributing to the world, still engaged with my communities, still having a good time. So I’m lucky that way. But here’s the strange thing: I know that luck will run out. I know I’m going to die, and I expect it can happen at any time. Because life is a losing game of Labyrinth.#
My joke about mortality is that I know I’m in the exit line, but let others cut in.#
It’s less funny when friends and relatives do exactly that. All the memorial services I’ve been to recently (or missed, thanks to the pandemic) have been for friends younger than me. The generation that raised me—the one called “greatest”—is entirely gone. Too many from Gen X have been cutting in too.#
But I’ve also come to see death as a feature, not a bug. Mortality is a grace, not a curse.#
I learned that from my mother, after she died. It happened one day while I was driving somewhere and thought of something I wanted to share with her. I heard her voice, clear as ever, tell me her absence was good because it forced me to share my love (or whatever was on my mind at the time) with other people.#
To be, or not to be: that is the question, Hamlet says, in Shakespeare's most quoted one-liner. After a slew of less remembered lines, Hamlet comes around to the matter, or the non-matter, of the not to be side of his question, and the "dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveler returns."#
I've been thinking, perhaps too much, about this lately. Not about death, but about life's absence. Of what it means, or—following Hamlet—it doesn't. #
As happens when one reaches the final demographic (more than ten years ago in this, my 75th year), more and more people one has known for a long time die off. Three I've written about recently are Chris Locke, Kim Cameron and David Hodskins. David is the latest, having died just two weeks ago. I have trouble dealing with his death because being dead is so out of character for him. He was, as one of his other friends put it, intense. He also knew so much I'd love to call on right now, as I write about him. Same goes for the others. But I can't, because they're all dead.#
See, death is not a state. You can't be dead, because being presumes existence. That's Hamlet's point. In death we no longer exist. We are not to be. Our lives are written on the whiteboard of existence wiped clean when we die. Everything we ever felt, said, wanted, experienced, loved, and knew is all gone. We do leave artifacts: possessions, writings, artistic works, recordings. Those are mortal too, but they are also not us. As beings we are, or are not.#
Why are there essents rather than nothing? Heidegger asks, somewhere. Essents are what exists. (Or so I recall, as a philosophy major lapsed more than half a century.) Nothingness, about which Sartre devoted half a book, also doesn't exist. There is not a ness to nothing. Or a thing. In death we are thingless. We also don't inhabit Hamlet's "undiscover'd country" from which no traveler returns.#
Think of life after death as life before birth: as pure possibility.#
We are embodied creatures, unable to understand anything that lacks existence. Consider prepositions: over, under, within, alongside, behind, through, during, before, after, following, since, underneath. All assume being—existence—in both place and time. Also movement, and travel. Both are essential for humans who be. None of that stuff applies to humans whose being has ended. It just can't. We may speak of ended persons as "departed," "passed" or "gone," but they are none of those, because existence is presumed, and they no longer exist.#
Those of us with a religious faith—and I am one of them—may contemplate some form of personal existence after our human form ceases to exist. Nearly all of us presume in ourselves a soul, a faith St. Paul calls "the substance of things hoped for" and "the evidence of things unseen." But there is no proof of the scientific kind that the souls that are each of us will go on living as reborn humans or as eternal disembodied souls after we die. Soul itself is also not a scientific term, or recognized by any fully respected science.#
One of my past occupations was working for the Psychical Research Foundation, which was dedicated at the time to the scientific study of the possibility of life after death. While the PRF found a lot of interesting stuff that maybe suggested that yeah, there is interesting stuff going on, there was no proof beyond shadows of doubt that life as we know it in the here and now continues to exist.#
And yet I believe in the human soul. I have to, because I know the me I experience is other, if not more, than my body alone. I believe the other I am, and we all are, is timeless and incorporeal, not reducible to our bodies; nor does it require, as our bodies do, the ego to survive. There is a timeless reality that neither bodies nor egos can understand. It is what Camoldoli monkscall the mystery. #
To probe that mystery, it does not help to ask where we come from or where we go, because those questions presume space and place and time. Don't ask the same of the universe. Is there any answer that makes full sense of what came before the Big Bang, a mere 13.5 billion years ago? Does it make any more sense to ask what will happen after the universe dies trillions of years from now, after the second law of thermodynamics plays out and entropy wins, as each of our own bodies models in the world right now?#
What was before Whitman's "huge first Nothing, the vapor from the nostrils of death"? Whitman says he saw it. He was there before it, knew well his own egotism, and in a soliloquy deeper than Hamlet's (read it here) said "All forces have been steadily employed to complete and delight me. Now I stand on this spot with my soul."#
After Whitman died, scientists wanted to study his brain. But somebody fucked that up by dropping it, so it splattered like a melon on the floor. But that brain was not Whitman any more than the craps he took throughout his life. None of us are any parts of our bodies after our lives end. We may bury the bodies of the dead, or preserve them, or burn them and keep or scatter the ashes. All of those acts are ways to remember and respect lost lives. But none of what we call remains belong to a soul that cannot own a damned thing. Pure absence is the damnation.#
I believe all our souls are formed from of vapor from death's nostrils. Death blows us into a body. We then take a ride in that body, running, walking, stumbling, flying through space and time, on the sphere in space we call a world. Then death inhales us at the end of the ride, and we are re-formed into existence free of time, space and place.#
And if I'm wrong about any or all of those assumptions, and the faith in which I make them, I am content to have contributed to life more than I arrived with when death snorted me here.#
Just got an email from Nielsen that starts this way: "SiriusXM is conducting a survey about your listening habits. The survey will only take 10 minutes or so to complete." Since I pay SiriusXM for their service and I've been doing that since they were just Sirius, I decided to go ahead and fill the survey out. The first question was for my age. When I put in 74, it said "Survey Completed - Thank you for taking our survey."#
Roughly speaking, Heisenberg's uncertainty principle says that you can't know exactly both the position and momentum of something. Put a bit differently, if you know exactly where something is, you can't see where it's going, while if you know where something is going, you can't see exactly where it is. Seems to me this applies in some way to conversation online.#
Or at least I want it to, because where it's going matters more to me than where it is.#
And man, is there an awful lot of where-it-is out there. And, because its where-it-is-ness is so strong, it almost doesn't matter where it's going.#
There's a better way to put this, and I haven't found it yet. But I just want to get it down while it's in my head. Kind of like putting down a where-it-is so I remember later where-it's-going.#
I spend way too much time sitting at this keyboard, and I'm a failure at the standing desk thing, so I need a proper office chair. Starting in 1978, my fave was the Herman Miller Ergon, introduced in 1976. It was a cushion design: one for your back and one for your ass. I've had a series of these, over many years. While they all last well, the cushions do break down, so eventually I'm sitting on something hard underneath.#
I've tried out a lot of other office chairs, and usually settle for something cheap that will do for awhile. Such as the $15 one I'm sitting on now, which I got from a thrift store, and the $25 one in the next room, which I got from the IU Surplus store here at Indiana University in Bloomington. That's an Ergon knock-off that became uncomfortable in just a day or two. #
In scripting.com/2021/10/13/140500.html?title=whyWeUseTwitterIdentity, @DaveWiner explains how little logging into #Drummer with Twitter reveals about one's self or life. I think that's because #OAuth (the standard used) is just "access delegation." IOW, easy login.#
Seems to me, at the practical level, it's about all 7 of @Kim_Cameron's Laws of Identity: user control & consent, justifiable parties, minimum disclosure for a constrained use, etc. But is a credential minimally disclosed to a justifiable party *identity*?#
Identity, seems to me, is about *who you are*. Login is about *something you do*. If the other party only wants to know if you have a ticket to get in, that's not identity. It's a verifiable credential. It's just about the minimum stuff another party else needs to know.#
Minimized *need to know* (#MNTK) is an essential feature of #SSI: self-sovereign identity. There is uncomplicated efficiency to it. It's why the coffee shop's MNTK is that the name you give them with the order is the one they call out when the drink is ready. #
So I think a lot of what we call "identity" is a subset that's nothing more than #MNTK, requiring only a single verifiable credential (which the identity folk confusingly but understandably call a "VC"). I'll call an #IIW (where OAuth was partly baked) session on that today.#
Here in Bloomington, Indiana: some stuff absent in stores can still be obtained online and quickly. Example: printers. Lotsa demo units at Best Buy, Staples & Office Depot, but almost no inventory. Ordered one from Who Knows through Amazon, and it arrived quickly.#
True, a sample of one; but suggestive of something not often mentioned—that one giant intermediary that's exceptionally good at logistics can sometimes function better than the ordinary market occupied by everybody else.#
I'm no fan of centralization or giantism in markets; but there are cases where its advantages are hard to ignore.#
Just added a lot of captions and mouse-over callouts to a large album of aerial photos I shot en route from Newark to Los Angeles on a clear morning in 2019.#
On the one hand, Stop Trackers Dead: The Best Private Browsers for 2021, subtitled "The web is infested with marketers mining your data and targeting you for sales. Foil the snoops with the tracking protection and privacy-conscious search features offered by these secure browsers," is a good piece by Michael Muchmore in PC Mag. On the other hand, the magazine's site itself is a well-stocked delivery system for injecting your browser with exactly the kinds of trackers Michael would like you avoid. Take a look with the excellent PageXray from FouAnalytics.#
Prediction: Rachel Maddow won't leave MSNBC just because she's burned out. She'll leave because they can't begin to offer her the kind of money that Spotify and SiriusXM are laying out just for A-list podcasters. (For example, $100 million to Joe Rogan and $200 million to Bill Simmons and The Ringer.)#
Last update: Wednesday April 20, 2022; 3:21 PM EDT.