Reputable-journalist-turned-attention-hog Bud Buck has been thinking about recent criticism of Internet search personalization, and it has activated his dander.
Of all the empty complaints that are being thrown around these days, the one that really annoys me is the one about Internet search personalization. People say that when Amazon, Netflix, Google and all those other web companies collect information about what you’re looking at and use it to edit the results you get, it creates an “echo chamber” where you’re only exposed to things you’ve already said you’re interested in. As a result, they say, you don’t get to hear about the other stuff that you really don’t give a fig about.
This is a problem? I say thank God!
Every day I have to fight off truckloads of information that bores me. It’s in my e-mail. It’s on TV. They yammer on about it endlessly over the radio and plaster it across the front page of the newspaper. If the technology exists that will insulate me from all the news I don’t want to look at and all the music I don’t want to hear, I’m for it.
Yes, I would like to have a constant diet of me-centric information. My hobbies, my favorite foods, my issues. Back when I was a media elite, I could foist my preferences on everybody else in the name of “good” programming. Now I’m just trying to hang on to them for the sake of my own satisfaction and entertainment.
Eli Pariser is stirring things up with his new book decrying “The Filter Bubble”, claiming that because of Internet Personalization, we don’t know what we’re missing. If it’s so effective, how come I’m not missing out on Eli Pariser? He’s everywhere!
Put more power on the baloney shields, Google! I just stumbled across his TED talk again!
I don’t blame you if you didn’t watch it. I try not to, but it’s always there! I love the part where he realizes Facebook has been “editing out” dispatches from his conservative “friends” because he hasn’t been clicking on their links. Pariser thinks this is an example of the corporation getting in the way of his open mind and making his world smaller. Oh yeah? Wait ’til his conservative “friends” find out he’s only been pretending to be interested in them! Click on their links if you’re so fascinated by their ideas!
Honestly, the if the Internet were a body of water it would be totally overrun with Asian Carp by now. There’s too much stuff thrashing around. We need less of everything, and if Google and Facebook can turn this big, sprawling world into something more like the corner table at my favorite cafe where me and my buddies can spend the morning talking about how right I am about absolutely everything, sign me up!
This is Bud Buck!
One proven strategy for getting attention is to attack people who are getting more attention than you are. But in this case, I think Bud is over reaching. I wrote to him and told him he should start by ranting about someone closer to home and work his way up from there, but he didn’t answer. I might be beneath his notice, or totally off his radar.
How open are you to new experiences and fresh ideas?
Having an extended weekend can open up a bit of time for busy people, especially if you don’t have to drag yourself up to a cabin or host some special event. Saturday’s post asked what arts and crafts project Babooners could do over and over.
Clearly, sitting around posting comments on blogs is only one leisure time activity that occupies our little community. I offered to post photos of any projects people found time to work on during this long weekend, and several crafty souls stepped forward, first in the Saturday comments, and then by e-mail to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Lo and behold – Babooners at work (and play)!
You guys are all so talented and crafty. After reading the posts, I got motivated to try making a pop can tab bracelet, but I forgot how to do the weave. So I made a pan of homemade granola bars instead. I’ll find my instructions and give it another try though; maybe get a picture to send in of my recycled jewelry.
The one is made with just a black shoelace and the other uses a gold elastic cord used for wrapping packages. If you like that punk or goth look, they’re kind of cool looking. Using a nice velvet or satin ribbon, they could actually look somewhat nice I think. I’ve seen them on Etsy for $10 using colored tabs from energy drinks woven with a clear elastic cord.
An artsy project I can do forever, loving it all the time, is editing digital photos. It is restful and lovely and utterly satisfying to “fine tune” the look of a photo. Is the sky in that landscape too bright? Now it is not. Would that woman look a little more stunning if she had whiter teeth? Fixed that! Does that Labrador retriever need a little work on his face to make his eyes and mouth more expressive? Done! And that little girl on the carousel, is she really as bored as she looks? Well, I can go in and give her mouth the tiniest tweak to cause her to smile. And now everyone is happy.
UPDATE: Steve sent the original photo this morning and describes it in the comments, below. I’ll repeat (or is it PREpeat?) his description here for your edification:
I cropped, turned the light WAY up, intensified color, erased fences and powerlines and barnyard crap, smoothed out the texture and increased the sharpness. In other words, the original photo was pretty awful! Silk purse from a sow’s ear.
Barbara in Robbinsdale
My claim to fame is… (drum roll) … making placemats out of used greeting cards. This started last year when I saw a set of Christmas card placemats at my mom’s senior residence. Cut into 4″ circles, 12 of these are arranged around a large center card and some border, which becomes a contact paper sandwich – clear over the cards, backed with something pretty so it’s reversible. I branched out from Christmas cards, and now do “theme” placemats, like seasons, flowers, etc. It’s so tacky, and appeals to the recycler in me – I always hate to toss those beautiful cards. Save your prettiest ones for me, Babooners.
This is easy… stamping, cards, scrapbooking. Give me rubber stamps, ink and cardstock and I’m set. (Of course, I’m more set if you add ribbon, die cuts, sparklies and paper punches.) In fact, last Sunday, when it rained all day, I made 38 cards! I bought my first stamps to placate my sister, who was having one of those home parties. They sat in a drawer for over a year until a friend also had a party. I went just to see what I could actually do w/ said stamps and got hooked that night. Except for reading, it’s my favorite sport – I find it incredibly relaxing to sit in my studio and stamp and cut and paste!
Linda in West St. Paul
My tendency is to be too scattered and unfocused to finish anything complicated, but I do like working on small craft projects. Sometimes jewelry-making, painting things, stenciling, woodworking on a small scale. I have done some quilting and embroidery, but not so much lately. I’d like to get back into that. I’d also like to try making mosaics. Maybe the photo challenge is what I need to get something done this weekend.
(Linda says about the above project: “A simple window bird feeder, made from stuff I had around the house. Scrap wood, leftover pieces of square dowel, an L-shaped piece of plexi that came from who knows where, four screws and two screw eyes. The sole purchase I had to make was the suction cup.”)
Jim in Clark’s Grove
Here is a picture my wife took of one of the gardens I have been working on this weekend. Actually, gardening is my main hobby which I guess is sort an arts and craft project. This flower bed is an example of the kind of somewhat out of control gardening that I do and that I would like to have more under control. The white flowers are Sweet Cicely which is way out of control and many of them will need to be thinned out. The ferns are also in need of thinning out and the purple flower is Jacobs Ladder which I hope has enough space due to some thinning I did this spring.
Oh, and thanks to you lot, I am freshly inspired to break out my fine new (pink) ukulele on a more regular basis when I get home. I have taught myself a few things – I like how quickly I can learn a new chord or two and get a tune working. I do find, though, that sometimes Rise Up Singing has a chord progression that don’t quite match up with the tune in my head.
Anna didn’t send a picture of herself with that pink ukulele, so I’ll offer this inspirational substitute. If nothing else, it gives new meaning to the term “playing covers”.
UPDATE: Some accomplishments from Jacque, sent Monday morning.
Last night I finished my garden day by baking 2 strawberry-rhubarb pies ( our garden rhubarb ) which I will photograph for the Dale’s Show and Tell tomorrow. The pies are for a going away party tonight. Yesterday was a luscious gardening day, starting with enough time to go to Farmer’s Market. We then returned home to plant some purchases or cook and eat other items. We did both! Then it rained just enough so I did not need to water the new plantings much.
The 4 year old boy next door came over to “help” me plant while he talked and asked questions. A lot of questions. You forget about that over time. He was so cute and enthusiastic. Then right in front of my husband Stevie said, “Jacque, you are amazing.”
I said, “Thanks, Stevie. Lou, (husband) did you hear that? I’m amazing if you ever doubt it.”
UPDATE: Krista sent along these crafty examples:
I also get carried away with crafts like embroidery and/or bead embroidery. I took a North House Folk School class from Jo Wood and learned about how she paints with beads. I’ve done a couple of pieces that way and am ready to move on to something a little bigger. The embroidery is on a surplus French army backpack. I did the same design on a surplus French army coat too. The bracelet and earrings are my own design.
And I, dear readers, have been working on transferring some family videos from VCR to DVD – an arts and crafts project that is more craft than art, with mixed technical results and a few moments of revelation. Who knew we all used to be so jumpy and grainy – looking? Of course that might be the fault of the rudimentary camera we used when the shots were first taken, the old VCR I’m using for playback, the analog-to-digital converter, or one of the connectors I’m using along the way. Once HD video becomes the norm, a new generation will marvel at the visual textures of the old days.
There has been some tooth gnashing over President Obama’s authorization of the signing of the Patriot Act extension with an autopen. This machine long ago took the place of the chief executive’s hand in dealing with routine correspondence, but apparently this is the first time a mechanical device has been used to turn a bill into a law.
A legal opinion written by lawyers with the Bush (2) administration was used to justify the move.
Even so, Obama will be criticized, but that’s not the greatest risk. The greatest risk, as anyone who has worked in a factory knows, is allowing a machine to get a metal and plastic toe in the door when it comes to doing an essential part of your job. History tells us where that leads – sometime in the future our President (whoever it may be) and the autopen are bound to have their John Henry Moment.
When John Henry got into the White House
Famous ‘cause he worked so hard,
He arrived with much renown, he had people all ‘round.
He was popular and held in high regard, Lord Lord.
Popular and held in high regard.
When John Henry reached the Oval Office
Surrounded by women and men
He said, “Now I’m feelin’ fine, I got papers here to sign”
They said, “All of that is done by auto pen” Lord Lord,
“We don’t need you with the auto pen.”
John Henry said to his people
“While it’s true my arms are sore,
I won’t let them wires and wheels fix my presidential seals,
Bring us bills and I will sign them all and more, Lord Lord.
Bills to sign and more and more and more.
So John Henry signed with his left hand
Autopen signed with the right
Though it didn’t have no arm or no presidential charm,
It signed every bill that he did through the night, Lord Lord
Both of them signed bills all through the night.
When they found them there in the morning,
It was dark and cold and damp.
Just a gizmo and a bloke, blood and oil and sweat and smoke.
One was broken and one died of writer’s cramp, Lord Lord.
What a way to go, from writer’s cramp.
The moral to this story
Is to do all you can do.
But there ain’t a man alive who can challenge and survive
when machines arrive to take the place of you, Lord Lord.
When machines arrive to sign then you are through!
The John Henry song sure comes in handy at a time like this. I love to re-write it – some of you may recall I’ve done it before. But why not take advantage of every opportunity while I can? Because it’s a repetitive activity, I’m sure someday there will be an app to do it for me.
What arts and crafts project could you do over and over and over without tiring of it?
I’m sorry to report that I have lost that happy feeling about this being the Friday before a three-day weekend. I blame Bathtub Safety Officer Rafferty, who stuffed the following flyer in my mailbox:
I strongly advise you to obey the following Safety Alert for the Memorial Day Weekend! We should all be in a heightened state of awareness.
I know the Department of Homeland Security has done away with its system of color coded warnings, but I’m not thinking of the terrorist threat here. I’m thinking of our personal self-threat level, which is always high, and on a three-day weekend it should be listed at Double Cherry Red.
We are our own worst enemies.
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT let your guard down just because you happen to be “on vacation”. As a CDR (Certified Day Ruiner) and PSS (Professional Safety Scold), I know that whenever people “relax”, “kick back”, “cut loose” or “let their hair down”, they are setting themselves up for a wide variety of self inflicted calamities.
We, who are in the business of worrying about the worst that could happen, consider three-day weekends to be the black holes of the yearly calendar. Our work increases in direct proportion to the speed in which your work melts away. And the three-day weekend that opens the summer season is the very worst of them all because it offers the widest differential between the fun people think they are going to have and the fun they are actually having. All winter long, minds race with dreams of outdoor recreation. When the season finally arrives, the urgent drive for summer fun takes over and outruns common sense.
For instance, just because you can picture yourself waterskiing from a barefoot standing start off the end of a dock because your brother in law has an extremely powerful new boat that’s he’s itching to try, that doesn’t mean you should run out and do it.
I can express it as an equation. Imagination + Anticipation + Water times “Look At Me!” = Emergency Room.
I heard a theoretical physicist say on TV the other night that time is just an illusion. That’s the way I feel about vacations. People who think they are on one are embracing an artificial reality that could lead them to step off a cliff, unawares.
Please, try to have a little less fun than you think you deserve this weekend.
Yours in Stability and Safety,
Bathtub Safety Officer Rafferty
Please forgive me, Baboons, but I’d like to go back to outer space for a moment.
NASA has announced that its future human space travel projects will be based on an astronaut container alluringly called the Multi-Purpose Crew Vehicle.
Regardless of how you feel (if you care at all) about NASA’S planned direction away from near earth orbit (NEO) projects and towards deep space exploration, you have to be concerned about this clear victory of the Acronym Based Entitling Lobby (ABEL) over the Name It After Something Real Caucus (NIASRC).
I know they’re engineers and bureaucrats, but please! Every human being is capable of a little poetry. Something attracted these decision makers to the difficult work of planning our off-planet future, but they are keeping their inspiration under wraps with this forgettable name. For anyone dreaming big dreams about traveling into space, it’s hard to get excited about climbing into an MPCV.
And remember, somewhere in the far distant future, historians will look back to this vehicle as the real beginning of the space program because it is the ship that will routinely take us away from our planet. Pilots of much more sophisticated craft will look back and recognize this as the charming low-tech starter model. Calling it “Space Pod 1” would be an improvement. Even “Commodore II” would work for me. In this photo, it looks like a large, fetching black bump that you might see on a movie idol’s cheek. How about “Star Mole”, “Beauty Mark”, or just plain “Marilyn”?
If this thing is going to carry us into our deep space future, can we help launch it with a proper name?
Today is the birthday of a great American entertainer, Bill “Bojangles” Robinson, in 1878. Both parents died when he was an infant and Robinson was raised by his grandmother. He started dancing as an 8 year old and made his name in vaudeville, and later, movies.
He was a man of many talents, with an inventive mind and lightning fast feet. It is said he could run backwards faster than many could run forwards, once covering 75 yards in 8.2 seconds. That alone would make him a You Tube star today.
He also was known for his ingenuity in developing a dance routine to be done on a flight of stairs – something Bojangles said he came up with on the spur of the moment as a creative way to go up some steps to receive an honor from the King of England. However he developed the act, it served him well. Here he is doing it in 1932.
And here’s Bill Robinson working the stair routine in a film with Shirley Temple three years later.
Although many think it was written about him, Bill “Bojangles” Robinson is not the inspiration for the Jerry Jeff Walker song “Mr. Bojangles”. In this fine recording, David Bromberg takes a moment in the middle to tell the story.
Even though it’s about an entirely different person, I couldn’t resist – the song is so good. I suppose it speaks to the popularity of the real Bojangles that a broken down bar dancer in New Orleans would adopt the name.
Bill Robinson is remembered for his cool, his skill, his generosity, and his “stair dance.” Not a bad legacy to leave.
If historians lift up one part of your “act” to define you, what will it be?
When you and a friend go on a trip to an exotic faraway place, you will probably come home with a few photos of you standing by some historical monument or in front of a landmark or in the doorway to a famous place you are about to enter. That’s just human nature. So it’s no surprise to see NASA release this touristy photo from the current shuttle mission with Andrew Feustel climbing back into the International Space Station after spending 8 hours doing handyman work alongside the photographer, well traveled astronaut Mike Fincke. (Not to be confused with legendary Ohio River keelboat character Mike Fink, though both come from Pennsylvania).
In popular culture, I think it was Star Wars that first gave us a glimpse of space as a place where people would spend an inordinate amount of time fixing dirty, broken machines. Feustel and Fincke put in extra hours outside on Sunday doing just that – trying to grease a mechanism that’s supposed to turn without grinding, but doesn’t, unless it gets a lube job every now and again. Weekend mechanics were no doubt happy to hear that the space jockeys had to slow down to deal with bolts that were mysteriously popping off the covers that had to be removed to get the work done. At least one bolt was lost in the vastness of the universe. Up to this point my idea of a miserable mechanical search job was the time I spent trying to track down a loose fastener that fell in the grease pit while my father was working on his old Corvair! Finding a single bolt in a rapidly expanding cosmos? Infinitely more difficult. “Did you look EVERYWHERE?”
So this is what space travel will become, with several companies hard at work on the next step – creating routine off-planet tourist trips. Above the atmosphere, even mundane tasks become exciting and heroic. Perhaps someone will pay a few (million) bucks for the chance to do the next greasing on that fussy solar array.
And while you’re out there, don’t forget to tend the animals.
Goats in space!
I happen to have a long list of outside chores waiting to be done. I have every intention of getting to this work, but other things get in the way. If it ever comes to the point where humans are living away from Earth, your space ship will likely be your home. And there is no reason to expect that any of us will change our handyman habits.
You’ll be able to tell my vessel by the piece of cosmetic siding that’s falling off, the junk I’ve allowed to collect around the air handling equipment, and that loose railing on the external observation deck.
What will the neighbors say about the upkeep on your spaceship?