I love House MD.
(Source: inanoffwhiteroom)
I love House MD.
(Source: inanoffwhiteroom)
This is pretty powerful stuff.
United States
Angola
Somalia
China
Colombia
Burkina
(Source: spinnellii)
This song is too fitting to my life at the moment. <3 Reptilia by The Strokes, Cover by the Punch Brothers
He seemed impressed by the way you came in.
“Tell us a story
I know you’re not boring”
I was afraid that you would not insist.
“You sound so sleepy
just take this, now leave me”
I said please don’t slow me down
If I’m going too fast
You’re in a strange part of our town…
Yeah, the night’s not over
You’re not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I’m now taking over,
You’re no longer laughing
I’m not drowning fast enough.
Now every time that I look at myself
“I thought I told you
this world is not for you”
The room is on fire as she’s fixing her hair
“you sound so angry
just calm down, you found me”
I said please don’t slow me down
If I’m going too fast
You’re in a strange part of our town…
Yeah, the night’s not over
You’re not trying hard enough,
Our lives are changing lanes
You ran me off the road,
The wait is over
I’m now taking over,
You’re no longer laughing
I’m not drowning fast enough.
I play the keyboard.
I compose concertos and songs on blank pages.
Fingers gliding, words I am finding,
The sounds of each letter forming notes,
Guiding my hopes, success for wonting ego to gloat.
No this isn’t right, Terrence,
You have got to give me a little clearance,
For my fingers only move so fast,
And I cant remember the last
Time you gave me a chance to cast;
My own chaotic rhythm
Without humming a nonsense hymn
To get me from…
I play the keyboard.
Wouldn’t you like to hear?
The fleeting dance of souls slantng
N-G.
Wait.
Backspace. Backspace
I-N-G.
Slanting as I run out of blank pages.
It isn’t easy to fit this all in stages
Of a life in music.
I feel the rise in disguise,
Telling me its right here, that I should pace
My fingers around this space.
I play the keyboard.
Sometimes I am repetitious for effect,
A chorus for retrospect.
It never fails, to no avail,
That my fingers should wail
The same notes of competency.
Of course there is no complacency,
Terrence, please,
I can’t stand your correcting plea,
Just let me be,
Fingers gliding, words I am finding
Tiptoed climbing.
Ideas binding.
I play the keyboard.
I am always a little taken aback when I hear that people are upset about privacy issues on the Web. The issues seems to surface in a national issues every month or so, whether it be that Facebook changed their privacy settings again or the threat of a ‘Do Not Track” law on the tech industry. For the sake of this discussion, let’s first define “personal information.”
“Personal Information”
Ok so now that “personal information” is defined, lets discover how when placed in a certain context “personal” and “information” become oxymorons.
Context: the Web/Internet.
Purpose of the Web/Internet: to share and communicate information seamlessly from remotely located areas.
Source of information: People.
Does anyone else starting to see how silly it is to believe in “personal information” on the Web?
There is this social networking site called Facebook. Facebook is a service that allows people to easily share information with other people on a platform that was mean to catalog and communicated information. Where does Facebook get its data? The people that create personal profiles about themselves in order to share it. Wondering how Facebook has so much personal information is like wondering where babies come from. You gave Facebook that information/you had sex and got pregnant.
It is absolutely ridiculous to assume that when you post status complaining that your boss made you do extra work and is a huge jerk it isn’t published. EVERYTHING that you post, write, share or produce that contains personal information on the Web is PUBLISHED. Much like an author may compose a memoir, each Facebook status, tweet, and blogpost is now a part of a memoir, catalogued and documented. Shame on you for thinking different.
So what does your internet identity say about you? Can you think back to a Facebook status you posted 5 years ago that you wouldn’t want a future employer to read? Yeah, you wouldn’t like them to read it, huh? Well too bad, you should’ve thought about it when you posted information about yourself on the Internet (that had the sole purpose of sharing information with other people.)
Instead of blaming companies for using information that you gave to them, people need to become personally accountable for their actions and what they say, especially if they are so willing to publish it all over the web.
Getting angry that your click-through actions are being recorded on a website is like getting angry that a store is video taping customers. The only difference is that the video tape is to make sure you aren’t stealing anything, while recording your movements on a website (#1) is anonymous and not attached to “personal” data and (#2) it can contribute to better websites and customer experience on the web.
It’s all so silly. You know what information is personal? Information that you chose to keep to yourself.
There is only one type of information that is personal, and that is information involved in carrying out a purchase online.
(Inspiration: http://www.usatoday.com/tech/news/2011-07-26-mozilla-chrome-internet-explorer-privacy_n.htm)