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<\/center><\/p>\nLook, Michael, whoever you are … mine is not the inbox you want for this. If you knew what I teach, and how I do it, or if you understood my approach to all of this … which, after technological constructivism, brings me to an internet trope. If my phone was listening to me, it wouldn’t allow things like sales pitches like this, or gambling apps, or prediction market scams, to come my way. It’s wasted effort, wasted air, wasted ads. Wasted time. <\/p>\n
I’m never so aware of time as when I feel it is being wasted. <\/p>\n
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<\/center><\/p>\nIt’s not impatience, you understand. Sometimes the small lulls are necessary, or meditative, or peaceful. Some of them are too short to be of real consequence. Waiting on an elevator, for instance, is not a chore, unless you’re separated from an important meeting with a restroom by the doors that won’t open. Maybe that’s why people don’t advertise on them a lot. Maybe marketers don’t want us to associate their product with “Hurry and open up.”<\/p>\n
This is the elevator in the building where my Tuesday-Thursday class is. It isn’t an advertisement, per se, but is a university affirmation, a new marketing slogan. Perhaps it is our call to action. <\/p>\n
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<\/center><\/p>\nIn class today we discussed a reading about Mark Zuckerberg’s testimony before Congress in 2018. The reading uses a fun little kitchen metaphor — you cutting carrots, and the fingerprints you leave on the knife.<\/p>\n
Imagine, if you will a kitchen knife. If you were asked about the purpose of the knife, you may think “to chop some carrots” or, more indirectly, your intentions may be to eat healthfully, save money, or take time to sit down with your family. In any case, your intentions are likely to cut up food for a meal.<\/p>\n
Now let us suppose a crime has been committed. The police, in searching your home, take fingerprints from your knife, analyze them, and even add their findings to a national fingerprint registry. If you were asked whether those were your<\/em> fingerprints the answer would most likely be yes. While the fingerprints may not have been something you intended<\/em> to create with the knife, you still made them. In other words, you unintentionally created some content. You have also indirectly helped to expand the fingerprint registry, perhaps assisting with the development of new information and improving analytic techniques.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
The metaphor goes on: Facebook, Meta, is the knife maker, but also the knife owner, and, of course, the police. I brought that together with a few real-world stories that drove home the point.<\/p>\n
We also talked about what’s transpired with Meta since that testimony. (Spoiler: a lot, and all of it damning.) I’m beginning to worry this class thinks my goal is to turn them off of digital media altogether. That’s not the goal, of course. Among other things, though, they need to think closely and carefully and critically about these things. <\/p>\n
After class I walked back over to my building. Happily, it was still standing. The fire trucks were gone, and people were moving about as normal. On the way, though, I walked by the statue, Contact. I wrote about it here<\/a>. Then, two week<\/a>, we looked a bit more closely at the couple’s hands. Last week<\/a>, I offered a closer look at some of the textures. Today, we’ll have a quick glimpse at the hugging couple’s faces. <\/p>\n
You can’t get a good look at the man, given his positioning, but it’s all overwhelmed by this out-of-every-time hairstyle. It looks like he is peering into some far away place though, doesn’t it?<\/p>\n
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If you noticed his tangled, thorny bristle of eyelashes, I did too. As you can see from here, they are painted on, and it feels like the most hasty thing on the installation. <\/p>\n
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And the woman, well, I caught this on a great day. It had just rained; the single single tear adds something to the maudlin tone of the installation. Maybe so, anyway. <\/p>\n
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As I look at her face again, she looks like a thousand people you know. How you can do all that and rush through the eyelashes, I do not know. <\/p>\n
Next week, we’ll take one last look at this statue. There are some other details we’ll want to see.<\/p>\n
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I was putting away some papers last night in the office, looking for the right folder for it, when I stumbled upon a little bag of family keepsakes. This was an out of sight, out of mind sort of thing, but as soon as my fingers touched what gave the bag its heft I knew what the bag contained, what each item inside of it was, and at least a part of the story of each of those pieces. <\/p>\n
One of those items was my great-grandfather’s watch. My mother’s grandfather. She gave it to me a few years ago. I’d put it away, waiting to find a place that might be able to get it working. I had, in fact, looked for and found shop like that not too long ago. It’s only about 20 minutes away, but it’ll take a deliberate trip to get there. So as I pulled the watch out of the bag, and the little felt bag within it, I figured I would set the watch somewhere prominent, so it was in sight and on my mind, so I could actually get it looked at.<\/p>\n
Then I did something unusual. I wound it. And it worked. <\/p>\n
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This isn’t a particularly old watch, and he was a humble farmer, so there’s nothing that’s fancy about it. But my great-grandfather, Henry, died in 1982 and this has sat in a box since then. <\/p>\n
It runs a bit slow, but that can be remedied, and so now I really do want to get it looked at, tuned up and find a way to wear it properly. It’s a working family heirloom. Today, I’ve pulled it out of my pocket more times than I needed to know the time. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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