Dear (deity of choice),
I completely suck at writing! I’m even embarrassed to be making this response. But truth will out, and I must prostrate myself in humility. (and crib unashamedly from the AI)
Title: Ed Kowalski is a useful idiot.
Starting this blog in 2013, due to getting laid off, I probably made some valid points. I may have made some long-ish posts. I have resisted spouting monkey spanking gibberish, apparently to no avail. Also, due to my ever-shrinking attention span, any paragraphs are shorter than what an AI generates.
The Anti-Everything Alzheimer’s
My base is reactive. Requires external force to make something happen. If I have an original thought, I probably stole it. That said, I am almost identical to the media. They’re provided opinions, talking points, themes to promote. I sit on my ass and respond in kind. Not always diametrically opposed, but it can be assumed. That’s all you get for X number of years wasting air.
Unfortunately, this mechanism (aided by suggestive spell-check) ((get your mind out of the gutter)) produces that while I rail at; 30ish seconds of drivel. I could pretend at writing skills; write a piece / set it aside / revisit / revise. But that detracts from the thirty seconds of immediacy. Meanwhile, forty other topics are surging ahead. Truly, I believe we are the subjects of the mice’s experiment in The Hitchhiker’s Guide.
The Monopoly Investigation Problem
Follow the money. Win all of it. Parse it out to the plebes. That’s what the ‘information age’ has gotten us. At the beginning of, it was great dreams made tangible and accessible. I was there, I helped make it happen (a minutely small part, but still). Forty years later, some things are better, some worse. You’ve got more computing power in your phone than the entire U.S. space program in 1967-1974. (an aside: somewhere, there’s an old Apollo engineer watching Musk’s booster rocket landing vertically. Followed by the engineer passing away. Cause of death: a massive boner drawing away all of the blood in the body.)
I digress. Information, as defined classically, is fact based. Whiskey-Five-Hotel, as a former boss told me. Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How. This definition still holds, but has become diffused – by money. An asset, a fungible property can be bought, sold, or traded. Information can be treated the same way, but with a shorter life-span. If it isn’t in W5H, then it’s opinion or (my) drivel.
Big money buys up all the information, yet cries ‘not a monopoly’ when called on it. All sorts of data are out there. There’s six drafts of this posting, which will vaporize once I publish. I don’t consider my blog a tangible resource. It’s just Rants Unto The Ether.
Rants Unto the Ether 