I’ve been spending a lot of day so far continuing to piece together my writing bits for next month.
I also signed up for a ProtonMail account.
Seeing what’s happened over the past two weeks with tech editing make me feel very uncomfortable with what’s going on with “Big Tech” lately.
Twitter suspended the New York Post’s account for posting a story that was potentially-damaging to the Biden campaign.
Looking right now, just after 1300EDT on Saturday the 24th of October, and they’re still suspended.
So start your own Twitter. Start your own Facebook.
I don’t have the resources.
They also don’t have the resources to block everything forever.
The tagline of this site is Everything Gets Deleted Eventully.
Yes, it does. But everything can come back.
Search your own name in one of the search engines. and enter your name in quotation marks.
Bing shows me, as I’m signed-in to Office 365 with my corporate account; had to do my timecard. DDG doesn’t show me on the first page of results. The totes-didn’t-used-to-be-evil engine doesn’t show me on the front page, either.
Five years ago, that wouldn’t have been the case.
I’m listening to the clearly-Canadian Texas Senator, Ted Cruz who’s talking about this on his podcast.
But by putting things somewhere outside the control of the tech oligopoly, and the US government.
It used to be that if you searched for me, you’d find things like interviews about Slashdot’s tenth anniversary in the NYT.
But even with the mass deletions, I do refuse to be permanently-erased.
I’m probably not going to have a legacy through posterity, but somebody, somewhere, might find what I’ve created.
Whether it’s of any value to anyone is unimportant.
So I write. It’s what I do. It’s something I still can do.