The Uncensored Household
My sis sent me the link to a news story covering a free app whereby people can start mini campaigns or vent their anger at companies or products that promote or condone sexism and/or misogyny.
I downloaded the app this evening and I like it but I wish it had more functionality. It is quite straightforward to use, users upload images of things they are annoyed with or campaignin against and others users can
The Guardian reported today that the Russian government has placed a new order for typewriters for its top secret correspondence. Russia’s Federal Guard Service has sighted electronic data security concerns and believes that old fashioned pen and paper etc is the best way to stop spying.
Although ridiculed and being called old fashioned
Finally, Microsoft have got into the tablet game and have produced their own version and will launch sometime in the year. However, the craze that surrounded the launch of the IPad a couple of years ago, hasn’t quite followed Microsoft.
Most of my research has found that whilst it is necessary for Microsoft to produce this gadget, it is quite flawed.
One of the evils of the modern world, humble paper had a war declared on it when home computers became the norm and everyone had an email account. It was blamed for depleting rainforests and goodness knows what else but is this wonderful low technology still the best for preserving data?
The US Senate is currently debating (the British Library already has) how to record and archive information for future generations of humans. Not for the Year 3000 but even for the next decade.
It’s been some time since I walked into a house where everything was covered in plastic, so, visiting a family friend the other day threw me right back to my childhood.
The carpet entering the front door had that central studded plastic runner that would keep the center strip clean and the carpet around the edges darken with age. I remember my parents putting this in our house and it was awful to walk on. We would walk on the edges to avoid the plastic so that we could feel the soft carpet under our feet.
I was sad to hear Kodak closed its doors and filed for bankruptcy. I felt a short nostalgic loss but the company failed to innovate and we fell in love with digital.
It was nice once upon a time going to Boots to collect photographs but inevitably there would be some real crackers that you wished had never been taken and should be burned along with the negative!
A story that may have been buried in all the season’s festivities about the US Senate trying to force Twitter to close/block accounts believed to be registered to terrorist groups such as the Taliban and Al Shabab from Sudan. Reports have also claimed that Israel has threatened Twitter with legal action if they do not close Hezbollah accounts.
So…free speech is only okay with the expressed permission of the USA.
The pocket size cameras seem to be a thing of the past as unprofessional photographers are able to afford and operate the newest versions of SLR cameras. As I take my tiny digital out of my pocket, I am filled with envy of those carrying their fantastic SLR cameras, getting great shots at a pressof a button. None of that lens twisting and knowledge of apertures and lighting. Just point and shoot!
I have noticed that over the last 30 years we have seen hand held technological gadgets go from being quite bulkly and large to minute and now back to large again.
Have we become too accessible and on demand? Are emails, people’s impatience and expectation for immediate responses becoming the bain of your lives? Can you switch off after work or is that blackberry always going off? For many people the evolution of email has been the best and worst thing about modern day life.
Thierry Andretta, chief executive of France’s oldest fashion brand Lanvin, has declared an email free Wednesday…..
Alison Moyet’s Love Letters was ringing in my ear as I listened to my friend tell me about the love letter she received today from her new beau.
I get all excited and tingly when I find love notes in obscure places left by my husband. I can only imaging the gooey lovey thing she was feeling at receiving this letter.
But wait there is more….
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