Freedom Points

“Every time you generate data, in whatever form, you accrue more Freedom Points. Some data is more valuable than other, so points would be ranked accordingly: a trip to Moscow, say, would be worth a million times more points than your trip to the 7-Eleven. Well then, what do Freedom Points allow you to do? They would allow you to exercise your freedom, your rights and your citizenship in fresh modern ways: points could allow you to bring extra assault rifles to dinner at your local Olive Garden restaurant. A certain number of Freedom Points would allow you to erase portions of your criminal record — or you could use Freedom Points to remove hours from your community service. The thing about Freedom Points is that if you think about them for more than 12 seconds, you realise they have the magic ring of inevitability. The idea is basically too dumb to fail. The larger picture is that you have to keep generating more and more and more data in order to embed yourself ever more deeply into the global community. In a bold new equation, more data would convert into more personal freedom.”

Imaginary use of data from a 2015 article by Douglas Coupland

More Land Rovers

I found what must be the largest collection of vintage Land Rovers in mid-Missouri. (The owner prefers to remain anonymous) His shop(s) is filled with Land Rovers waiting to be restored and while he identified the model and year of each truck, I was so mesmerized I didn’t take notes. In addition to Land Rovers he had a 1970-something Rolls Royce Silver Shadow. I hope he invites me back (when it’s warmer) so I can get a bit more info on these beauties. [middleton]

I left a note on your desk

Found this note among my few remaining paper files. Always feels a bit strange to find a piece of typescript even though I used a typewriter for 20 years. I wonder how this bit of history would be preserved today. The note would almost certainly be digital. A text message (IM) or an email. No reason for anyone to print it so if they kept it at all it would be one of thousands (millions?), lost in a cloud. One might argue it will have a longer digital life but something is lost. [Bob Priddy remembers Mary Phelan]

Pickup is home

My first gardening run. Hattie is digging up the yard looking for moles. My job is to fill in with top soil. No long have to use Barb’s Lexus for this chore.

Update: January 5, 2019 – Plumbers cut up the old acrylic shower-tub in one of our bathrooms to make room for a walk-in shower. Contractor hauled off most of the old shower but didn’t have room for some.

So I tossed it in the bed of Minty Fresh (along with some other junk) and hauled it away. Pre-pickup, that would involve paying someone or borrowing a truck. How did I ever get along without a pickup?