"We all Aiyayayayayaya for ice cream."
Fascinating. A layman’s breakdown of some newer techniques being used to uniquely track anyone who touches the internet.
Some highlights: graphic elements of html5 enable a server-side readable fingerprint, even when displayed identically, pixel for pixel, across machines.
Evercookies are more pernicious and also install across browsers.
The backend of the web is so closely woven that, even with “3rd-party cookies disabled”, analysis reconstructs 40-50% of your browsing page for page. User-defined ‘Do-not-track’ options are being circumvented consistently and deliberately, irrespective of laws, privacy policies, or agreements.
The paper barely touches on ethical or political dimensions, except to say that we’re losing a big-monied arms race.
The act of music is absurd. So is the act of recording, and so is the act of releasing this 3 song ep. Now, to the public. Now to you.
A bit of celebration, here. The release of the EP we recorded with Andrew Schneider, and we are playing a show tonight (7-16-2014) at Grand Victory in Williamsburg. Feels like waking from stasis. Let’s party.
And so post them here, removed from context:
"[A dream in the life of a baby] one big boob: milk streaming eternal. And when you are turned around: another, milk pouring forth forever and ever Amen."
Because: what happens to a dream deferred?
I was at Strangeways coffee shop yesterday and noticed that a cheapo turntable through a low-end stereo and a set of crummy bookshelf speakers from the 1970’s sounded great. Smooth, articulate high-frequencies, and warm, nicely defined body-massaging low-frequencies. Everything was lush and nothing was ‘maxed-out’.
Fidelity and feel is a tired conversation in audio and photo, but yesterday I viewed Facebook on a laptop, and someone looking over my shoulder said ‘I forgot what that looked like.’
This morning I logged in to see an info-graphic of ‘the major brands’, meaning specifically the major industrialized food-product brands, and I realized that 100% of these products were superfluous, lower-quality alternatives to actual fresh food.
I think we are hitting an age where convenience in the form of access has usurped quality in every arena, and conversations about privacy and internet pipe aside, I think we are already seeing that the richness of the computer and internet experience is somewhat a thing of the past. The logical extension of smart devices is the eventual removal of voluntary user input, and then what’s the point if it tells you the present local weather at a glance. Ever heard of a barometer?
My eyes and my mind feel squeezed. The only thing the internet has streamlined in the last 5 years is shopping, and I’m shopped out. For everything else, the type input is too laborious, the search results too algorithmically obscured, and the access narrowing.
Should beautiful things be only for the privileged to experience and me to glimpse through a 4” diagonal window?
It turns out bottled water takes 2000x the energy resources that just drinking the equivalent tap water would. It turns out the price is 1000x greater to you, the drinker, than just drinking tap water. It turns out half the bottled water purchased in the US is straight up tap water but bottled and labeled. I’m assuming most of the other half is questionably shipped long distances after bottling ‘at the source’, or questionably bottled by multinationals (Poland spring, for example, owned by Nestle) who manipulate water scarcity, destroy watersheds, and upstream the water rights of local citizens by getting heavily involved in local elections.
Also, it turns out the plastics that are made sans BPA actually carry 9x more false estrogens than the plastics they were replacing.
I just picked up a steel bottle that keeps a good seal. It’ll pay for itself in a week. I remember a time before bottled water sales. I’m going back to that.
Every apartment I’ve lived in has had brown, frozen bananas in the freezer all the time. I don’t even see them. I haven’t made banana bread in 10 years. The current freezer bananas have been there so long they’re totally desiccated banana-raisins.
Shoulder-rides a close second.