Web Excursions 2021-04-17
đ [Post of The Day] I Called Off My Wedding. The Internet Will Never Forget
Did I want to see the photo again? Not really. Nor do I want to see the wedding ads on Instagram, or a near-daily collage of wedding paraphernalia on Pinterest, or the âHappy Anniversary!â emails from WeddingWire, which for a long time arrived every month on the day we were to be married. (Never mind that anniversaries are supposed to be annual.) Yet nearly two years later, these things still clutter my feeds. The photo widget on my iPad cycles through pictures of wedding dresses.
Now that our memories are digital, though, they are incessant, haphazard, intrusive.
When Foursquare held its first hackathon in February 2011, Wegener and Wong cobbled together software that would notify Foursquare users of their check-ins from one year earlier.
focused on developing the concept further, into an app that would come to be called Timehop.
Over the next several years, other popular apps started to include their own features that automatically reminded people of their digital histories.
Facebook being, of course, the most obvious and influential: In 2015 it launched On This Day, after noticing that people were often looking back at old photos and posts.
In 2016, Apple added a Memories tab to its Photos app with the release of iOS 10.
Three years later, Google added a feature that showed old photos at the top of the page. Itâs calledâwait for itâMemories.
The human brain is constantly editing memories to incorporate new information and, in some cases, to cope with trauma.
I had opted to use WeddingWire instead of the Knot after reading reviews of the most popular websites for managing wedding vendors.
I hadnât realized that WeddingWire and the Knot had merged under the same private equity firm, along with the Bash and the Bump. Now I wanted it all to vanish.
A customer service rep for WeddingWire told me that accounts can be deactivated but never permanently deleted.
This is âin case the user ever wants to come back to WeddingWire for whatever reason.â (Iâll be eloping next time, thanks very much.)
That day, leaving Pinterest and walking back to my office, I realized it was foolish of me to think the internet would ever pause just because I had.
The internet is clever, but itâs not always smart. Itâs personalized, but not personal. It lures you in with a timeline, then fucks with your concept of time.
It doesnât know or care whether you actually had a miscarriage, got married, moved out, or bought the sneakers. It takes those sneakers and runs with whatever signals youâve given it, and good luck catching up.
I want a chisel, not a sledgehammer, with which to delete what I no longer need.
I donât want to have to empty my photo albums just because tech companies decided to make them âsmartâ and create an infinite loop of grief.
That feels like a fast path to emotional bankruptcy, a way to ârip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should,â as the writer AndrĂ© Aciman put it.
âTo feel nothing so as not to feel anythingâwhat a waste.â There it is: What a waste. Not wasted time, even if that is also true; that would be too cynical. A waste of potential joy.
The path wonât be linear. It never was. But we as humans are remarkably good at hatching new worlds from the tiniest pixels. We have to be.
Letâs remember netbooks - The Verge
The $399 Eee PC 701 originally ran a custom Linux operating system that reviewers loved.
Microsoft did some Microsoft maneuvering, and by January 2008 the Eee PC was running Windows XP instead.
Asus had put out at least 20 different models of Eee PC in 2008 alone.
The netbook explosion was all the more odd because every netbook had the same basic specs,
as Microsoft charged more for a standard non-Starter Windows license if a computer had anything more than
a 1.6GHz Intel Atom processor,
1GB of RAM, and a
160GB hard drive.
So it was all colors and screen sizes, really.
All to run a deeply-annoying version of Windows, on a computer that no one was even remotely claiming could replace a primary PC.
By the end of it all, as the chips inevitably got more powerful, enough laptop vendors were telling Joanna that their new netbook-like computers werenât netbooks that she started calling them ânotbooks.â
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