Tag Archives: Technology

Surprises

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I’ve been clearing. It’s something that’s been hanging over me for years. With the help of my Mother, who came to stay with me for a couple of weeks, we managed to essentially clear the Big Shed, Small Shed, and most of the loft space.

It is so good to see so much stuff be removed from my house.

There were memories along the way, and a couple of surprises.

Quite literally, at the back of the Big Shed, in an old desk cupboard, I came across two things I thought had been junked decades ago. 

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When you thought things couldn’t get worse

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Google, like hoover, has become a commonplace word to mean “internet search”. In the beginning it was simple, proud to give search results in fractions of a second. The company even had a motto: do no evil. Other search engines have since bowed to the inevitable. Google über alles.

Now? The motto is long gone. Alphabet, the parent corporation, is enormous with tentacles spreading into everything. Search results, initially just full of advertising, are now becoming garbage regurgitated by so-called artificial intelligence.

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I am not a Luddite

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When I was much younger I was always trying to keep up with all the latest fads and trends, particularly in computing and software. It was part of my job, plus I really enjoyed it.

As my career and various jobs evolved my need to keep up with things faded. I now find myself several steps behind the bleeding edge of technology, and I’m okay with that. 

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Rabbit Holes

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Sorting and tidying following Paul’s death is an ongoing activity. I have barely scratched the surface, if I’m being honest. The easiest things to dump — ancient magazine back issues, bank statements from long-defunct accounts, that kind of thing — are quickly dealt with. Paul’s amateur radio gear was taken away by members of the local club. I am now getting down to deeper layers, where I am finding things harder to just pitch into a bin bag.

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