KeyeoH @keyeoh@social.cleverlibre.org

⁉️ ¿Cómo se diseñan las redes sociales para dejarnos "enganchados"?

No os perdáis esta pieza de @malditaes donde colaboro:
https://maldita.es/malditatecnologia/20240123/diseno-rrss-webs-influye-capacidad-decision/

Si tienes #android:

* ve a configuración
* busca el menú "google"
* menú "anuncios"
* borra el ID de publicidad
* ve a "privacidad de los anuncios"
* desactiva todo

retutea para visibilidad.

#google ha estado liberando un sistema de anuncios (ad topics) que rastrea las aplicaciones que usas y las añade a la información usada para mostrarte anuncios

'A Regional Train passes a Railroad Crossing
between Flooded Fields, Nidderau-Eichen, Germany'
Photo Michael Probst

“Subscription” doesn’t feel like an accurate word for all the stuff we subscribe to.

When you cancel a magazine subscription, Time doesn’t come and take all the issues back.

When you cancel a Hulu subscription, you can’t watch the show for which you’ve been paying for months or years.

Do you like your Spotify library? Hope you’re ok with paying for it for the rest of your life.

What do we call these? “Service plans”? “Rentscriptions”?

holy shit mozilla has a new issue tracker documenting all of the ways that apple, google, and microsoft purposefully put third party browsers at a disadvantage and is calling for action https://blog.mozilla.org/netpolicy/2024/01/19/platform-tilt/

Regarding that last boost, I'm starting to conceive of LLMs and image generators as a phenomenon of (American) society eating its seed corn. If you're not familiar with the phrase, "seed corn" is the corn you set aside to plant next year, as opposed to the corn you eat this year. If you eat your seed corn this year, you have no seeds to plant next year, and thus create a crisis for all future years, a crisis that could have been avoided with better management.

LLMs and image generators mass ingest human-created texts and images. Since the human creators of the ingested texts and images are not compensated and not even credited, this ingestion puts negative pressure on the sharing of such things. Creative acts functioning as seed for future creative acts becomes depressed. Creative people will have little choice but to lock down, charge for, or hide their works. Otherwise, they'll be ingested by innumerable computer programs and replicated ad infinitum without so much as a credit attached. Seed corn that had been freely given forward will become difficult to get. Eaten.

Eating your seed corn is meant to be a last ditch act you take out of desperation after exhausting all other options. It's not meant to be standard operating procedure. What a bleak society that does this, consuming itself in essence.

#ChatGPT #GPT #Midjourney #StableDiffusion #DALLE #AI

So many people wrestle with imposter syndrome, but it’s the opposite disorder — overconfidence — that makes a person harder to work with. Self-awareness is a virtue.

Working on a new manuscript engaging with Anna L. Tsing work: "A supply chain capitalism on AI makes visible the connection between an engineer at OpenAI training an algorithm such as ChatGPT in the UK, a miner extracting tantalum in Kazakhistan, an engineer in Mexico monitoring the performance of the server that contains data fed into this algorithm, a worker in Taiwan manufacturing a GPU and a worker in Kenya dismantling electronic waste."

Reflexiones (un poco) más pausadas sobre la encuesta del CIS que tanto revuelo levanta

Lo primero, la irresponsabilidad de periódicos. Nivelón ni cuando te patrocina la portada Endesa, TODOS los titulares deciden tirar por el amarillismo

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"Looks like you're using an ad-blocker"

Looks like you're trying to install 52 trackers on my computer.

Mi psicóloga es una maga. A veces de magia blanca, a veces de magia negra, pero siempre a mi favor.

A veces tardo horas o días en comprender lo afinado de su análisis, su propuesta.

Ayer le comentaba lo difícil que se me hace relajarme a última hora del día desde que dejé de beber y las demás drogas. Han sido décadas dopándome para relajarme, detener la rumia, sumirme en una sedación acolchada o en una euforia evasiva cuando mi cerebro frito de estrés y estímulos, ya solo barrunta y se deprime, agotado y manoseado por el trajín de la vida.

Yo solo quiero relajarme tras la dura jornada laboral, como todo el mundo, le decía. Pero sin droguitas me impaciento, me angustio y me desvelo. Son horas de sufrimiento.

Entonces ella me cogió de la mano y me llevó por un camino que no conocía. Luego me indicó una dirección y yo seguí caminando, ya solo, pero sin ver todavía el objetivo, por pura fe en ella. Y al final del día, oh, había llegado a un lugar nuevo. Y bueno.