Last Wednesday I participated in IBM’s Federal Summit at the Ronald Reagan Federal Building in Washington DC. Business aside, it was one scary meeting. There were control systems all over. From the IRS to airports, to National Security, the demos were much more advanced and comprehensive than anything you may have seen in a movie. Big Brother to the Nth degree. They know it all about you. In a second. You either get paranoid-serious about security, encryption and privacy, or you might as well forget completely about your privacy.
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Cold men destroy women,” my mother wrote me years later. “They woo them with something personable that they bring out for show, something annexed to their souls like a fake greenhouse, lead you in, and you think you see life and vitality and sun and greenness, and then when you love them, they lead you out into their real soul, a drafty, cavernous, empty ballroom, inexorably arched and vaulted and mocking you with its echoes— you hear all you have sacrificed, all you have given, landing with a loud clunk.
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Carna botnet offers us this amazing 24 hour visualization of relative IPv4 utilization observed using ICMP Ping requests. Look at the data, just look at it! Don’t you see people’s sleeping patterns, internet usage patterns, eating schedule habit, cultural differences, urban influence, regional inequalities…?
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[mudslide:picasa,0,111219615350942087056,5858242196358685121] 4 flights and 40 hours later (after having missed Japan Week), I am back in New York in the modern and technological Delta terminal (C, not D) at Laguardia Airport, with its tablets and card readers on all tables and bars at all bars and restaurants.What a difference from the Delta Terminal 4 at JFK! Luckily the new one will be finished in May, because the old one is falling apart.
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Astonished I witness the trees rise tall from their base, not even rooted. Leafs leave, group, organize, and shifting shapes, take to the sky only to dive down. A red dragon, a viking vessel, coming straight at me. The memory of holding your hand, and blinking, gets me through. But how far could even a never fading memory take me? I shall hold your hand again, or be taken by the leafs.
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Jorge Cortell

My blog in English

Serial entrepreneur (x8) and Art Curator - Founder & CEO, Kanteron Systems

Valencia (Spain)