You Do Not Exist.
That’s a hard concept to grapple with, but in many ways it’s true. At South By Southwest yesterday, the panel tackling online privacy the panelists spent a great deal of time discussing online privacy within our current framework for such discussions – “my data is me”.
One panelist went so far as
I would like to take a moment to express my sincere thanks to the many friends, both real and virtual, that I have.
The outpouring of support, thoughts and prayers for me and my family this week has been tremendous and has really helped me deal with the challenge of losing my dad and the additional
(I’m posting this here to create a permanent memorial for my dad online. The link will get picked up by Twitter and Facebook. I want to be sure that anyone looking for information about my dad sometime down the line will find this and know who he was and what he meant to me.
That feels weird to say, and even weirder to type. I keep wondering if this is even something I should be typing. I usually use this space to talk about less serious topics. However, I originally set up this blog to get stuff off my chest, and this is a doozie.
About ten years ago,