Author: harold

Apparently there’s around 3 billion iPhones out there. People buy it because of its security.

Meanwhile, Pegasus exists. You don’t know what it can do? Here:

Pegasus can collect emails, call records, social media posts, user passwords, contact lists, pictures, videos, sound recordings and browsing histories, according to security researchers and NSO marketing materials. The spyware can activate cameras or microphones to capture fresh images and recordings. It can listen to calls and voice mails. It can collect location logs of where a user has been and also determine where that user is now, along with data indicating whether the person is stationary or, if moving, in which direction.

And all of this can happen without a user even touching her phone or knowing she has received a mysterious message from an unfamiliar person.

It doesn’t matter which update you have. This spyware is insanely clever (it basically creates its own virtual machine inside your phone, undetected).

How many iPhones have been infected? What kind of database is being built with all those biometrics? Who’s buying it? I imagine every single VIP, official, celebrity in the world has been hacked by now? Jay Z nudes soon? Please, no.

If Microsoft Windows had an undetectable spyware able to do that much, the tech world would be in flame. With Apple? Nothing exists. I don’t know, man.

Are you guys serious with this new Batman?

First of all, Batman the animated series was the absolute best and nothing can match that amazing run.

Then The Dark Knight was outstanding and no one can top that Joker, probably ever.

Now leave this shit alone for the next 30 years.

A billionaire wearing gadgets can never stimulate my mind like that. Especially these days.

“I’m getting an EV, oil can die now!”

Bro, oil is everywhere in life lol. It is derived and used for everything around you.

Also the cargo ships bringing you new oil-dependent stuff from China are not running on batteries lmao. They burn crude, nasty oil like there’s no tomorrow.

We’re never getting off oil.

We need to consume less and recycle it better. So, cease to believe in silver bullets. There are none.

#ClimateChange

Lots going on here.

I guess Joe will say he has black friends, including Dave Chappelle, so it’s all good.

Spotify, just like all subscription systems, can and will delete content at their discretion, the way they want, the way IP holders want it.

Any subscription business is ripe for censorship. You need to know that and act accordingly, dear customer.

Technologically speaking, podcasts are and can be hosted anywhere and played anywhere. Podcasts are like email technology, resilient and completely platform-agnostic. They’re just audio files.

Those 70 censored episodes will be online forever. Spotify doesn’t own anything here: they make you believe so and you believe them, for the sake of convenience. “Look at how powerful we are, taking down problematic content!” And then a prestigious “newspaper” makes it like the streaming media company is being accountable and shit.

Lots of nothing going on here.

And as I just wrote about race relationships, I learned about Amir Locke.

I also have Trayvon Martin in my mind. It’s been ten years.

I also want to watch a documentary about black people in France that came out last month. The French comments are mostly vile. No one in my French FB feed mentioned it even once.

In the documentary they run the 1940s doll experiment on current black French girls and nothing has changed. 80 years later, in another democracy, black girls hate themselves.

Happy Black History Month. The work & healing never stop.

“In California, for the first time of his life, he would be on his own, beyond the buffering influence of empathetic protectors who understood the psychological burden of crossing racial boundaries. In later years he would reflect at length on the difficulty of maintaining one’s sense of self and identity while negotiating this crossing. But in the late summer of 1961 he had only a vague notion of the challenges and opportunities ahead.”

Fantastic book about Arthur Ashe, the great tennis player. It goes into details about all the hurdles that a young black tennis player breaking barriers had to go through while the country was changing rapidly.

The psychological burden of crossing racial boundaries… I have never not been crossing racial boundaries. I’ve crossed those boundaries since I was born, landing in a foster white family as a baby and then in a white family and then into the world. I’ve had to understand everything about crossing invisible lines on my own.

I’ve crossed those boundaries a trillion times. I don’t cross them anymore; they’re just stuck and lingering on me like spider webs on a hoodie; they don’t exist. Make no mistake those racial boundaries are tough as nail, more persistent than a virus. They are still very much alive in 20 effing 22, mirroring to perfection the book’s 1962. I prefer not to think about that, as not to burden my already burdened mind. It lingers though. Those racial boundaries have prevented me from a lot of unity, community and a sense of being part of a group while witnessing all of those around me.

The multi-faceted, the code switching. Differences and similarities. Challenges and opportunities. The rules, the edge cases. How the fuck am I supposed to navigate that? It’s a lot to layer, analyze, act on, disregard. Trying to make the best move simultaneously for myself, for black people, for the way I was raised and to make my ancestors proud while doing my best, I guess. It is busy in my mind. It keeps me alert.

Crossing racial boundaries is like muffled and lonely fireworks in a dark city park when in some way, you don’t even know why it’s some kind of celebration. It shouldn’t be one. I just be.

Texas: It don’t go down

Perfectly parked. Busted as hell. This one looks like it can roll around though. I just giggle.

Shout out to people working directly with the public out there because, SHEESH.

After the first month of global, “we’re in this together, clap your hands” fragile empathy at the start of the pandemic, things have been pretty rough in the customer and business relationship department. Let’s be honest.

Lately though, we’re on another level. The rudeness and randomness are part of the job but I can tell how the past two years are compounding on folks. Sick and tired fr fr. Lashing out in any kind of way.

Stay safe y’all. Double down on patience. Yes that water, stretch that body etc.