Recommended watch: Four-part documentary for the CBC, The Great Food Revolution, about the food industry and culture.
Assuming "Prince Edward Island" is an island | Use as a volcano instead
While the system is remarkable, I’m sceptical that a resource like this can flourish in the hands of a private corporation. If the policies for data inclusion and curation are not open, the validity of the results will suffer.
As a non-historian (like you, I suspect), it seems to me that the views of great minds of the last few hundred years are often garnered from private letters they had written or received. Maybe it was C.S. Lewis writing to J.R.R. Tolkien (probably about who had the best initials), or Thomas Jefferson’s exchanges with John Adams. Presumably, these letters are left behind to family, who eventually choose to share them with the public.
I wondered, then, what will come of the enormous mass of hidden human knowledge (and noise) that is email. When I die (Ray Kurzweil be damned), I will have left tens of thousands of emails locked up on a server. Most will be of no interest to anyone. Some will include private information about myself, my family, or others. I imagine, though, that there are some exchanges in there that might have some value to someone. It’s not my legacy that I’m wondering about though - it’s those email exchanges by much greater minds.
I wondered, then, if digital artifacts, like email and photos should eventually fall into the public domain. Not during the authors lifetime. Not even for years after. Only after enough time for family and friends - those who might be affected by the contents of such correspondence - to pass on. 50 years? 100 years?
It’s not an issue of licensing and privacy (I’m sure smarter people than myself have figured that issue out long ago regarding private letters). Rather, it’s an issue of access and permanence of technology.
Imagine if the Lincoln letters were trapped in a datacenter somewhere in a password protected firstname.lastname@example.org account. Maybe when we die, our digital assets should be copied into a time-release digital safe-deposit box. In 100 years, we learn what Obama was sending from his blackberry, and what you and I thought about the time in which we live.
Maybe I’ll just start CC’ing a copy of all of my email to The Future.
The following things in my house have a clock. Notice that only one of them is actually a clock:
- Alarm Clock (fair enough)
- Stove (analog, broken)
- Cell phone
- Coffee Maker!?!
- Thermostat (x2)
- MP3 Player
Also see the list of things in my house with lights.
I’m usually not one for re-released remastered remixed re-issues, despite the allure of alliteration, but the Pearl Jam Ten re-issue is an exception.
The original producer, Brendan O’Brien, remixed and remastered the tracks and the result is remarkable (correction: Rick Parashar was the original producer of Ten. Thanks to those who pointed this out.). It sounds like it was recorded yesterday, instead of on the muddy banks of 1990s grunge.
To be clear, these are not remixes as in "m4tr1x RaVe Ed1ti0n", they are remixed in the true sense of the world. O'Brien mixed down the album as he would if he were to record the album today, with all of the skill, taste, and equipment developed since the original release.
The remixes confirm what I’ve always thought about Pearl Jam. The label of “grunge” described a new variation of modern (at the time) rock music. Nirvana was grunge, Soundgarden was grunge. Pearl Jam was always just plain old Rock ’n Roll®.