The Internet is open for all, as are social networks. Each conversation — on politics, sex, religion, sport, and “Justin Bieber” — generates a huge trail of opinions and information.
Unfortunately, no one can stop the randomization of the content in his or her social stream. What’s more, most of the content is useless spam. We can summarize the problem in brief: “A huge amount of uncategorized and random content.” Data fuels the Internet, and it can’t be rejected.
In the last couple years, social networks have been angling to become the main source of online content, and they’ve made progress; nowadays, news agencies and websites turn to social networks as their first source of news and reports.
“Every two days now we create as much information as we did from the dawn of civilization up until 2003.” — Eric Schmidt, CEO of Google
Take the Syrian uprising and civil war for example. The main news outlets — Al Jazeera, CNN, and Russia Today — turned to Youtube, Facebook, and Twitter for content (whether it was true or fabricated). You can even find social media accounts belonging to news agencies and targeted toward a specific topic. (See Al Arabiya Syria.)
These benefits aside, social media’s got problems. Example: When I followed a friend of mine on her new Twitter account, I liked her posts. But after a while, she started tweeting about topics in which I’m not interested. My stream was full of undesirable content, so I unfollowed her. And for the record, I check her profile from time to time to decide whether to follow her again or not.
In Startup Weekend Ramallah, I found a solution (prototype), a social platform that’s a mixture of Quora, Twitter, Facebook, and Reddit — a systematic and user-driven topic generator and matcher, leading to a topic-focused platform. You can follow topics and users with filtering their posts depending on the topics you care about.
Technically, this can be done. NLP (Natural Language Processing) and text tagging are not so hard (I’ve done simple one in Arabic). A lot of libraries out there do NLP. However, the issue is the speed of this kind of process, which will prevent us from getting content in real time.
Lately, you’ll notice Facebook trying to get you to like pages by matching the pages’ posts to your interests. Also, YouTube has rolled out auto-generated topics, which collect video about a topic (person, company, project, etc.) and place them in a channel you can subscribe to.
Categorization, or classification, is the core of human intelligence. These classifications determine (or at least highly influence) the way we interpret the world around us; topic categories enable us to simplify incoming information and to reason about it. It’s time to figure out what on the web matters to us.
I have an Android phone, Nexus S. It was a gift from Google. The phone came with Android 2.3.6/Gingerbread. Last year I updated the software to Android 4.0.0/ICS. The update process wasn’t so official. I unlocked and rooted the phone. And after some adb and fastboot commands, I’m running on some port of ICS for the Nexus S.
Lately, I install the official version of Android Jelly Bean 4.1.2 as a factory image on my Nexus S as it is the last software to be supported by Google.
The whole story is: I’m so upset of loosing my data. Not photos, videos or music. I’m talking about application’s data or exclusively, games data.
To get it clearer, I play on my phone a lot (who doesn’t!). My last addiction was Anomaly Warzone Earth, it’s yet another strategic game. The issue is that each time am losing the game -after formatting the phone for some reason- I can reinstall it of course, but I should start from the square zero! seriously? Yes.
Most of the iOS and Android games developers want their games to be smooth for the end users. They don’t want you to sign up and do that long process, they want you to start playing immediately! No credentials or anything collected from the user.
She’d play it for a while, remove it for extra space, install it again and she is on level one again. Damn! You know the pain now. you felt it one day, right?
Note that I’m not talking about social games
My call to all games developers, In your next game, please implement a state where users can back to where they left it last time, even after removing it. Make this optional.
I know there are lots of unique credentials in each phone, save one of them to identify each player, and beside it an attribute where she is in the game. Easy ha?
I’m not a mobile developer so I might be wrong
A quite pretty solution for this problem is by using a backup application. Carbon has just released (Feb 4). It’s developed by ClockworkMod and it doesn’t require root. But I still insist, this feature should be implemented and supported by the games developer, and the tiny backup data should be saved in the cloud.
6:00 am. Arise. Wrap your cardigan-sheathed hands around a mug of hot cardamom lemon water; squint into the distance from your craftsman veranda. Breathe authentically. Pick off a passing man with your bespoke porch rifle.
6:30 am. Laundry. The heather-gray linen kitchen towels from last night’s festivities need washing. Delicate cycle; honeysuckle gentle wash detergent. Head back upstairs. Roll up your husband’s body inside the flokati rug upon which it rests. Dust surrounding area with small-batch microfiber.
7:30 am. Morning e-mails. Remind the others about this weekend’s dick-burning.
8:15 am. Breakfast: coconut-ginger scones with raw wolf meat. Using the giraffe filter on Snapchat, falsely accuse a man of rape.
9:00 am. Nap.
9:18 am. Yoga while watching latest Real Housewives of New Jersey; question Jacqueline’s motives. Move the rug-swaddled corpse to a dumpster behind Whole Foods. Buy chia seeds in bulk.
11:30 am. Back home. Shower; wash face with homemade semen-cucumber scrub. Triple steam vulva.Check internet. Mob formed yet?
1:30 pm. Doctor’s appointment — ask about ‘pleasure abortions.’ Do they do group packages? Alison’s birthday is coming up.
2:55 pm. Retail therapy; there’s a sale at Michael’s. Purchase 37 mason jars. Text Jenny for her scrotum-infused kombucha recipe. Commit vehicular manocide in the parking lot. Text while driving; tell the internet mob they can stop — you’ve just killed the man you falsely accused of rape.
4:30 pm. Kill a football team.
4:45 pm. Nap.
6:30 pm. Order artisanal pizza. Abduct the delivery guy upon his arrival; make him dance for you while you work on screenplay for an all-female Saving Private Ryan.
7:30 pm. Google cyanide. Ethically harvested version available?
7:45 pm. Nag a man to death at the local bar.
9:25 pm. Deactivate bitch shield.
9:30 pm. Apply lavender oil to temples, crawl into bed. Snuggle under your hemp percale sheets; set your noise machine to “crickets+men crying.” Fall asleep censoring male speech online.
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The Shocking Reason Millennials are Binging on Songs about Binging on Drugs
If you, like me, enjoy listening to other white women sing songs about how depressing it is to be a white woman, then you’ve probably noticed how many right now are about a female protagonist doing a ton of drugs. Not for fun, per se, but because her life sucks so much and drugs are the only way she can cope.
Let me tune you into this very depressing mixtape:
In “High by the Beach” Lana Del Rey wants to get high by the beach because she can’t stand being sober around a boyfriend she knows doesn’t love her while dealing with the nihilistic dread of existence:
Loving you is hard, being here is harder You take the wheel I don’t wanna do this anymore, it’s so surreal I can’t survive if this is all that’s real
All I wanna do is get high by the beach Get high by the beach, get high All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye bye The truth is I never bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get high baby, baby, bye bye
Sia’s “Chandelier” admits openly that she’s binge-drinking because she can’t handle how much it hurts being conscious:
Party girls don’t get hurt Can’t feel anything, when will I learn I push it down, push it down
I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist Like it doesn’t exist I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
But I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down, won’t open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light, ’cause I’m just holding on for tonight Help me, I’m holding on for dear life, won’t look down, won’t open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light, ’cause I’m just holding on for tonight On for tonight
In “You Don’t Get Me High Anymore,” the singer is complaining that her repeated efforts to obliterate her feelings with drugs have left her with such a high tolerance, she can’t get high anymore.
Cut it up, cut it up, yeah Everybody’s on something here My godsend chemical best friend Skeleton whispering in my ear
Walk with me to the end Stare with me into the abyss Do you feel like letting go? I wonder how far down it is
Nothing is fun Not like before You don’t get me high anymore Used to take one Now it’s takes four You don’t get me high anymore
And, oh my, in “Habits,” Tove Lo describes not just one addiction, but an apparent check list:
I get home, I got the munchies Binge on all my Twinkies Throw up in the tub, then I go to sleep And I drank up all my money Days kind of lonely
You’re gone and I got to stay high All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh Spend my days locked in a haze Trying to forget you babe, I fall back down Gotta stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you
Pick up daddies at the playground How I spend my day time Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive I make it fast and greasy I know my way too easy
Staying in my play pretend Where the fun ain’t got no end Oh, can’t go home alone again Need someone to numb the pain Oh, staying in my play pretend Where the fun ain’t got no end Oh oh can’t go home alone again Need someone to numb the pain
And of course, Lily Allen just comes out and say it in “Everyone’s At It:”
I’m not trying to say that I’m smelling of roses But when will we tire of putting shit up our noses I don’t like staying up, staying up past the sunlight It’s meant to be fun and this just doesn’t feel right
Why can’t we all, all just be honest Admit to ourselves that everyone’s on it From grown politicians to young adolescents Prescribing themselves anti-depressants Now how can we start to tackle the problem If you don’t put your hands up and admit that you’re on them The kids are in danger, they’re all getting habits From what I can see everyone’s at it
So where are we to take this? While I’m sure depressed people have been abusing drugs since time immemorial, what I think is interesting about this trend is what women are saying openly about their drug use. There is no literary allusion toAlice in Wonderland. There’s no fun symbolism wrapped around this pain.
These lyrics demonstrate extreme self-awareness. They say quite articulately that women are using drugs as a coping mechanism so that they might numb or blot out completely the pain of everyday life.
That’s some take for pop music.
I’m not passing moral judgment on addicts here. I generally reject personal accountability explanations for the pandemic of addiction since I think, ironically enough, the sobering personal accountability narrative is why so many middle-class women are turning to drugs.
Well, here’s my thinking. Little girls of my generation were born post-liberation. That means that girls my age were told that they would enjoy sexual freedom and get to make their own choices with their bodies. Once offered this choice, society up and absolved itself of accountability. Women, we’re now fully accountable for everything that ever happens to us and whatever messes we find ourselves in.
While there may be no one around to help, there will always be someone available after bad shit happens to audit our biographies and ask:
“Well, why didn’t you say ‘no’ then?”
“Why didn’t you know the bad shit would happen?”
“You should have known better that bad shit always happens.”
It’s enough to — hey! — drive someone to drugs.
“[M]ost Substance-addicted people,” wrote DFW in Infinite Jest, “are also addicted to thinking, meaning they have a compulsive and unhealthy relationship with their own thinking.”
I know he’s right. I hate myself most of the time. And as one of those people with hyperfast brains, oh, I can come up with about twenty reasons to hate myself per minute. And I’ll admit it: the quickest way to end that noise is to go on a drug vacation.
But why do women like me hate themselves so much?
I’ve thought about this hard. I have come to the conclusion that the reason so many women are this unhappy at this scale is because they’ve been raised to police their own thoughts for the thoughtcrime of victimhood and blame themselves for systemic fuckery. Nevermind that the fuckery is real, women’s adolescent curriculum is to learn how to hate yourself for everything you are and everything you’ll never be.
Because women are hated.
There’s no escaping how much society hates women.
And instead of being told this, you’re told you have to be hyper-responsible, hyper-vigalent, hyper-sensitive all the fucking time. No one actually gives a shit about your best interest. No one gives a shit about you at all. Men won’t take responsibility for themselves, so now that’s your job, too.
Deal with it.
And meanwhile, hey, you have to pretend like none of this patriarchy bothers you because, hey, now we can fuck on the first date, yay!
We get to fuck without even knowing the guy’s last name!
No one ever asks women what they want. They feed us bullshit like Sex and the City and tell us it’s feminist. Instead, we get books like Hanna Rosin’s End of Men where she takes a single study based on a few dozen college students and snowballs from it a ridiculous theory that actually women don’t want love anyway because — get this — it gets in the way of their careers.
WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE.
Right, so presently we’ve got a sexual culture where women’s desires for love and intimacy are continually shat on by a society that hates women, that renounces anything feminine, including love and intimacy, and instead promises us hermetic sexual encounters from the comfort of our own phone as if that’s anywhere close to how we as little girls really hoped sex would work when we grew up.
And just how men’s perpetual boyhood turns out to be absurdly profitable, women’s consequent depression is also hugely profitable!
I don’t think women’s depression is all attributable to the rise of manbabies and jobs being so ridiculously demanding that no one has time to love. But I do think they’re pretty significant in the grand scheme of things.
A lot of these songs are hitting on one theme: women are ostensibly offered tons of choices but none they desire. Most of these songs are about women having given up on getting what they want and trying to cope with what they get by binge-drinking and blacking out.
Tove Lo in “Habits” is so besides herself with so much daily pain that she’s taken up fucking sad men in the park because it takes her mind off of what she actually wants. When she’s done with that, she binges on junk food and throws it up because nothing is filling how empty she feels.
People spent a lot of time exploding the moral panic of middle-class housewives taking to stims so that they could cope with the isolation of their existence. But no one really cared about how they felt, then, either.
People wrote songs about that, too:
Turns out, now? Society is so fucking cracked, millennials dance to literal cries for help.
This adds a whole new layer of weirdness to this guano cake.
Putting this level of self-awareness into a pop song is to say to the world, “Look how much searing agony I face just living in this fucked up mess I’m being offered but haha no one gives a shit about me because I’m white, college-educated and 25.”
Because no one ever gives a shit about young women’s pain.
The drugs help her manage what no one else gives a shit about.
And it’s so apparent to us that no one will give a shit, we’ve decided we’re just going to dance to it.
No one gives a shit about women’s pain until it lands her in rehab where millionaires can mine her insurance for $30,000 worth of “compassionate care.”
If she’s lucky enough to have any.
Then, I guess, then people care about young women’s problems.
At that point, someone gives a shit.
Until then, I guess we’ll just keep churning out dance hits about finding a vein that still takes.
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Será que a Bel Pesce aprendeu mesmo a lição?
Nos últimos dias a menina do vale aprendeu muito sobre a vida e sobre os negócios, a mesma disse isso há pouco em seu Facebook.
Mas será que ela aprendeu a seguinte lição?
Não construa uma imagem insólita sem embasamento, o tempo é implacável e a verdade hora ou outra vem à tona
Quando decidi escrever e buscar ser uma referência sobre empreendedorismo, conversei com um amigo e ele foi duro comigo — agradeço — dizendo que eu não deveria falar de algo que eu nunca tive grandes êxitos. Por questões de autoridade, eu não deveria querer ser uma referência, antes de ser uma, mesmo tendo uma faculdade de administração e um MBA em gestão estratégica de empresas, alguns negócios testados, tendo passado e contribuído em mais de 250 empresas, eu não tinha um respaldo para solidificar minha fala. Foi ali que eu mudei o discurso de “faça isso”, para “eu tento fazer isso.” E isso não garante nada, falar de empreendedorismo e inovação sem ter nada (ainda) grandioso para mostrar a respeito é frágil demais.
E aqui entra o marketing.
Bel Pesce fez seu nome por ter estudado no MIT, trabalhado no Google e Microsoft e ter ajudado a construir uma empresa, a Lemon no Vale do Silício. Brilhante né?! Seria, se o trabalho no Google e na Microsoft não fossem um estágio de 3 meses de verão, se ela fosse co-founder da empresa citada ou alguma coisa mais efetiva por lá.
Eu conheço muita gente nessa vida, meu DataEu é bem sofisticado, gente de todo canto, de diversas áreas, rico, pobre, gente que passou por variadas situações e tem muita divergência de opinião e visão de mundo. Tem gente que trabalha (trabalha mesmo) no Google, pra Amazon, startups brasileiras incríveis, empreendedores que são reis no Vale do Silício, que estudam ou estudaram no MIT, Harvard, Stanford, Oxford, Erasmus de Rotterdam (considerada a melhor escola de empreendedorismo do mundo), gente que representa o governo francês na União Européia, diretor de multinacional, vice-presidente de multinacional, milionário, multimilionário — infelizmente não conheço nenhum bilionário -, etc. O que quero dizer com isso?
Conheço no mínimo umas 50 pessoas 10 vezes mais importante e com história que realmente vale a pena ser explorada, mas não são, ou por opção, ou por falta de oportunidade.
Quando eu conheci a Bel Pesce, eu realmente fiquei empolgada para ouvir o que ela tinha para falar. Eu amo gente foda, gente que fez coisas que nunca fiz, que consegue cativar e ser reconhecida, enfim, eu gosto de gente brilhante.
Li o livro dela, achei bacana, bem escrito, nada glorioso, primoroso ou fora de série, mas atende bem a proposta. Comecei a ver os vídeos, a segui-la no twitter, a acompanhar no Periscope e foi ali, bem no meio daquela vontade de consumir um mundo do qual não tive a oportunidade de conhecer, que tive uma frustração bem grande.
O conhecimento que ela passava era tão profundo quanto um discurso da Dilma, mais raso que o nível que chegou a Cantareira. Algo como: “Essa empresa é top, é show, o que eles fazem é muito 10!”, “Empreender só depende de você”, “vá atrás dos seus sonhos”, “faça meta do dia”, sobre o negócio dela: “um negócio disruptivo, inovador, disuptamente novo”. Foi ali que fui atrás para entender quem era e porque ela tinha se tornado quem era. Essa conta não fechava. Deixei pra lá, não sou obrigada a consumir o que não quero e quem quiser que consuma. Ponto final!
Segui a vida… até que no início desse ano fiz um post questionando os “empreendedores motivacionais”, porque de repente eles se multiplicaram na internet. Eu não aguentava mais meta do dia, frases motivacionais, usei a expressão “essa geração Bel Pesce é legal mas a gente precisa mais no nosso dia a dia”. A crítica não era a ela, mas ao modelo replicado exaustivamente por diversas outras pessoas que se inspiraram nela.
Foi uma muvuca só. Aparentemente as pessoas tinham muito para falar sobre isso.
Conheci muita gente incrível por causa disso, inclusive uma das pessoas que me ajudaram a estruturar o atual projeto que estou trabalhando. Até brinquei que se desse certo, eu faria um post “Como a Bel Pesce me ajudou a ganhar meus primeiros milhões”.
Eu fui chamada de invejosa, diversas vezes, e coisa pior. Vieram dizer que a conheciam, que ela é um doce, e que era muito feio falar publicamente de uma pessoa. — ? Mesmo essa pessoa sendo uma pessoa pública?! Ué?! — O Murilo Gun, outra pessoa questionável, me chamou de “Bruna alguma coisa” em seu podcast e assim por diante.
Foi nesse momento que percebi que a Menina do Vale tinha virado, graças a ela mesma e sua constante autopromoção, um mito. E como todo famoso fruto da internet, de suas legiões incontáveis de fanáticos seguidores, é praticamente impossível questionar sem que os fãs da pessoa venham argumentar que você esteja criticando porque está com inveja. \_(o.O)
A Bel vende e sempre vendeu o produto que ela construiu chamado “Bel Pesce”, todas as suas empresas são para fomentar esse mesmo produto. E ela faz isso de forma magistral.
Há mérito nesse imbróglio todo, nunca foi isso a ser questionado, o ponto que muita gente sempre levantou e que nos próximos meses ainda vão levantar é como uma pessoa pode se vender como suprassumo do empreendedorismo e inovação se o grande feito dela seja apenas e justamente ter feito sucesso por ensinar outras pessoas a empreenderem, e só.
É o mesmo que eu vender cursos caríssimos para ensinar outras pessoas a ficarem ricas, contando que fiquei rica, ensinando outras pessoas a ficarem rica e esse ciclo não tem fim.
E vou além, por que cargas d’água a gente escolhe líderes médios que tentam vender ilusões, fazem desserviço ao empreendedorismo dizendo que são e acontecem e que empreender só depende de você, cobrando e cobrando caro por cursos, palestras, chaveiro, hamburguer e passeio no Peru?
Enquanto a maioria dos empreendedores brasileiros abrem hamburgueria com R$15 mil reais num trailer com o dinheiro que passaram os últimos 65 anos juntando.
Se o problema for falta de referência, posso fazer uma lista de dezenas de pessoas realmente interessantes de serem admiradas por empreender honestamente e inovar disruptamente (existem grandes projetos no Brasil inteiro, principalmente no Norte e Nordeste).
Agora, não sei se a Bel aprendeu essa lição. Mas aprendemos, todos juntos, que estudar no MIT e estagiar no Google não ensina a abrir hamburgueria através de financiamento coletivo.
Obs.: Um dia ainda quero ter a oportunidade de me redimir da inveja que sinto, até lá, vou continuar questionando processos, ações e pessoas que estejam em desacordo com as minhas crenças, valores e princípios.
Obs².: Fiquem tranquilos que me policio diariamente para ser melhor que minhas próprias críticas.
Obs³.: Ofensas serão deletadas.
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