My friend Jeff invited me to dinner today. I received the email yesterday and, amongst many topics, included information about the where, the whom, and the time. As I caught the bus to the restaurant (a nice, cheap pizza restaurant in the vicinity of Oxford Street) I checked the email again to make sure I was on time. And then it hit me, I had completely missed the “whom”.
I am meeting Clifton and Judy at Mad Pizza in Crown Street at 7pm
Seven years ago I innocently started using a service that required personal information to be submitted in order for it to function properly. Stories, photos, and comments – to name a few – were submitted in order to make this system understand what I liked, who were my friends were, the relationship with my family and so on. All of this with the sole purpose of selling something to the highest bidder, and that something was me.Read More