
Earlier today, a story broke which caused a fresh round of privacy concerns, as it was revealed that the iPhone is, in fact, recording where you've been and storing that information in its backup file that it transfers to your computer every time you sync it. Here's the story from the Telegraph's "Technolgoy Consultant" (a typo which doesn't immediately inspire me with confidence) — judge for yourself.
Here's my take, and I understand completely you may not feel the same way: I don't give a damn. Why should I? What possible use could that information serve? What could people find out that I haven't already made abundantly clear via other means of social media? That I like to drive to Southampton a lot? That I tend to prefer Costa Coffee as my coffee outlet of choice? That I have been known to drive to Tesco in the dead of night for groceries and snacks?
"But, privacy," people bleat, without really explaining what they mean. Well, what about privacy? The minute you connect a device to the Internet, you're putting yourself on display. The minute you use your GPS-enabled phone to find out where the hell you are and where you should be going, someone knows where you are. The minute you search "oily lesbian midgets" on Google, someone knows what a complete pervert you are. If you're that concerned about privacy, you should reconsider your decision to carry around a constantly Internet-connected device with satellite tracking in your pocket. Or at least turn the fucking thing off.
Most of the time, though, the hysteria over privacy seems to be worry for the sake of worry. Take the app Color which came out a while back, for example. Color is, in theory, a clever way for people in the same place to collect the candid mobile photos they snap of an event — and possibly meet new people. It does this through a variety of means — GPS tracking if possible, then Wi-Fi identifications, mobile phone base stations and even recording the background noise when you take the photo and comparing it to the noise print taken when other people take photos. My first reaction on hearing how it worked was "Jesus Christ, that's clever," followed by "but ultimately unnecessary as most people I know with iPhones will just immediately upload their photos to Facebook anyway." My immediate reaction was not "Shit! My iPhone is recording me without telling me! Bastards!" — which was the reaction of a few people I spoke to about it.
Why, though? Why the panic? It's just sound. Are you a secret agent? Probably not. And if you were, it's unlikely you'd be using social media to share photos on your iPhone. Again, what possible sinister use could the recording of background noise have? Could advertisers figure out that you like hanging out in noisy places and start providing you with targeted AdSense ads for earplugs and ear drops? Perhaps. But again: so what?
The main objection seems to be that the device is doing this without the user's knowledge. But I even can't see the problem with this, really. If you're going somewhere you shouldn't be or doing something/one you shouldn't be, then don't take an Internet-connected GPS-enabled device with you that — shock horror — might know where you are. And for fuck's sake, don't check in on Foursquare while you're at your bit on the side's house. It's always your choice. If you want to be part of the digital revolution, then you have to get used to the fact that your information is out there for as long as you're connected to the Internet.
Potential spoilarz for Don't Take It Personally, Babe, It Just Ain't Your Story ahead.
If you've played Christine Love's Don't Take It Personally, Babe, It Just Ain't Your Story, you'll know that the culmination of the plot deals with this very issue — the supposed "erosion of privacy". The young characters in the game have grown up with this attitude to data, and as such are not surprised to know that other people are looking at their theoretically "private" information — and indeed take full advantage of this fact. I'm starting to feel like I can understand their attitude somewhat. I'm not sure if I should be pleased about that, or if I should be more worried than I am that my iPhone knows how many times I've been to public toilets in the last year.
Ah well. Can always turn it off. At least until The Machines take over.
The above comic isn't actually that far from the truth. (I remembered the code from Another World but had to look up the Ultima Underworld II spell. I at least remembered that "ylem" was one of the runes, however.) All this leads me to the conclusion that our brains are clearly wired up all wrong, and we need some sort of GMail Labs-style multiple inbox feature in order to appropriately prioritise the things that enter our brain and the things that we can safely delete when there's something very important to remember, such as girlfriends' birthdays. (November 19. I sacrificed the cheat code for Sonic 2 to make way for this information.)
Earlier today, a story broke that divided opinions somewhat. The point and content of the story at this stage isn't especially important or relevant to what I'm particularly interested in right now, but the gist of the arguments that people are having is that it was a report based on anonymous sources that sounded like "just another rumour".
I Googled the number 102. The results might surprise you. If you're really bored and easily surprised.
Remember when we didn't have to update things? I do. It was a good time. You could put something in to your computer or console, safe in the knowledge that it (probably) worked… and if it didn't work, it would probably get recalled and/or refunded. It was a binary state. In the world of consoles, this situation prevailed until the last generation ended—the era of the 360 and PS3 ushered in the Age of the Patch.
Piracy is a crime. Most people are aware of this by now, but it still goes on. And as much as I'm not a fan of piracy per se, it's becoming increasingly understandable why people resort to less-than-legal means to get hold of digital content. Sometimes it's because said content isn't available where they live without paying exorbitant amounts of money to import things. Sometimes it's to get a different version of some content they enjoy. And sometimes it's because the legal versions of the content don't work in the first place.
It seems every other week, particularly in tech-related industries, there is some sort of discussion over whether this or that is "dead". Inevitably, the answer is usually some vague waffle about how most people may have stopped using their Nokia N-GAGE but there are a few people out there utterly determined to beat Tomb Raider on a portrait-wise screen on a device which can survive being run over by a bus (I speak from experience) and thus the thing in question isn't dead, just on perpetual life support. Until it gets run over by one bus too many, of course.
So. Charlie Sheen, eh? What a card. Winning. Tiger blood. I wish there were some way to show my appreciation for him through the medium of the Internet, such as saying "winning" every few minutes. Oh wait.
I'm almost entirely certain I have ranted on this topic at least once in the past. But, well, it bears repeating, given what I do both here and professionally.
Not so long ago, the world was a different place. Saddam Hussein was still in charge of Iraq, no-one knew who the Liberal Democrats were and Call of Duty was but a twinkle in a young Bobby Kotick's eye. Sounds like delightful times, doesn't it?