I'm not a techie, and certainly not by today's standards by any stretch, but I'm probably not a Luddite either.
Way, way, back when personal computers barely existed I took a portable laptop into the African rainforest. It weighed a ton and was the size of an elephant. Re-charging it when we didn't have electricity was 'interesting'. Sometime later I wound up living in a central African city at a time when mobile technology was only just emerging. The internet still hadn't really become a 'thing' at that point either, but I helped set up a computer and automated script so that it would wake up in the dead of night and dialled into a satellite passing overhead, whereupon it would download and upload email packages from a base in the UK. I also helped run a number of Motorola handsets off a transmitter which we installed on a hilltop: our very own private mobile phone service which then became the envy of the city. I was offered vast amounts to sell it. (I didn't.)
I wrote an article about this which was published in a UK magazine. I gave it the title:
Lasers in the Jungle
Some of you may recognise the phrase from Paul Simons' brilliant Graceland album and, specifically, the song 'The Boy in the Bubble.'
I had a chance there and then to make a fortune rolling out mobile tech in central and southern Africa. I knew I could have made millions out of it. But I consciously chose a different path, not one about making money and instead, as it turned out, focused on helping others in a not-for-profit way.
In latter days I've been recalcitrant about technology's invasion of our lives and I'm pretty anti-flow. For the past 20 years I have been a regular Pirate Bay techie. I don't think I've paid for anything on the internet for a decade. Many of you will be understandably very irate with me for that, and will consider it theft, but I rip files and share files because I am anti-capitalist.
I use VPNs and wipe history NOT because I view bad content but because I know tech firms use spyware, including so-called 'cookies', to data mine you and ultimately to control you.
Oh and Edward Snowdon was absolutely right: your microphone is always on. Want an example?
One day I was chatting in the garden with someone. Our phones were out on the table. I happened to mention a very obscure museum which I had once been to in Hamburg called Miniatur Wunderland. In the years since I visited there I had never received any contact from them of any sort.
An hour later I received an advert by email for Miniatur Wunderland.
That, my friends, is not a coincidence ...
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