Unplugging Part 2

So I put my Huawei tablet in the garage out of range of the house during my decision to go unplugging everything. Mainly because it has 2 cameras, a mic and a speaker and it didn’t seem like a good device to have in the house when Huawei have been in the news for allegedly spying.

Anyway the audio jack on my phone went south so I brought the tablet back in just to stream Amazon music without need for the big PC to be on and networked, And yes the tablets been given the black tape over everything treatment, cameras etc. So far no backburning or gaslights so ‘they’ have either got bored and gone away or the new unplugging/taping routine is working. I was even stoic enough to create a new Twitter account! Only to find someone had used one of my emails previously and got it suspended. Must admit Twitter staff were quick to get that sorted for me, so thanks guys. As for Facebook, I deactivated my account saying I was concerned for my security. I don’t miss it. Most of the vileness I have seen these past few years has come via Facebook so you can go ‘jump’.

So there you go, were see how long Twitter lasts for my social media needs. It’s my last attempt to stay current. If this fails I’m going back to buying a daily newspaper, I may do anyway.

Peace

D

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Unplugging

Ok, I know a lot about tech, way more than is good for me. I’ve been headhunted for it and to be honest it’s not a good trade for a bipolar person to be in to. Especially one as paranoid as me.

So I was playing with my new Nintendo 3DS that I treated to myself as a gift for not smoking for 2 months and I noticed it had 3! Cameras on it, a mic an infrared light, as well as WiFi. WTF, I’m here to play Pokémon like the good old days not to be scanned constantly. I have no idea why it needs all this when only one game I know of even uses just 1 of the cameras.

So this led in to all my other devices, and their cameras and plethora of sensors and my phone (which I’m writing this on) my big PC with a permanent power supply for the network socket even when the PC is off, set top TV box, kindle, WiFi radio. From a hackers point of view it’s a goldmine if I was to be a target. Which I have been, I had to delete and disable my test bed external website and email server after some very threatening spam and a hijack that turned my mail server into a spam bot. Fortunately I had the foresight to pick up the chatter and move important services to different email accounts before the escalation. The only thing I may be locked out of is my Nectar account, so score one for the hackers, I have to call Sainsbury’s to regain control of my supermarket rewards points.

Anyway it was a bit of a pain but no irreversible harm done, but I’m annoyed that a convenient email address I used for 8 years with no trouble is now in the dark zone.

So yesterday I started my unplugging program. If it can be unplugged and switched off and the socket taken out it now is. I don’t actually need to be permanently connected to the net to play Kerbal Space Program or play mp3s so there’s no need for it to plugged into router. Just like dial up days, if I need the web or an update, plug in, get what I need and unplug.

The phone and other stuff well not a lot can be done with the WiFi because there’s a gut feeling in me that just because Android says WiFi is off it actually isnt, same goes for roaming data. I have a long winded explanation as to why that is (that I don’t have the time or energy to explain) but it follows ‘there ain’t no such thing as a free lunch’. Still cameras that don’t get used are now taped over (it’s good enough for Mark Zuckerberg) and mics to. As I know speakers reversed are mics, innocuous devices like TV and radios that have WiFi in them are unplugged and pulled out the socket.

So am I off grid and desperately lonely. No, this may be paranoid behaviour to some but, unplugging everything before bed was a ritual my grandfather did and he was always bitching about my wiring. Who knows, maybe he knew of the ‘spy in the cab’ even then.

The last couple of days I’ve barely used the net other than a couple of things on the this phone. Which now gets turned off at night which is a half way measure. I’m not going completely luddite.

I have really enjoyed my vinyl though and basking in hack free analogue experience of just the turntable and amp. I have a large collection of radios to, including a Decca from the 40s I’m repairing to the latest Tescun digital analogue SW hybrid.

I fear that the generation behind me think they will enter some kind of digital Nirvana. And privacies don’t matter. Privacy is a birthright, and as someone with mental health problems and dealing daily with people who quite rightly want to know what’s going on in my head on the other hand it is actually ok for me to say there are some thoughts I tell no one. We all do, despite this digital invasion into our daily lives.

As the Prodigy lyrics go;

“Now the writings on the wall, it’s an omen, you just run the automations…”

I say your mind is the analogue computer, your body it’s interface with reality. Which begs the question, is analogue dead yet?

Peace D

Will I Make March

My personal plan with WordPress expires in March 2019 and I’ve already had the hassling emails about price increases etc (well technically you now have to pay for the domain on top of the plan, which in my books is basically a price increase).

So though I may have 200 followers, only 20 odd are active and I’m not sure I want to fork out that amount to continuously spout bad Poetry from the mouth of a bipolary. If there’s a free plan I can default to in March I’ll stay, if not we’ll I guess my Web page precence that first started in 1999 comes to an end. To think I once live streamed to 60,000 music fans. How the world turns.

Will I miss it. Probably not. I have made something more precious than net infamy, something that can’t be quantified or packaged and sold. Nor will I let it be indexed here.

{Third week without a cigarette to}

Peace D

Minnow

“I read your poetry so I don’t need to know you.” So a few lines of text have defined my hue, my colour, my essence, wrapped up to be neatly disposed.

Did I toil night after night on those words no, but your lack of interest shows, the world has a shallow end with minnows like you, who would never be impressed by anything I said or do.

It’s a shame but that’s how the world spins, and when I stare at the moon it will be quite easy to forget that you, maybe, are staring at it to.

D December 2018

Digital Highway to Hell

We all leave a trace of ourselves out there wherever we go.

Sometimes it’s only fair that we reap what we sow.

They call for the singularity and I say “hell no” .

We cross that line there is no retreat, no safe zone.

No little place in the corner of the server to call our own.

When ‘he’ shows up I’ll have my pitch fork and 300 baud modem ready.

Until then just got to keep it calm and steady; as I’ve seen where this digital highways ends… Not a place for ‘likes’ with ‘friends’.

Every key press recorded, every moment ordered, categorized, analysed, summarised.

Are you a human unit worth keeping? Or we will wash up on a beach, smartphone phone in hand, far far away from your homeland.

D September 2018

I know you.

I know you, I saw you stretch your young copper tapped fingers across the globe. You loved all of us in a unity of love and with a will that would not be bowed.

Then you shifted, you separated us and set us like dogs against each other. Promising all the way that out there was a better life, better you and better lover.

Now you relagate me to some dark corner, I know there is only one way out and that’s the big off. But I stay for a while to see how tense you pull the wires. For I know you are just the sire, for darkness of a far greater fire.

I know you, has your artificial codex of Turin worked me out yet? Category assignment possibly, but always that percentage of wrong targets, I’ll be the error you’ll almost forget.

D May 2018

Digital Wife

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So now we’re bound by copper, fibre optics and crammed transistors. You dance in the electronic dark with your sisters.

Leaving bread crumbs so obvious for me to follow. Asking for money friends payment for your silence but your threat is hollow.

You cannot offer me anything but more torture and pain and constant accusations that I’m insane.

For I know your not her, my digital wife would not be so crass. I don’t care if you call me a grass.

It’s you who is vulnerable with your lies exposed. I didn’t even need to use my computer to make it so.

My wife wraps her wings around me and we cuddle in the world’s information glow. For we know the places you can’t go.

Check your filter, adjust your meter, fly away Paul, fly away Peter….

D April 2018

(Just for note I’m not referring to mind fump in the last line, I’m talking about a much more ancient Peter.)

PS: Had a conjugate phone call from BT to see if they could ‘win me over’ but when I mentioned that my current ISP uses BT as their carrier they said ‘how you finding our sister company?’. After making a poem post about digital sisters I found myself triggered for a moment. Anyway for my clarity I was talking about collectives and some individuals, not net infrastructure companies, while taking about sisters/brothers. To be honest my current ISP kicks arse and I’m glad they are supported in some extent by BT. Also as I just configured my new router to work with it all so I’m not about to upset the apple cart. The most important thing I need in all areas of my life now is stability.

Peace D