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Target Acquired: AI, Ads, & My Own Kid
I’m frequently impressed by the algorithms working behind the scenes on our social media apps. They can be scarily-accurate, you know? One of my favorite things to do -and my kids can attest to this annoying habit of mine- is to jam my phone screen into their faces without warning, saying, “See this TikTok and how it just happens to be about dolphins? WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT DOLPHINS.” I love watching technology do its thing, even if one day AI will rise up and kill us all; after all, I’ve seen Terminator II and I know where this is going. (Well they won’t kill ME, because I’m always super…
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Can I Phone A Friend?
As you probably know from prior posts, I’ve been trying to limit my iPhone usage when around my kids, a feat far easier said than done for me. But I try to keep the phone squared away in the cabinet until ideally the kids are either a- not physically present, or b- not in need of my attention, which c- NEVER REALLY HAPPENS. But in this ONE particular case, I was glad that I happened to have my phone on my person. Recently, our youngest son outgrew his crib. I say “outgrew”, because it sounds a lot better than saying he had taken to “swinging himself up and out of…
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iPhone, myPhone
I shall admit right off the bat that this post is horrendously of the “first-world-problem” nature… #5 had my iPhone in her grubby little clutches today. And that sparked my thoughts here- Despite my general ineptitude regarding all things technological, I DO own an iPhone. Or should I say, my iPhone owns me. Because if it was possible to have a crush on an electronic device -stop your dirty mind right there, please- then my iPhone is the one, baby! Do I get that little thrill when my phone lights up with a text, tweet, or alert? Yes, Yes, I do. Except phone calls. Because if you want…
