plinky [he/him]

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Cake day: October 8th, 2022

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  • It can be used to spy on any decent scientist who will send papers his/hers/theirs institution has access to, but their friend doesn’t. Much fun. As a reminder, publishers don’t pay reviewers, don’t pay for additional research, editing is typically minimal, and research is funded publicly, so what they own is social capital of owning big journal




  • Moz has bought an outfit, founded in 2022 by former Meta executives, that among other things helps advertisers and ad networks measure how well online adverts are performing and that they are being seen by the right audiences, in a way that ideally preserves people’s privacy.

    Asked to whether the Anonym deal represents a new strategic direction for Mozilla, the representative replied, “Anonym’s approach helps to democratize privacy-centric advertising by offering an approach that levels the playing field and prevents a winner-take all internet. In that way, it provides a compelling competitive vision to those proposed by the dominant ad platforms today, where data is consolidated behind their already high garden walls and advertisers and consumers are asked to trust them that they are protecting privacy.”

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  • The shortest-lived creatures on the Disc were mayflies, which barely make it through twenty-four hours. Two of the oldest zigzagged aimlessly over the waters of a trout stream, discussing history with some younger members of the evening hatching. “You don’t get the kind of sun now that you used to get, “ said one of them. “You’re right there. We had proper sun in the good old hours. It were all yellow. None of this red stuff.” “It were higher, too.” “It was. You’re right.” “And nymphs and larvae showed you a bit of respect.” “They did. They did,” said the other mayfly vehemently. “I reckon, if mayflies these hours behaved a bit better, we’d still be having proper sun.” The younger mayflies listened politely. “I remember, “ said one of the oldest mayflies, “when all this was fields, as far as you could see.” The younger mayflies looked around. “It’s still fields,” one of them ventured, after a polite interval. “I remember when it was better fields,” said the old mayfly sharply. “Yeah, “ said his colleague. “And there was a cow.” “That’s right! You’re right! I remember that cow! Stood right over there for, oh, forty, fifty minutes. It was brown, as I recall.” “You don’t get cows like that these hours.” “You don’t get cows at all.”