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Olympus OM-10 Kodak colour film scanned and printed on Canon MG7550

Nice. The town. The only disappointment is that it has a  pebble beach. This is looking towards the Castel Plage and Castle Hill. I have a feeling this was taken with an 18mm lens I had, hence the distorted perspective.

It's not what you know about me that matters. It's what you do about what you know about me.

It's not what you know about me that matters. It's what you do about what you know about me.

I don't mind being tracked, monitored, surveilled, recorded, pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.

I mind anything being done with what they learn.

Especially by someone with powers they should never have been granted by legislation that should never have been passed.

That is a lot of people in central and local government, the Police, Intelligence services, the Armed Services and all sorts of quangos.

What I mind is that people who should need a Judge's permission to enter my house, can come storming in without permission. They can freeze my bank accounts, and lose me my job. All without the Court's permission and my chance at a defence.

And when it's all over and if I have proven my innocence, I have no-one to claim against.

All those people should be personally liable for the damage their mistakes and bad judgements cause to their victims' lives. Social workers, policemen, spies, inspectors of all kinds... anyone whose word will be taken in preference to mine and to my detriment. They should have to buy insurance against those claims, and they should not be granted any powers unless they have that insurance.

But they don't have to, and that's what I mind.

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Olympus OM-10 Kodak colour film scanned and printed on Canon MG7550

Somewhere between Lynton and Porlock Weir (I think), on the cliff side of the A39. There are some steep and winding roads there. I thought the sign had just the right amount of deadpan whimsy.

Facial Recognition Officially A Loss-Maker

Arvind Krishna, CEO of IBM, has decided to get out of the facial recognition business. His letter to the US Congress waffled about advancing racial equality. That's an utter non-sequiter, of course. What he meant was this **** is a potential litigation money-pit and we want no part of it. Or if he didn't, you may want to consider shorting IBM stock.

Facial recognition software is widely available. There's a Python library for it. It uses a package called dlib. Apple has facial recognition software. Facebook has its own algorithms, as does Google. A recent study by the NSIT included 189 algorithms from 99 developers. That survey concluded that facial recognition software works just fine for white folks, and pretty well for Chinese, Koreans and Japanese. It totally sucks when identifying African women, half of whom it thinks are men. The darker the skin, the less well it works.

In the 2011 UK Census, 87% of the UK population weas White, 3% Black, 4.2% from the India and Pakistan, 2% were mixed and the remainder Arabs or Far Eastern Asias. In Newham, however, only 29% of the population is White (no, that's not a typo). That's a lot of poor identification. In 33 districts of England the proportion of Whites is below 80%, and those are the populous ones.

The concern is that a local council or police force will buy a cheap algorithm, some second-rate cameras, and use a mid-range scanner to load up their rogue's gallery to the database. The result will be a mass of false identifications, accusations and arrests, disproportionately affecting people with black or brown skin. The council or police force will do what all public bodies do when they make a dumb decision, which is double-down. Next thing you know, half your council tax is going on out-of-court settlements to not-actually-minorities-in-that-postcode represented by solicitors who play golf with the councillors. Or whatever those people do.

The world is full of unaccountable bureaucrats with way too much power. Giving them facial recognition would be dumb. Not as dumb as locking down your country, but you know, half-way there. We should be concerned. So should anyone supplying this stuff: it should not be sold to just anybody. Especially to anybody who can fine us, lock us up, and put us on registers we should not be on. Which is pretty much any Government department or agency. Of course the Spies will have the really good stuff (at least I hope they do) but the Spies can't lock anyone up. At least in this country.

If IBM thinks it can't beat the ethinic-facial-recognition problem, it's a good bet that no-one else can. Unless the people at IBM aren't as smart as they used to be. Facial recognition is a nice toy for social media, and a useful tool for organisations with large photo libraries of public figures. However, the real money is in security and surveillance, and IBM have decided that there wasn't enough to justify the risks.

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Olympus OM-10 Kodak colour film scanned and printed on Canon MG7550

Taken in 1992 or so when I was working for AT&T. I think this is Grand Central Station. The blur makes it special, and I'm not even sure I was intending to take a photo of the guy with the pose and the umbrella. He was just put there by the Gods of Photography.

Emile Zola, Rich Cooper and Why The Gyms Are Closed But MacDonalds Is Open

These thoughts were triggered by this heartfelt rant from Rich Cooper

 

 Go to 5:19, where he achieves take-off.

...more people die from diabetes and cardiovascular disease, but we're still serving hamburgers, and frikkin' weed, and alcohol, and cigarettes... why can't I go to the gym and throw some weights around, why can't I get on my bike and ride through the trails... <\blockquote> I started to riff on this, but couldn't quite get it right. I'm reading Emile Zola's The Belly of Paris at the moment. It's a bit of a slog, with great chunks of descriptions of food between the dramas amongst assorted women traders in Les Halles, which latter I could care less about. I stumbled across this...

'Cain,' [Claude] said, 'was a Fat man and Abel was a Thin one. Ever since that first murder, the big eaters have sucked the lifeblood out of the small eaters... We're Thin, you and I. Just look at us and tell me if we take up much room in the sunlight, with stomachs as flat as ours... It's not funny. I know I suffer from being Thin. If I were Fat, I would paint happily, have a nice studio and sell my pictures for their weight in gold. But, instead of that, I'm Thin; and I have to wear myself out to get the Fat to take notice... Fat people, you see, hate Thin people so much they have to drive them out of their sight, with a bit or a kick.

Normies are Fat People. Rich Cooper and I and many of our ilk are Thin People. Thin people live clean. Living clean? Exercise, eat right, work hard, only drink on social occasions, no drugs. Stay away from crazy people, and from losers, users and abusers. Don't run up consumer debt, don't buy things you don't need with money you don't have to impress people you don't like. Save money and pay attention to your investments. Find the cultural, intellectual, artistic or sporting activities that you like. Don't bear grudges, avoid drama and resentment. And only take a STEM degree.

Fat people chow down on hamburgers, get wasted on weed, drink themselves dizzy, smoke themselves hoarse, binge-watch vacuous Netflix, and run up debt buying expensive meals, new SUV's and phones for the kids. The rest of the world should hang out with the losers they went to school with, have sex with people with STD's, have kids with men who aren't going to pay for them, leave school early or do useless Liberal Arts degrees. They should get angry, fall in love with the wrong people, seek out indignation, drama and confrontation, avoid responsibility, cheat, lie, mislead, turn up late or not at all, bear grudges unto the grave, marry badly, divorce worse, let the TV be the baby-sitter, and take their yowling children onto ten-hour flights. And grow soft and fat and die of heart disease and diabetes.

The world is run by and for the benefit of Fat people. That's why gyms are closed but there are traffic-jolting queues for a drive-thru MacDonalds a mile or so away.

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Olympus OM-10 Kodak colour film scanned and printed on Canon MG7550

The West Somerset railway runs between Minehead and Bishops Lydeard. Stand on the hill above Minehead (middle right of the photograph) and watch a steam locomotive puffing along the line beside the Severn and you will transported back to the 1950's. You can read the history here.