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One of the young (20?) interns at work was completely surprised that I know who Sylvan Esso is, and that I listen to a lot of EDM and electro-pop, including some that she’d never heard of.

Most people die before they get old. I’d prefer the opposite.

On a related note, there’s a group of older people in my office who nearly every day talk about how great the Rolling Stones or Yes! or some bands from the 1980s were and how all music is terrible now — and if I have to listen to that litany of despair and surrender again, I think I will blast out some Rameses B from my computer.

Surveil

I never thought I’d live in a world where people gleefully subject themselves to surveillance and control technologies like Facebook and this garbage.

Sure, I will put Alexa in my home — a device that literally listens to all my conversations and sends them to who knows where.

That sounds like a great idea. Sign me up. Really avoids inconveniencing the NSA, FBI, etc. Instead of bothering to bug my domicile, I pay all the costs. It’s laissez-faire snooping. Ah, the glories of market-based solutions.

If you’d told me Trump would be president when I was a kid — ok, sounds weird, but maybe.

If you’d told me that people would willingly subject themselves to Facebook’s program of surveillance and manipulation, and would voluntarily pay to place bugging devices in their homes and would also carry tracking devices in their pockets at all times — I would’ve thought you to be absolutely raving mad and would’ve laughed at you.

But here we are.