Monday, 27 January 2020

How I deleted facebook #deletefacebook

It took about 9.5 months to delete myself from Facebook.

Luke Skywalker deleted Facebook on the same day. I am in good company. The original StarWars came out the year I was born. Somehow my sisters convinced our whole family to go. I lasted till Darth Vader and spent the rest of the time in the lobby.

I was an early adopter joining Facebook when it was important to say which school you were from.

I saw the rise of apps, advertisements and algorithms.

I wanted to delete my account when Cambridge Analytica broke. I had an inkling earlier that my time on Facebook was making me angry and sad.

I realised given my work I can talk to people with unfounded opinions pretty easily. I can also talk to myself about subjects I know little about.

I prefer Reddit if I am interested in a specialist topic. If I'm feeling crazy I dive into twitter. I am pretty convinced that most of the insane posts on twitter are bots.

I broke ties on the first of March. I had a relapse in October but that was it.

Things I missed.

Specialist groups that do not have an Instagram presence. I realise Instagram is owned by Facebook. I realise that over 10% of instagram is bots
Birthday messages. I received about 10 internet messages, something you will miss if you take the plunge.

How I deleted Facebook?

I personally messaged people I want to retain contact with my email address and contact phone number for signal.

I migrated my Facebook birthdays for my contacts a long time ago.

I backed up my entire Facebook account.

I read Permanent record by Edward Snowden.

If I have something really important to say I will say it in person if at all possible, then a private message or email.

I do actually enjoy talking to people and private messaging. It's more bespoke.

The final straw

Facebook is so addictive that when you delete your account if you log in within 30 days your account is enabled. This makes me think your data is always part of Facebook and is used in apps like Instagram.

I do not miss Facebook.

Monday, 20 January 2020

Thank you.

For the past six months I have been wading through a swampish malaise of discontent. Despite my blog or Instagram feed. I am an intensely private person. I tend to sit apart at social gatherings and am fond of letting people come to me.

However, my quagmire has left me to confide in people I trust. When broaching a tender subject it is hard to guage how a person will react. I am happy to say 99% of you have been very thoughtful and kind. I appreciate the checking in and empathy.

To you I thank.

You know I would do the same.

Thursday, 9 January 2020

RIP Rikki

2019 still wags it's tail.

Some sobering news today. One of my Chief Engineers passed away in Antarctica earlier this week.

Rikki was the first Chief who had been younger than me although you would not know it. He had a penchant for wearing some extravagant shirts. His knowledge of birds was second to none.

As an Engineer, Rikki was a fantastic Chief. A calm temperament, great knowledge and he actually got me doing watches underway and changing fuel filters. No small feat. He was also very good with morale. We had regular bonding sessions around a youtube campfire where libations may have been consumed.

We had a great day last year doing a 4x4 excursion in La Paz. I learned a great deal I am not sure he learned much from me.

On our last crossing together we spent many an hour in the Jacuzzi after work bemoaning the lack of alcohol listening to my music with Rikki punctuating with names of birds, migratory habits and diets. He really did know a lot about birds.

When we got to Antibes he started passing himself off as a yacht broker. He really did have some terrible shirts.

Rikki left us July of last year. He joined an expedition boat and was in Antarctica.

We still maintained a healthy amount of banter. On January the 2nd Thomas and I made this video for him.

Link Warning contains profanity, smoke and a rough accent.

Life is fleeting, I've always felt I will go out on my own terms but this is very sad. Rikki was just 33 years old. Choosing a life at sea does have an inherent risk. I think the saddest thing is if something goes wrong you may be very far away from your life at home.

I won't get into details on Rikki's passing. It doesn't seem real and we are all hurting in our own way. I am very sad for his young family and for everyone who had the pleasure of knowing him.

What I am happy about is that Rikki was loving Antarctica and the unique fauna.

Goodbye Rikki we shall be drinking out of box 222 for you later.

I am convinced the pain the world is in at the moment is the last death throws of 2019 and a 12-year astrological cycle. The new Chinese new year and 12-year procession will begin on the 25th of January. My birthday. Hang in there.