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Private is private

Regarding private IMs:

Think about that a moment if you will. How many times has someone copied and pasted IM conversation they had with someone else and shared it with you? How many notecards have you seen where private IM conversations are quoted? How many times have you done these things yourself? insert wind noises.......crickets sounds....avatars looking around avoiding eye contact.....Yeah.

Every now and then, someone will send me a notecard or an email or an IM containing content from private IMs.

Unless someone's life or livelihood is at stake, I really don't want to know.

she said this and he said that and he went to her and she said to him and we all got together and talked to her and she said that he said that she said this but really said that and...

DELETED.

Sent again?

MUTED.

So, if I don't wanna know any of this garbage, I have the logging turned off, right?

Wrong.

You see, I live in a One Party State. It doesn't matter what state or country you're in: Texans have the right to keep a transcript or recording of a conversation they're a part of and don't have to tell you dick.

Do we?

Well, most of us are too busy, too drunk, too lazy, and too stupid to do it on a regular basis. But those that do, well, if you're not trying to put a knife in our backs, you've got nothing to worry about.

The hard drive fills up fast, so the logs are often the first pile of chaff to hit the digital furnace... crackle crackle... sizzle sizzle... POOF!

On top of that, I, for one, am too much of a raving egomaniac, solipsistic mind junky, and mirror-struck narcissist to give a rat's ass what most folks say. If I keep a transcript, it's to comb later for my own lines... comedic material and one liners for my various writing projects.

ha ha ha that was funny oh that line sucks ooooh that's good for a story and WOW i'd better put that down in the good file and... blech

Hey, it's only show biz, eh. I can't improv everything, you know.


I think I've explored the concept of technology outpacing our evolution as a species, providing near-perfect and timestamped recall of events.

But then, if that's the case, where the historical record is instant and tagged and searchable and right there for review, why do lies still exist?

I guess we need them in order to get folks elected into public office. Otherwise, public officials would die out as a subspecies.

If you're really paranoid, use Voice.

Comments (3)

Golly, I've managed to completely miss that aspect of SaLad. Mind you, I'm not complaining.

I keep the logs because I can't remember who i know, why, and what we've talked about. (digital Alzheimer's?) Mainly put, people come to me asking for things months later after our last conversation. Others talk a few days or weeks, but with everything else going on, I can't keep track. People get upset if you don't remember them. And me, I can't remember jack (and Joe, Jim, Johnny, Jeremy, etc.). I am a one-minded person so ... you know. I just can't keep track of it all. Logging conversations helps me find out how I know the person. (Second Life is literally another persons life that I control). Of course, every time I install a new client, I have to remember to point to my log directory. I keep the logs regardless of hard drive space. Usually there is something bigger that can go, like those machinima clips or podcasts that I never get around to publishing. ;)

Pond Nitely:

Those who converse with me do not know it, but I leave logging off; I barely have time to deal with the here and now, have none left for what has passed. This aspect of communicating in this environment has been the cause of much back-spacing, as I remember that any written word can come back to haunt you.

Unfortunately too, the result of this is a communiy of guarded, once-bitten inhabitants, who withdraw into a stylized and structured verbal dance in open chat. How 'bout y'all simply leave your woot woot at home, and just talk :)

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