Thursday, August 1, 2019

Pierwalker Log: August 1, 2019

Writing start: 8:35 A.M.
Finish: 2:19 P.M.
Total new words (est.): 500
Edited (est.): 6800

1. Failure: Off till 8/5

2. Book Three Melody: 400 new words
Notes: Like so many of the chapters in this book, this one is going to be very fun to write.

3. Angel: Book Three: Off till 8/6

4. Random Chance Book Two: Sixth primary edit of chapter three

5. Port Story: Off till 8/7

6. Hidden Bookmarks: Fourth primary edit of chapter two

7. LOTR: 100 new words
Notes: The chapter is finished! I'll start the primaries Saturday!

8. T-Bag: Off

Special Projects: Worked on "Looking Out Her Bedroom Window" (Melody BIII).

Extra notes: A video you need to watch. Harrison Ford gives an impassioned speech about saving nature. You'll go to bed a changed person.


That is, of course, if you have anything approaching a soul. Many of you don't.


It's been what?--more than a week now?--since I've looked at this blog's stats. I'm proud of myself. I have no idea beyond the first five or six posts (the stats of which are impossible to miss) what's going on as far as outsiders--bots or humans (it's impossible to tell which is which)--are doing with this blog.

My intention is never to look at my stat page again. The data on display there ... it has no actual purpose other than to addict me. That I am now utterly convinced of. It gives no actually useful information: I have no idea whether or not any give pageview is from a person or a bot; I have no idea what's actually being looked at, and for how long; I have no idea what actual utility or enjoyment any person is getting from it ...

Google created the stats for one and only one purpose: to addict the end user.

But then, Google isn't alone in this evil. I'm a member of Reddit, and that giant platform does the same thing as well. So does Facebook. So does Twitter. So do they all.

Kye and I plan to watch the just-released documentary The Great Hack. Watch the trailer. As Jaron Lanier has warned, this shit--the use of data to manipulate whole populations--is an extinction-level event, meaning it has the capacity to kill us all as a consequence, and very likely will.

I take great pride in not being a member of Facebook or Twitter. I quit Facebook in 2010 and never looked back. Facebook, being the typical evil-as-fuck corporation, did not delete my data or my profile, despite many demands that they do so; as a result, my profile was hacked and appropriated by Russians, who used it to troll pro-Trump and anti-democracy horseshit to my so-called followers. Only in 2017 did they agree, finally, to delete it--but only after demanding all sorts of ridiculous proof that I was who I said I was.

(Interesting that they suddenly had a concern over my identity. But they didn't. They just didn't want to delete my profile, and have since made it impossible for users to do so.)

I tried Twitter several times, finally giving up on it somewhere in the 2014 -15 range. It too is a mendacious, malicious platform, and, like Facebook, should be held to severe account for all the damage they have done to so many people, not to mention democracies and human rights around the world.

But then ... here I am on Blogger--a Google platform. Google wrote the goddamned book on data rape and exploitation and profiting from both to the greatest degree possible. Google came up with that useless stat tracker, the one that snagged me.

I use Blogger because I'm familiar with it, having used it in the past. Wordpress doesn't seem all that easy or friendly to use; but if Blogger ever went defunct, I'd take this blog there. I'm absolutely certain that Wordpress is no better than Google in terms of moral standards and respecting users' privacy. They don't. For me, it's the devil I know. It's really that simple.


This blog is my digital home, and I'm fiercely protective of it. I'm very proud of the work I've done on it, and how it looks. It is the best author blog in the world.

Life is simply too short to fret over who, or what, visits it. As I recover from this addiction, I can see, more and more clearly, that with respect to this blog and my work, there are only two numbers that mean anything whatsoever. They are, in order of importance:

1. My royalties to date; and
2. The number of people I know who directly, publicly, and positively 
involve themselves with both

That is it.

Pageviews mean zero. Less than zero.

Fuck Google. Fuck them to hell.