Week 6: TNCs Using EULAs and ISPs Tracking your IP to Protect IPs



Just like we saw earlier in the session the formation of the early stock exchanges in the squares and streets of Amsterdam, so too the Dutch may have developed the future of online regulation. As outlined by Harvard Internet Law Professor (I swear it’s a thing) Jonathan Zittrain, in the Dutch city of Drachten, after removing almost all forms of traffic signage and regulation, traffic accidents actually decreased (Zittrain, 2008. p. 127). Of course, the implication is obvious. Zittrain then goes on to equate the ‘unsafe is safe’ experiment to, in particular, regulation on Wikipedia. The idea being that, ultimately, self regulation would lead to a more honest, open and constructive environment.

I see the logic and I understand the sentiment behind this, but I’m as yet ready to accept it completely. As Zittrain suggests it is possible that when a security protocol is removed, a citizenry may carry on undisturbed, choosing to respect rules and boundaries, but I believe that it’s difficult to translate this notion to a situation, in this case the internet, which provides almost guaranteed anonymity.


Zittrain, J. (2008). ‘The Lessons of Wikipedia’, in The Future of the Internet and How to Stop It (pp. 127-148). New Haven, CT: Yale University Press


Week 5: 80% of the Memes are Controlled by 20% of the People #wakeup #occupy

Let’s talk about something called the Pareto Principle. Essentially, the principle states that it is a weirdly common occurrence to have 80% of something to be caused, owned or operated by 20% of something. Examples include the distribution of money, the ownership of land and, most importantly, meme control. I put it to you that this is because these things snowball. Having money makes it easier to have more money (interest, high yield investment, etc), and the same is true of attention economics. Having attention allows you to greater create more attention for yourself. The more widespread you are, the more attention you get and you spread further to get more attention.

I know we’re suposed to talk about iFeudals, and this sorta ties in, but I’m sure you’re sick of talking about that, so I’ll just go on.

Now, what’s interesting, is that we don’t necessarily need to produce first hand to produce attention. Indeed, look at your facebook feed and see how many meme aggregator pages you follow. These pages harvest the best memes and send them out on their page, taking all the attention and handing nothing or very little onto the meme farmer. They get rich off our labour.

I’ll leave you there, the powers that be try to silence me with a word count that I’ve maxed out. #illuminerty

Week 5: Catholic Priests, Cinema and the Communal Space

I’m not the best person to talk to about cinema. Film I love, but the cinema? Nothing appeals to me less than forcing myself out of my small, dark, quiet room only to force myself into a larger, darker, louder room. Especially to watch a film, which I for whatever reason, consider a solo activity. Quite to the disdain of my girlfriend, I’d rather watch the film than cuddle or woo. She’s always trying to kiss me and what not. Just watch the movie, Liv. Moreover the prospect of sharing a space with a bunch of strangers and then relying on their silence to enjoy something really puts me on edge. You can’t trust people. At worst they talk and at best they do that annoyingly loud mouth breathing. People are the worst.

It’s for these reasons that I avoid the cinema, and it is with this predisposition that I rarely enter one. Again, it’s with these prejudices that I enter my discussion of a cinema experience I legitimately enjoyed.

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Brendan Gleeson is and always will be the face of a priest for me. Even before I saw him in the 2014 film Calvary, something about him was just priestly. I was really excited for this film. I love McDonaugh, I love Gleeson and I’m a sucker for depressing comedy. Lucky for me, due to a whole bunch of international limited releases, the film was already screening online. I nabbed myself a copy, locked myself away and gorged myself on the film. It was everything I was hoping for and more.

I loved it. Possibly a little too much, because before I knew what I was doing I made the commitment to see this at a cinema. The old, independent Empire cinema in my home town, Bowral, just happened to be showing it so I ventured up the mountain one day, mustering a likewise inclined friend to attend it with me.

This is where it gets interesting. I was tentative about going into the cinema. I rallied, though, and pushed through the doors. As my eyes adjusted, I was greeted by the beauty of an almost empty theater. There must have been only 6 or 8 other people in there. I was officially excited. As we walked through the aisles, taking the kings choice of seats, I assessed my fellow movie goers and they assessed me. It was a little hilarious, almost like a western of sorts. There was a lot of older couples, all well sunk into the seats. Though the movie wasn’t to start for another 5 minutes, it seemed like they had arrived days early to get the seats they wanted. We were easily the youngest people there by approximately half a century and no doubt our elders were waiting for us to start screaming ‘yolo’ while drinking vodka cruisers.

We sat down in silence. Surrounded by the grumpy, the suspicious and the apparently anti-social I felt at home. Regardless of how accurate my assumptions were, I felt that the people surrounding me were fellow film lovers dragged out of their respective natural environments and forced into the minefield that is the modern cinema by our anticipation and love for this film. We all waited for each other to ruin it for everyone else, but the ruin never came. The room eventually darkened and the film began. Afterwards, when the lights came back on, we all seemed much happier with each other. There were awkward smiles and even a brief comment about the film as we walked out. Just as the film had reached its satisfying conclusion, we had all steered our way through a possibly disastrous social outing and we were all proud of it.

Now, the actual bit that relates this to class. I was always skeptical of the cinema experience and, indeed, I still am. The bad experiences far outweigh the good, but after that screening I understood the ideal of the cinema experience. The ideal that a community, be it you and all your friends or me and a whole bunch of grumpy old people, can come together to share a space and consume the same media at the same time not just for economic or access reasons, but in an attempt to enhance the experience. The communal experience became a multiplier for the film, enhancing the cinematic event to so much more than a simple screening and it was amazing.

I saw the film once more, that time taking some family. Though not to the same level, the experience was still good. Perhaps because the room was a little fuller, perhaps because I was surrounded by people I knew more than strangers or perhaps simply because I had seem the film twice by then, I don’t know. What I do know is that I’ve been hoping for a similar experience that I doubt I will ever have again.

A tad dramatic? Yeah, but this degree is all about making shit dramatic so deal with it.