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19 posts tagged Mrs. Tragos
I haven’t had the time to fully work through my thoughts on this (so I may shift), but here is my reaction to tumblr’s new policy, which seems to be being very positively received.
1) Tumblr is a private company and has complete decision-making authority over what users can do with their service….
I agree that if a social media platform bans certain content, people will find another place to post it.
Now that Facebook has banned pics of earwax I look forward to following fuckyeahearwax.tumblr.com…. More seriously, I am impressed with Tumblr’s new efforts to help protect people, and to connect people who search for things like “thinspiration” and other self-harm related terms with organizations that can help. How else can Tumblr use their power for good and why should they try?Tumblr, Facebook, Google, Skype, Blackberry and a host of other companies have come under fire this year because they wield these special powers to record how people connect and we are just processing the consequences. These companies sometimes appear to me like novice superheroes who have just begun to acknowledge their special powers and now must hone their skills and agonize over how to use their powers for good while the other characters have to up their game.The most interesting question for me is: with the massive amount of information that people (particularly minors) now share about themselves, consciously and unconsciously on the internet, who is allowed to use, censor and profit from that information?Two days ago Barack Obama released his new “plan to Protect Privacy in the Internet Age by Adopting a Consumer Privacy Bill of Rights”. I think this is fascinating. Does this mean you can chose “Do Not Track” so that at least advertisers can’t target you? Can we now erase our google search histories through the EFF? Is deleting all this stuff the best way to protect ourselves and our kids? How will the new codes of conduct for social media be understood?Also, two days ago, the nytimes published an article “Trying to find a cry of desperation amid the Facebook drama”. They discuss how various people (therapists, house fellows, parents) have used Facebook updates as critical alerts to adolescent distress. They mention a suicide that was averted by a Mom reading her daughter’s update, a therapist who uses Facebook to gain a window into her client’s mental state and, of course, Facebook’s “unwieldy” suicide report feature. What do you think about this? Do Facebook and Tumblr have any responsibility to read the content of what people post and try to prevent self-harm? Is this too impractical to even consider as an option? When are people old enough to understand what the implications of posting something suicidal might be in the future? Is it OK for employers to make hiring decisions based on information gathered from a potential employee’s internet history? What about when it involves “national security” etc? Would you have hired Bradley Manning had you seen his Facebook updates!? If your Facebook friend or someone you follow on Tumblr wrote something suicidal, what are your responsibilities?And, moving away from concerns about self-injury, what do you do if someone posts something that could “harm society”? Last August, during the riots in London, people began to blame Blackberry, Facebook and Twitter for their roles in facilitating the riots. David Cameron said “when people are using social media for violence we need to stop them. So we are working with the police, the intelligence services and industry to look at whether it would be right to stop people communicating via these websites and services when we know they are plotting violence, disorder and criminality…I have also asked the police if they need any other new powers.” The Home Secretary planned a meeting with the heads of Facebook, Blackberry (RIM) and Twitter. In response, human rights and freedom of speech people got together and wrote a rather wonderful open letter. This letter included:It is reasonable to review the existing legal regime to ensure that it appropriately fits new technologies. However, turning off, restricting or monitoring people’s communications networks are matters that require extreme care and open, detailed deliberation.We are very concerned that new measures, made in good faith but in a heated political environment, will overextend powers in ways that would be susceptible to abuse, restrict legitimate, free communication and expression and undermine people’s privacy. This is especially so if proposals involve unaccountable voluntary arrangements between law enforcement and communications providers.In the end many people agreed that it was the police (underfunded, undertrained, woefully behind technologically) who needed to up their game. Psychology Today chimed in and said not to blame social media sites because they were “just a tool”…Like a gun? Like a car (do we need some kind of drivers’ ed?)? Like a printing press? Of course, I notice my own attitudes to this issue change depending on whether social media is being used to foster social revolt against some despotic regime that I don’t like or when my local high street is being destroyed by rioters. What do you think? Should police ever be given new powers to override privacy settings on social media sites? Just thinking about this in light of the phone-hacking scandals and Leveson Inquiry gives me the heebie jeebies.Skype has also recently come under attack because a number of crimes have been “witnessed” on Skype, including the drowning of a baby girl in Norway, a rape in Canada, and a suicide in India. The problem is that records of Skype calls are not being kept. Should they be? What about deleted posts from social media sites? Should Tumblr be keeping records of posts for use in future investigations? For example a post that was a suicide note, directions for inciting a specific riot, evidence of cyber-bullying etc.? Obviously Tumblr is not just a tool and their efforts to keep people safe prove that they are ethically savvy, but what incentives are there to help them make decisions like this?My husband and I have a 5 month old daughter and this has recently affected the way we think about censorship. We also live in a country (Turkey) whose rules about censorship are quite different from those that we grew up with in the UK and US. I want my daughter to be able to grow up with a good understanding of how the information she gives and receives via the internet is used and I’m more worried about her not being allowed to express herself than about her seeing something that will negatively affect her. I am also aware that by the time she is 12 I may think about this very differently. She’s currently sleepily sucking down her breakfast while I type and the days where she can crawl seem far off, let alone the days when she can surf the internet and open herself up to social media…Anyhow, she’s beginning to want to play so…I may have to start the earwax blog another time :)
Mrs. Tragos offers an insightful and constructive set of questions and commentary on the role censorship will play in the life and evolution of social media. Very well worth a read, if I don’t say so myself.
Iona is 4m now! We were hanging out at this bookstore in Ankara yesterday and Chris was excited about the Turkish edition of Ulysses that he found. Iona was excited about touching all the surfaces in the bookstore including the giant Ulysses on the wall behind us. She couldn’t quite grasp it…There’s another pic of us on NYE, one of her taking a quick kip and another of her playing peek-a-boo. I’m biased and stuff but she really is the best thing ever…
The most recent report from Mrs. Tragos…
Action:
10pm Board overnight train from Istanbul to Ankara with my husband and baby 2 moth old girl.
Thoughts:
Woohoo! We made it!
Speech:
"Chris, Iona, this is awesome!"
Blankets etc:
There are sheets and 2 enormous blankets on the bunks. The train compartment is toasty warm. Train conductor comes in, sees baby Iona and gives us another enormous blanket, I toss them all in the corner.
Action:
2.30am Train is stopped, Iona wakes up, chortles with delight as we're doing a diaper change.
Thoughts:
We've been stopped for rather a long time, Iona's fed, when we start up again it'll be easy for her to go back to sleep. There's no way Chris can sleep through Iona's happy squeals...
Speech (Chris, sleepily):
"Hey little Iona, are you wide awake?"
Speech (me):
"There's quite a kerfuffle outside, Chris, there's all these train personnel in the hallway messing with the electric board."
Blankets etc:
Train compartment is pretty warm but getting cooler. Electricity is out. Conductor comes in with a torch while I'm breastfeeding and gives us 2 more enormous blankets. Maybe I will need one after all...
Action:
4.30am I have moved all our blankets except the 2 for Chris onto the bunk I'm sharing with Iona. Iona's also swaddled with all her burping cloths, her snowsuit, her hat and is pressed against me.
Thoughts:
Fuck I'm cold and poor little Iona's face (the only part of her exposed) is getting cold.
Speech:
Groan, shiver.
Blankets etc:
If I make Chris come down to our bunk then maybe we can share body heat...and those 2 extra blankets? Could we even all fit?
Thoughts:
6am Argh! It's so cold! Iona's asleep but if she wakes up or needs a diaper change how in the world can we keep her warm?
Speech:
Chris! We have a problem!!! Iona's going to get really cold and our train won't get in for 2hrs...I don't know what else to do?
...Action:
Chris (dressed in running shorts, T-shirt and short white socks) awakes and gets a primitive look in his eyes. He leaps from the top bunk, races outside into the freezing train compartment and down the train screaming for a train conductor. A few compartments full of frozen Chinese tourists crack open and women swaddled in parkas and blankets watch Chris race about. Chris locates a train carriage which does have electricity and a few conductors. He explains we have to move into the other compartment right now.
Blankets etc:
A wagon full of people, who look more like plaid blankets than people, follow semi-clad Chris to the warm wagon.
Action:
8 am We leave our toasty compartment in the new warm wagon and head out to find a cab.
Thoughts:
Mmmmm, my husband, my hero...
Speech:
"Hey look Chris, all those Chinese tourists are smiling at you!"
Blankets etc:
It's good to be home...
*Tragos footnotes:
** Chris = Tragos; "I"/OKImago" = Mrs. Tragos; Iona = Baby Tragos
*** The Chinese tourists, according to me, were frightened to death to see an American berserker running full speed down the train corridor. They were in parkas and I was wearing shorts. And my hair was standing up since I basically jumped off my top bunk and ran straight out our compartment.
**** When they smiled at me, I strongly suspect it was in the hope to appease the berserker soul they had witnessed early that morning.
***** My demand to change us to the new train car was probably stated in terms people would not describe as "diplomatic"
I’m back! With new pics of baby Iona from this week…she is nearly 3 mths now. This weekend we went to Istanbul, by train, just as we did when she was pickle-sized in my womb…1 Chilling with my toy at home 2. Resting with Mommy before our big trip 3. Playing with Daddy on the train 4. Daddy found amazing Italian treats, Iona stretches out on the hotel bed 5. The mini bar area becomes a diaper/nappy changing area! 6. Crossing between Europe and Asia by ferry 7. Covered in one of the many plaid blankets from the train…Iona also said her first words this weekend: “Oh boy!” ;)
Footnotes on the above post from Mrs. Tragos.
Baby Tragos (Iona) was a champion the entire trip. While Mrs. Tragos was hard at work at a studio in Istanbul, Baby Tragos and I walked around the city for hours. You can be a flaneur, sure. But you can also be a flaneur with your baby, which is a hell of a lot better. (Admittedly, thanks to the Baby Bjorn. I was skeptical at first, but I’ve been won over completely.)
My most recent batch of books ordered from the States:
Within minutes of opening the box, I read the first two out loud to Mrs. Tragos’s stomach / Little Tragos-within.
Truth is, things are getting pretty sappy at the Loves’. We are very into our little balcony these days. We have an anniversary coming up and I’m not beyond making my husband’s dinner look like a heart. This recipe was fun though. It comes from ivillage’s list of 50 Recipes from Famous Restaurants and some are pretty exciting. Also >7m pregnant now, almost there!!!
Mrs. Tragos’s most recent report from the front.
My local supermarket has the alcohol section roped off for the election in Turkey today…
Hurriyet explains the other restrictions, all, to me, pretty fascinating:
No media outlets will be able to cover the elections or results, or give estimates or comments related to the elections, until 6 p.m. Sunday. Between 6 p.m. and 9 p.m., the media can only publish news received directly from the YSK. After 9 p.m., the YSK said, news stories can be published without restrictions.
The YSK has also banned the consumption and sale of alcoholic beverages on election day from 6 a.m. Sunday morning until 12 a.m. Monday morning. Additionally, weapons, explosives, knives and nuclear, radioactive, chemical and biological substances can only be carried by police officers and security personnel.
For the first time in Turkish history, parliamentary candidates can be as young as 25 years old, following the ratification of a 2006 amendment to Article 76 of the Constitution.
Mrs. Tragos reporting from the Turkish electoral front. It has been a day of sacrifice for the Tragos family: our dream of purchasing a nuclear powered Swiss-army-knife-and-beer-opener has been delayed yet another day.
Snow Days = Fun Food
We had two official snow days this week! I LOVE snow days. Especially because the snow really wasn’t bad at all; shops restaurants and cinemas were still open and Tragos and I had an excuse to curl up, cook, and watch everyone go sledding in the valley underneath our building. For no particular reason I started taking pics of food.
One of Tragos’ students brought us these amazing Syrian rose, fig and pistachio treats. I’d never had them before, marvelous things.
We made a few spicy dishes to stave off the cold including two of my favourite indian foods, baingan bharta and dum aloo. I never felt that it was culturally appropriate to love potatoes the way I do. People are supposed to love things like bacon, cupcakes, parfait…Potatoes are to food like ear-nibbling is to sex. Sure, people sometimes like potatoes but that’s rarely the point of a meal…you know?
Tuesday was all about crêpes. Growing up (in the UK), the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday was known as Shrove Tuesday, Fat Tuesday or Pancake Day and you were supposed to use up all the foods you might take pleasure from before things got somber and serious during Lent. If you are not used to the joys of this day the wiki page is worth a read. You will find out where people have been holding a “pancake race” since 1445, what a “festy cock” is (trust the Scottish), where coins or nails are added to the batter and (if you happen to deviantly fetishize potatoes) where you get to eat copious quantities of potato dough…
Anyway, our friends braved a blizzard and we had savoury salmon crêpes, lemon & sugar, cinnamon apple, blueberry, good ol’ nutella etc… For years I’ve been a somewhat closet vegan, in that when cooking or choosing my own foods I’d probably choose vegan but if someone was making me something or it was tricky, I’d eat anything. This may be why I get such a thrill out of cooking for people’s precise preferences. I love having a lot of people over and knowing that this person would rather not have dairy or someone else shouldn’t have sugar, gluten, shellfish or should have iron-rich foods or whatever. It keeps me on my toes and because crêpes are basically individual dishes it doesn’t make people feel picky…I didn’t take many photos (crêpes wait for no man, no camera) but I did snap a chocolate&banana one.
Shrimp & salsa supersnack!
I found the best strawberries this week. I felt strangely triumphant about it and merrily melted some chocolate and sliced up some mint. Tragos wasn’t having icecream, he was just neatly dipping his strawberries in a little pool of melted chocolate. Meanwhile I’d poured my melted chocolate over my icecream and jubilantly taken a photo…
me: I win, I win, look at my dessert!
Tragos [eying my icecream somewhat jealously]: It looks good…
me: Look, and the melted chocolate’s all frozen over it now, did you have “Ice Magic” when you were little?
Tragos: Yup, that was revolutionary…
me: It’s like Ice Magic but better and darker and thicker [I have some trouble trying to cut up the block of chocolate that now rests upon my icecream, it cracks, scoots out of my bowl and ricochets off my body].
Tragos [giggling at me]: I think you have a little chocolate on your breast.
me: Sorry, no I think it’s just all over my thigh and belly.
Tragos: No, quite a bit on your breast too; it’s where I was looking when it happened.
me [realizing he’s very right]: Er, yes.
Tragos [neatly dipping a strawberry]: See, I’m useful like that.
Tonight we get to go to the symphony (about 200m from our building). Brahms violin&cello concerto #102…
Sometimes these things happen.
“It’s just the style for Tyrian girls to sport a quiver and high laced hunting boots in crimson!”
Virgil, The Aeneid, ln. 336 - 337, Robert Fagles transl.
…virginibus Tyriis mos est gestare pharetram
purpureoque alte suras vincire cothurno.
It just so happened that Mrs. Tragos was relaxing at home listening to Robert Fagles’ translation of The Aeneid, when she came across this little bit of fashion news. It turns out that Tyrian girls liked to wear knee-high boots, and at least 2000 years before they were swish and snappy on the cool-kid streets of today.
(Note: I am much more aware of fashion 2000 years ago than of fashion now, so if my timing is off as far as current knee-high boot popularity is concerned, please go easy on me.)
As soon as Mrs. Tragos alerted me to this exciting development, I went straight to my handy-dandy Aeneid.
The boots, it turns out, are a translation of the word “cothurnus.” Cothurni were, indeed, big laced boots that actors often wore during performances of ancient tragedy. In fact, the word “cothurnus” can also mean a stiff, overly fancy-pants kind of tragedy
I doubt many of those sassy Tyrian girls were aware of how tragically fashionable those crimson (actually, purple) boots really were.
Anyhow. An evening at the Tragos household.
Last night, Mrs. Tragos, our good friend Popcorn Pudding, and I decided it was time to partake in the Marine Happy Hour at the U.S. Embassy in downtown Ankara. Here is a short list of things that happened:
How does one recover the next day from this kind of action-packed event?