UIs that accidentally preserve memories
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Here's an excerpt from a letter written by Marcel Proust in 1913 that I came across not that long ago.
"So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears."
I also found out, the reason he still shows as online is his coworkers found his Steam profile on a company desktop. They left it plugged in and online so he'd stay with us.
Rest in Peace, Dave.
EDIT: found it[0]. Got the bit about the allusion to the fight in game wrong.
After his dad unexpectedly passed, he went back to the game one day and noticed his dad's "ghost" car racing against him on the track. As his dad's ghost car would always be the one to race against as long as it held the lap record, I believe he said that if he ever got close to beating his dad's time, he would back off and lose the head to head so that he could always continue to race his dad.
In the previous ages, we buried our ancestors and in turn were buried.
More insidious is with those more clever services because they seem to become weighted to your earlier choices and your present self has little influence over what the machine has decided to learn. So you have Spotify where the first few hundred songs and artists you listen to have pretty much defined your taste in music and due to the amount of data collected to identify who you are across the internet, you're unlikely to get a fresh start by creating a new account.
The fundamental problem with this kind of memory in tech is that it doesn't appreciate that people change. It won't forget, it won't let go and move on, it won't adapt the same way a person will, it'll probably discount much of that change for being anomalous after some time. Or at least, that's what my fear is.
My wife went one better. Her mum passed within months of my dad (she was ill with cancer), and my wife spontaneously recorded the last few conversation they ever had on Voice Memos on her phone, and I know she still listens to them every now and then. I've backed those up off her phone as well, and kept them safely archived.
Would have made it easier to remember the context of meeting some lady friends.
You might find it worth your while to scan past some of the earlier more casual and naive posts to find the more poignant ones.
Edit: IB4, "Metafilter: Toxic and mind-killing, these days."
I have no dog in the feminism fight but metafilter quickly devolved from a community garden into a special interest forum concerning matters of the vagina.
I just peeked at the top few articles on main page for nostalgia's sake. Already I see an article concerning toxic masculinity, and another of a game exploring rape trauma. Not much has changed.
In its most rudimentary form think of it as another "last used time" column in the database. A periodic job can delete all entries which are older than a certain last used time.
Data which reflects its time of creation is nearly always better than that which does not.
Numbers do not expire.
I never had the heart to remove him. The day AIM shutdown was very emotional for me. It felt almost like he died again.
A few years back one of my old irc buddies reached out to me with a simple 'hey man what's up' on gChat. Because my schedules were all over the place and whatnot I just looked off and left it. Checked on a old podcast I used to listen to (HPR) and the boys had put together a memorial episode after he lost his battle with cancer. Cancer, I didn't even know. For a year he was the one unread chat off in my Gmail inbox (because who the fuck uses gChat?) and I didn't give it a look, or notice the growing away time. You ever try talking to the dead over XMPP and wish there was a time machine setting?
Wherever you're at LordDrachenblut, give em hell, I'm sorry I didn't reach out. I still go over your old episodes and feeds every now and again bud. That's the weird part, the leftover breadcrumbs from life.