This is a key reason behind my discomfort with social media. The algorithms that seem unresponsive to clear signals of intent was the last straw. Ended up leaving YouTube over the incessant push to new channels and ragebait shit.
Anyway, lemmy might be a cesspit at times, but its a cesspit I can choose/not choose, to engage with, and thats some nice anti-monopolisation of my online experience in the design.
The best way to use YT, is to have a bookmark folder linking to the recent video list (Descending by release date) of the channels you enjoy.
YT/Google by definition (large American technology company) cannot be trusted.
Maybe it’s time for the return of curated lists. Back in the day (even before the web) there used to be people who organized lists of videos to rent, books to read, etc. why not bring it back in a lemmy channel or some other trusted service. Just curated lists of specific videos.
It’s not as easy to find good, living blogs/sites off major platforms but if you can a lot of them do this. Book Notification has a weekly list that you can opt into, for example. The Indie RPG Newsletter has tons of TTRPG recommendations.
I think we’re back to the point where things need to spread by word of mouth though, because discoverability is so difficult for little indie blogs.
You can have those in the fediverse on Pixelfed and Mastodon. The problem is that then the people you can follow are only middle-aged Linux/Star Trek nerds and the occasional organic farmer.
I’m only hearing upsides here.
Don’t forget middle aged bike activists and tankies
And, there’s also that monkey with infectious disease that scaped the crash site of the truck that was carrying them
I checked my phone’s location settings, and sure enough, Instagram had recently accessed this information.
The average tech-illiterate journo is always going to be dogshit at these “experiments” because they don’t understand how most of the underlying tech works.
Other additions to my feed were harder to explain. … One video featured a woman in a sari frying up South Indian dumplings called kuzhi paniyaram — an obscure dish my mum would make when I was growing up.
Yes, numbnuts. Your precise location, plus a hundred other data points you’re ignorant of, associated the account with your mum. This journo probably doesn’t even know that location access likely means visibility of all the wifi and bluetooth devices in your radius.
If this is late stage cap journalism, in the age of omnipresent surveillance capitalism, it’s time to pack it in. We’re well and truly cooked. Welcome to costco, I love you!
Journalism is dead. Capitalism killed it, because they did not want any reliable witnesses to or records of what they are going to do to humanity and the planet. History is written by the victors, and they have already crafted their own narrative of technological enlightenment. And we’re not in that story. At least not in any way we’ll recognize ourselves.
