The Strange Brands In Your Instagram Feed
A new kind of late capitalism.
A new kind of late capitalism.
Exploring the crime-ridden depths of the internet with Opsec, a former professional hacker.
What the internet looks like to someone who spent the past six years in an Iranian prison.
Can the Internet be archived?
A Profile Auditor goes sniffing after anomalies in the consumption habits and personal data of an unsuspecting hotel clerk.
"Through the Demosphere we fly, we men of the Database Maintenance Division, and although the Demosphere belongs to General Communications Inc., it is the schmos of the world who make it - every time a schmo surfs to a different channel, the Demosphere notes that he is bored with program A and more interested, at the moment, in program B. When a schmo's paycheck is delivered over the I-way, the number on the bottom line is plotted in his Profile, and if that schmo got it by telecommuting we know about that too - the length of his coffee breaks and the size of his bladder are an open book to us. When a schmo buys something on the I-way it goes into his Profile, and if it happens to be something that he recently saw advertised there, we call that interesting, and when he uses the I-way to phone his friends and family, we Profile Auditors can navigate his social web out to a gazillion fractal iterations, the friends of his friends of his friends of his friends, what they buy and what they watch and if there's a correlation."
An online mystery surrounding animal abuse and porn.
"A different room, a different couch, but the rest of the room just as bare as the other. The couch is a futon, in couch form for now; it will be in its bed form but only much later. The camera's pushed far back enough that you can see the couch entire and you can see part of a window above it, the thick pebbly glass of the plastic-lipped pane. The Porn Star sits upon the couch. He is reading a magazine, right leg propped, wagging. The shoes he wears have fat black tongues and the laces that keep them on tight are bright orange. His pants are riding low on him, the chain on his wallet cascading the fabric. He's wearing a hoodie, the hood cinched in close and the sleeves of the sweatshirt tube down past his hands. He's reading the magazine, foot faintly wagging. There's a look on his face but it cannot be seen."
On the volunteer “Wikipedians” who devote their free time to editing Wikipedia.
On being stalked in the age of the Internet.
An internet pioneer loses hope in the promise of web culture.
On the internet dating pool.
On an affliction for the digital age, “Munchausen by internet.”
Reddit founder Alexis Ohanian launches an ambitious campaign.
John Dirr’s son Eli didn’t really have cancer. In fact, neither Eli nor John Dirr ever existed.
A decade-long Internet hoax unravels.
Inside the ultra-Orthodox Jewish rally at Citi Field to discuss the dangers of the internet:
A man in a black fur hat asked him what, exactly, was an app, and he explained it to him. The man grimaced and walked away.
How the Justice Department killed a $2.5 billion industry.
On the ever-expanding world of targeted online advertising.
An early take on the dark side of cyberspace:
Like many newcomers to the "net"--which is what people call the global web that connects more than thirty thousand on-line networks--I had assumed, without really articulating the thought, that while talking to other people through my computer I was going to be sheltered by the same customs and laws that shelter me when I'm talking on the telephone or listening to the radio or watching TV. Now, for the first time, I understood the novelty and power of the technology I was dealing with.
The justly paranoid man behind WikiLeaks.