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Humanity’s symphony: Resisting the reduction to data
“Data is like garbage. You’d better know what you are going to do with it before you collect it.” — Mark Twain
As I tap away at my keyboard, the air is alive with the soul-stirring sounds of the reggae artist, Queen Omega, who, from a couple of rooms over, serenades my partner with a robust tune. In this chant, she’s schooling local DJs with the chorus, “Don’t call me local; I’m internationally known for my vocals,” which, frankly, is as much a clap-back anthem as it is a truth bomb. Meanwhile, I’m here in my home office, half-inspired, half-irked, marinating in the irony as I draft my own manifesto, of sorts.
In a rallying cry that echoes Queen Omega’s own, I am drafting a call to arms — not against misguided DJs, but against the almighty Tech Titans and their disciples, the data-obsessed ‘tech bros.’ Let’s chant together, shall we?
“Don’t call me data; I’m in reality and you in the virtual.”
Catchy, right? Perhaps I should stick to my lane.
As a woman, a Black woman graced with the Caribbean’s fiery glow, I’ve sampled a buffet of tech industry absurdities — a lifetime’s worth, with a cherry of irony on top. As a native in this digital wild…
