Poem of the week
"An algorithm’s watching me, I am not certain why,
It sends advertisements for things I do not want to buy,
It makes me feel uneasy, that upon me it has preyed,
And if I could locate it, I would whack it with a spade."
Pam Ayres MBE
(Hat tip to Sally Frise who reposted it on X, formerly twitter, today.)
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