So, you've got a name, a date of birth, an address and a whole lot of personal information and secrets, everybody's got secrets. Let's say there was a device that had a glass window that lit up and there were words and pictures on it. Now, let's say that you wanted to share the latest [insert cultural reference from a century ago, lol] news with your buddies and your opinions. Let's say you wanted to gamble, let's say you wanted to communicate with them through this device. The medium you would be using is called email. Wayyy faster than a post master's parcel or letter delivery. The channel or means to be able to communicate is called the Internet or the web. This name is given because it is a series of connections that allows you and your device to be linked to all the others.
Now, let's say that Company A wants to sell some service through this device. You want it but you only have dollars and coins. Paper and metal money. It is easy to transfer information from one device to another but how will you get your money there. You can give it to the mailman but it would take too long and you still have to wait. So, you have this harder than paper card. With numbers on it, connected to a bank. You keep your money in their account but instead of taking it out physically, the number "registers" it as the money leaving the account and going to Company A so they can send you their product.
Well, your neighbor is jealous that you have so much money and packages coming to your door by way of automobile delivery or horse and carriage. They are sour because your grass is always fed the finest of plant food supplements. They are envious because your grass is literally greener but they cannot afford to pay for a device like yours let alone expensive plant food from Company A.
They decide to "steal" your device but it is locked inside your house. They go down to the pub and talk a bunch of shit to the barkeep. He says for a price he has a guy who can get the numbers for your account right off your device without the need to break into your house for a small price.
So, he pays him and you lose all your money. Your grass is dying and somehow your jobless, drunk slob of a neighbor starts having the greenest glowing grass. You get suspicious.
So you go down to the pub and drown your sorrows in booze with the last of your money. And the barkeep overhears you complaining. He says for a price, he can put some numbers and letters into your device and make it so no one, not even him can get in. This is his pitch. He says he will only charge a small fee per month for this. So you pay him with your last bit of coins.
Now, your neighbor can't access your information without breaking into your home.
Of course, you curse the makers of this device to begin with for not making their devices more secure in the first place. You wonder if they are all in kahoots with each other trying to make money off of every last thing. But nevertheless, you are happier, safer and more secure and soon you get paid and your jobless neighbor is soon broke and balance is restored. For now, until the barkeep decides to offer a better service to your neighbor.
That is what cybersecurity is and the simplest way to explain to someone from the 1920s, I guess. And the need for it to always have to improve.
No, you have to consider that Lemmy and its communities are small, growing or just started fairly recently. Not much you can do but post on it yourself and hope for some interaction. Crossposting helps, too.
I don't miss having to have a separate device for digital photography. I remember having to pay 4 or 500 for a decent digital camera that fits in your pocket. When I got my first smart phone about 15 years ago, I took a picture with it and compared it to a decent Canon and a decent Fuji camera, that were one the best ones you could get in Best buy at the time for that budget. I compared the images and they sucked compared to my phone. Smh. Now my phone is around 4 or 500 and way better than basic digital cameras you can fit in your pocket, with way more functionality.
Yea, I was aware of the legality. But good to know. I was using AI music in my videos that gives me a license to use them. No one would give a strike regardless. I never monetized anyway. Just didn't want to have silent videos.
The rain drops hit me, so rhythmically, like sticks on a drum set with thirty arms. I struggled to keep my pale yellow canoe from capsizing as the rapids shook the orientation out of me while I ricocheted off countless fleshy protrusions from the water. They were the fingers of giants, cradling ivory liquid and grainy, beige leaf-like objects floating around me. The smell of cinnamon sugar infected the air. The sizzle of grease from afar hissed and taunted me.
My vessel was a hollow peel of a slightly browning banana. My oar was a long red plastic beam--a life size version of what you would use to spread cheese on crackers from a school lunch box.
The storm thickened. The wind became more turbulent.
As I finally, managed to gain my stability, I looked up and felt the gentle breeze as a shadow overtook my vicinity. There I saw it!
The glaring reflection on the concave, metal bottom of a spoon that was more like a giant shovel at this perspective. I paddled and shuffled the milky substance behind myself, frantic and panting in this panic. Surely, I will soon be eaten.
Then, as I thought it couldn't get worse, came the ants. Although, at my size, they were the size of wildebeests. The liquid danced around their appendages as they scuttled through the now shallow bowl of milk. As they dominated the horizon, I thought I might be able to comandeer one of them and steer myself to safety.
I grabbed my oar and some fibrous strands from my banana peel canoe and slushed my way toward the brood. My face soaked and sticky from the sugary substance. I lassoed one of them and straddled on one of their backs. I held on for my life depended on it.
I was halfway across the bowl. It was like a collesseum to me. Then, I felt the seismic floor shift! The bowl and it's contents, I could hear being dragged across the wooden table. The sound of glass and wood friction was unmistakable. We were all lifted toward the fleshy cave of the giant's mouth. I could smell the pungent odor of its halitosis. That stale milk smell. Ugh.....
I hear the blaring sound. The ringing. The drone of gradual realization. The bane of a new day! But my dismay was somehow conflicted with hope as I could almost picture the bright red numbers and the big button with the word: 'Snooze' almost worn off'.
"Hey," I hear a familiar voice echoing from the corridors of the dwelling, "Good Morning. Do you want bacon and eggs or cereal this morning!?"
This ^^^. I like their Voodoo chips. For Jalapeno chips I eat Miss Vickie's. I have a very sharp asiago sliced cheese from a local Italian deli that works, or smoked cheddar gourmet.
I do. I have a full cat hotel and resort equivalent on my back porch. A whole colony comes and goes. They are spoiled with shredded turkey from the local deli that doesn't sell. They get big dog bowls of dry food and there is three dog houses filled with straw for the winter. Animals are more pleasant than people. They won't betray you. This is my wife and I's hobby.
Tape device so you can plug your phone into car stereos that don't have Bluetooth. Some cars just have cd deck/player and no aux input, no Bluetooth. Really new cars will have Bluetooth for phone control. Really old ones with cassette players you could use the tape gadget. Not so much in between.
Old flash drives, that were only like 1gb when that was supposedly sufficient back then.
Headphones with audio jack because most new phones have usb-c ports only now. Although I bought an adapter for only 10 bucks.
A/V cord consoles and devices.
I had a VHS rewinder too. Also that reminds me I had a mechanical "crank" playing card shuffler which would probably be an antique now. Lol.
Best thing I did was browse reddit with a new account without participating. Just enjoying certain content. I deleted my old and made a private email and new account and subbed to the ones I was but no posting or comments just upvote/down ote and reading, watching clicking links etc. I realized I spent too much time conversing and not enough time enjoying some of the content. Less people on Lemmy and can actually get responses to good convos and post feedback. I wish you could follow accounts and specific posts here though.
I used to hate shortform when Tiktok came out. I was like how TF can those short videos be interesting? Then I tried it and got addicted. Honestl, I don't have a preference. I use all social media platforms. Centralized or decentralized. Converting slowly to the Fediverse, I am patiently waiting for certain functionalities on Lemmy and other platforms to mimic the bigger ones. Atleast, so I can see all forms of content without clicking on a link every time. Tiktok does get boring after seeing BS from scrolling so far. I was more interested in sharing content than following. Feedback and the like.
It doesn't seem like charity if some of your donation goes to the CEO. I understand they gotta make a living but to still call it a charity and run by millionaires that got rich BECAUSE of that charity is ridiculous.
Collecting things, writing (since you would already know if you write this post or journaling[ try a junk journal]), reading, video games, photography with a phone doesn't require a skill or learning curve, hiking, geocaching, yoga( doesn't require talent but you have to memorize the poses and be flexible), exercise, volunteering (ie animal shelter), be an enthusiast (ie movie, food, or other niche within a category).
If you are worried about "talent" or "skill" required for any hobby just know: I am a musician, artist and writer. When I was 20, I was so bad at art I could barely draw a line or a stick figure; I could barely play a chord or identify a note( after a whole few minutes lol), my writing sucked.
I went on YouTube, binge watched videos, followed tutorials, read blogs, took free courses on platforms, and now I can get atleast a few people to comment that they like my work. Rather, being good at something is subjective and only matters to the person doing it, not who you compare yourself to. I was in the least bit creative as a kid. In my twenties, I actually checked out books from the library about creativity and how to hone it. There are also many YT videos for less effort. Also consider that abstract art can be literally anything you put on a canvas, and you can even make your own sub-genre of abstract art up, techniques and all. It can be non-profit but I have seen people make 1K per marble pour on canvas which a ten year old can do and sell.
So, you've got a name, a date of birth, an address and a whole lot of personal information and secrets, everybody's got secrets. Let's say there was a device that had a glass window that lit up and there were words and pictures on it. Now, let's say that you wanted to share the latest [insert cultural reference from a century ago, lol] news with your buddies and your opinions. Let's say you wanted to gamble, let's say you wanted to communicate with them through this device. The medium you would be using is called email. Wayyy faster than a post master's parcel or letter delivery. The channel or means to be able to communicate is called the Internet or the web. This name is given because it is a series of connections that allows you and your device to be linked to all the others.
Now, let's say that Company A wants to sell some service through this device. You want it but you only have dollars and coins. Paper and metal money. It is easy to transfer information from one device to another but how will you get your money there. You can give it to the mailman but it would take too long and you still have to wait. So, you have this harder than paper card. With numbers on it, connected to a bank. You keep your money in their account but instead of taking it out physically, the number "registers" it as the money leaving the account and going to Company A so they can send you their product.
Well, your neighbor is jealous that you have so much money and packages coming to your door by way of automobile delivery or horse and carriage. They are sour because your grass is always fed the finest of plant food supplements. They are envious because your grass is literally greener but they cannot afford to pay for a device like yours let alone expensive plant food from Company A.
They decide to "steal" your device but it is locked inside your house. They go down to the pub and talk a bunch of shit to the barkeep. He says for a price he has a guy who can get the numbers for your account right off your device without the need to break into your house for a small price.
So, he pays him and you lose all your money. Your grass is dying and somehow your jobless, drunk slob of a neighbor starts having the greenest glowing grass. You get suspicious.
So you go down to the pub and drown your sorrows in booze with the last of your money. And the barkeep overhears you complaining. He says for a price, he can put some numbers and letters into your device and make it so no one, not even him can get in. This is his pitch. He says he will only charge a small fee per month for this. So you pay him with your last bit of coins.
Now, your neighbor can't access your information without breaking into your home. Of course, you curse the makers of this device to begin with for not making their devices more secure in the first place. You wonder if they are all in kahoots with each other trying to make money off of every last thing. But nevertheless, you are happier, safer and more secure and soon you get paid and your jobless neighbor is soon broke and balance is restored. For now, until the barkeep decides to offer a better service to your neighbor.
That is what cybersecurity is and the simplest way to explain to someone from the 1920s, I guess. And the need for it to always have to improve.