The Apple Worm

Some people say "if it's free, who cares?" However, today "free" is too high a price for some costs we have in the day and age of DATA. We have found ourselves counting costs in terms of money and time because of how empiric that is and has been... But now we see how everyday the age of information and social media has costs that we are learning to value and truly realize the cost: of privacy and most recently of data, OUR data. Once upon a time, people who did not have credit cards or that covered their computer camera were weird. Then we thought oddly about those who did not have a smartphone, or what about those weirdos that do not have social media.  You REALLY don't have facebook? - Is probably a question that you have commonly heard... But most recently people have realized that there is NOTHING that is for free: Credit cards means your purchasing habits and even "weaknesses" are known. Web cameras are completely an open door for a

I remember like it was yesterday, watching the Apple keynote where the iPhone 4s was introduced and not just was a improved version of one of the most beloved pieces of innovation tech ever (the iPhone 4), it took a shot at an incredible idea: artificial intelligence (AI), also known as Siri. At first it had close to no machine learning (ML) and slowly but surely it began learning on the go with one thing in mind: convenience without loosing privacy. Siri had to tap into the apps that it was to get the information from and to do so could open the sandbox that Apple so much loves to maintain as a part of their privacy and policy. And now, almost 7 years since its release, Siri has invaded the ecosystem: it is in the AppleTV, AppleWatch, iPad, iPhone, MacBooks and HomePod. Since the HomePod the debate that once had happened with Siri more than 8 years ago, resurfaced. Here's my two cents on this debate: Siri is one of the few Non-Apple-Like kind of products. Why? Because

I wasn’t there…  It was way too many years ago. But every time I think about the story I get all kinds of tears flowing from my eyes. My father is the oldest of 9 brothers and sisters, he knows hundreds more stories than anyone else about two of the people I have loved the most in my life: his parents. One, self-educated house-wife and one, self proclaimed businessman and landowner; more than half a century of marriage and two complete opposites that went from falling for each other, to loving the family they built up like the true life-pillars they are and were. My grandfather was many things: emotional or empathetic not one of them. He was one of those “mens-men” kind of house-alpha, whose word was Absolute in any and all discussions. “I love you” in any and all its iterations was a phrase he never learned to pronounce before he became a GrandParent. As a parent he was said to be cold, calm, collected; some may say even too directa and stoic. However, his priorities were