The whole situation of us encountering Oumuamua and being unable to gather much information about it reminds me of one of the Lem's short stories about Pilot Pirx in which he encounters an unique alien object and is also struggling with recording data about it.
Here's a quote that works on imagination:
There are times when the human eye can behave like a camera lens, when a momentarily but brilliantly cast image can be not merely recalled but meticulously reconstructed as vividly as if viewed in the present. Minutes later, I could still visualize the surface of that colossus in the flare’s afterglow, its kilometers-long sides not smooth but pocked, almost lunar in texture; the way the light had spilled over its corrugated rills, bumps, and craterlike cavities—scars of its interminable wandering, dark and dead as it had entered the nebulae, from which it had emerged centuries later, dust-eaten and ravaged by the myriad bombardments of cosmic erosion. I can’t explain my certainty, but I was sure that it sheltered no living soul, that it was a billion-year-old carcass, no more alive than the civilization that gave birth to it.
Let us not forget when Google tried to patent an algorithm for Assymetric Numeral Systems developed by an academic scientist with intent of making it available in a public domain. Seems like this kind of practice is more common with Google than one might think.
> Microsoft, with its cloud, software licensing and subscription businesses, is even less likely to go rogue in data collection because it no longer has a mobile platform to speak of.
But they have a desktop platform and they used it to go rogue with data collection, all the way. Just because they've failed on mobile doesn't automatically make them a privacy-oriented company.
It wasn't stated explicitly. The assumption that I made was it related to the discussion about validity of the topic. Assumptions can be misleading but human language operates in a context. Formally, should the context be taken out, to operate only on the words of the post - you're right - it is not "tu quoque".
I'm not the author of the blog post. I think you're comparing apples and oranges, also this kind of reasoning is an example of "tu quoque" logical fallacy.
I highly recommend dropping it. Switching to a reliable cloud storage from OneDrive is an amazing experience until you reflect on time wasted trying to make 1drv work or waiting for it to start working properly.
OneDrive and Dropbox have been totally opposite experiences to me, heaven and hell. Also after more than a year with OneDrive I passionately despise it. It truly is Internet Explorer of cloud storages.
I hear you. OneNote uses OneDrive which is a huge mess itself. Sync to Dropbox would help so much... there's even ticket for that on their uservoice. OneNote also sucks massively at searching in notes...
As a former OneDrive user the service was terrible, I've had issues with sync and all of the clients - web, mobile and desktop. I've read similiar opinions. From my experience the quality of OneDrive is really poor; it's not really a competitive product. Results my vary and most certainly will but that's the way I see OneDrive. Dropbox on the other hand... just works.
That'd be in line with Conway's law ("organizations which design systems ... are constrained to produce designs which are copies of the communication structures of these organizations").
Here's a quote that works on imagination:
There are times when the human eye can behave like a camera lens, when a momentarily but brilliantly cast image can be not merely recalled but meticulously reconstructed as vividly as if viewed in the present. Minutes later, I could still visualize the surface of that colossus in the flare’s afterglow, its kilometers-long sides not smooth but pocked, almost lunar in texture; the way the light had spilled over its corrugated rills, bumps, and craterlike cavities—scars of its interminable wandering, dark and dead as it had entered the nebulae, from which it had emerged centuries later, dust-eaten and ravaged by the myriad bombardments of cosmic erosion. I can’t explain my certainty, but I was sure that it sheltered no living soul, that it was a billion-year-old carcass, no more alive than the civilization that gave birth to it.
This story (Pirx's Tale) is available on Google Books: https://books.google.com/books?id=n16z06cm1P0C&lpg=PT11&dq=%...