What were your thoughts when the #PRISM news hit the headlines and Edward Snowden appeared in your browser saying these words?..

“If living unfreely but comfortably is something you’re willing to accept, and I think many of us are, it’s the human nature, you can get up every day, you can go to work, you can collect your large paycheck for relatively little work against the public interest, and go to sleep at night after watching your shows. But if you realize that’s the world that you helped create, and it’s going to get worse with the next generation, and the next generation, who extend the capabilities of this sort of architecture of oppression, you realize that you might be willing to accept any risk, and it doesn’t matter what the outcome is, so long as the public gets to make their own decisions about how that’s applied.”

This quote also appeared in an article in the New Yorker. It’s well worth a read.

My Friend Dr John Perivolaris shared the link with me and its title inspires the same question at the beginning of this blog post.

For more context here is the Snowden video interview on the Guardian website.

For the last six years myself and John have met at George Orwell‘s grave to hold, in John’s words, a symposium in the strictest sense of the term, i.e. A reasoned discussion over food and drink.

Back in 2007 when the term ‘social media’ was much cooler we called it a social media picnic. And every year since we have sat on the grass sharing food and drink, experiences and stories. We ask questions and discuss surveillance, privacy, threatened freedoms, civil liberties… all things 1984.

This year we are calling it the 1984 Symposium. Even though it happens every year.

If you can make it to Orwell’s (Eric Arthur Blair’s) grave at 11am on the 25th of June, bring a picnic and your thoughts on the question: Are we finally living in 1984?

If you can’t make it, please leave your thoughts below in the comments or on Twitter or ADN via the hash tag #1984symposium

If you wish to share your thoughts anonymously I’m afraid it’s not that easy. Those that know how to can send them to the email listed on this site. Via PGP or anonymously. Others may want to create a Jabber account. Add me at documentally@jabb3r.net and we can chat via the app ChatSecure on iOS or Gibberbot on Android. There is also the Open Source encrypted video chat platform called Jitsi.

Every year at Orwell’s Grave has been enlightening, entertaining, inspirational. One year we even got to meet a witness to Orwell’s burial.

Details of how to get there are below. Bring some food & drink, something to sit on, your thoughts regarding the question above and an open mind.

If you have any more questions please leave a comment or I’m @Documentally on Twitter or ADN.

Time: 11am  - till whenever.

Location: The Church of All Saints, The Green, Sutton Courtenay,

Oxfordshire, OX144AE

Google Map: link

Approximate Grid Reference: 51.643973,-1.270901

Bring: Food, drink, something to sit on, Answer to the Question: Are we finally living in 1984?

Here is a selection of audio recorded at Orwell’s graveside over the years.

UPDATE 19/6/13:

If you do want to attempt a decent shot at anonymity online, try working through this list…

Do your research on the topic by using the startpage.com search engine:

some links:

https://ssd.eff.org/

https://myshadow.org

https://help.riseup.net/en/security

https://guardianproject.info/home/our-research/

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2010/01/primer-information-theory-and-privacy

Try to take the time to inform yourself by reading manuals and information on the software you plan to install.

Make test runs on your internet whereabouts:

http://whatismyipaddress.com/

https://panopticlick.eff.org/

1) Buy a used laptop or android device, pay in cash.

2) Use a free software operating system (Linux: Ubuntu, Mint, Debian, Fedora) or Cyanogenmod for an Android device (+ use f-droid.org free software repository) and configure it safely

3) Be aware of how you access the internet. This is a major factor: Use a VPN (like mullvad.net via openvpn) and/or TOR from public WIFI only.

4) Use Firefox / The TOR Browser / and configure it to disable Javascript via Noscript extension and install extensions like RequestPolicy for safe and conscious browsing.

5) Do not use google, yahoo or bing. Use https://startpage.com (and configure it to be the standard engine in your Firefox)

6) Don’t use your creditcard or any other personal payment solutions online.

7) Dno not use Skype, use jitsi.org with a XMPP (formerly Jabber) account you’ll need to create. This will provide a solution for encrypted chat, voice and video call.

8) Dont give away any personal data on the web.

9) Do not use gmail or any other commercial webmail services (for email there is riseup.net and xmailserver.org )

10) there is no 100% security. never.

The only guaranteed real way to not be seen online is to not go online. And don’t hang around cameras or people who are online.

The best solution I have found so far is to place my Vodafone MiFi on the roof of the villa where it can pick up half decent 3G and sometimes a HSDPA signal. In fact it’s often better than I get from my BT internet connection at home in the UK. When trying to test the connectivity using speedtest.net I was unable to get a reading on upload when only holding the phone but as the image above shows, a decent upload/download connection is achievable when the Mifi is placed in a high enough place. This connected MiFi can then deliver a data connection via wifi for up to 5 devices.

The only issue with this is that while on the roof, without mains power, the battery only lasts for around four hours.

It will last longer if you are not hammering the connection. It depends on the condition of your battery.

A totally uninterrupted internet connection was finally achieved when I plugged the Mifi into the Solarmonkey Adventurer and place it in the sun. I have found that the Mifi’s 1500mAh battery is continuously powered throughout the day and night thanks to the unit’s internal battery.

(If you are unsure about the weather conditions I recommend placing the Mifi in a plastic bag. I don’t normally bother with the solar panel as I have found it can survive even the heaviest sporadic downpour.)

This charging system was Powertraveller‘s first experiment at integrating a Lithium-ion Polymer battery with a solar panel and from my own experience and ongoing experiments it’s a really handy solution.

With a total weight of 265g the ‘clamshell’ type design houses the 2500mAh Lithium-ion Polymer battery built into the back of one of two folding panels. Their website states the panels deliver 3 watts of power and take 12 hours of direct sunlight to fully charge the battery. Their website also lists all the features of the travel case, carabina leads and cables that come in the box.

There are no buttons or switches, just a USB out socket delivering 5V at 700mA, a light that shines red when charging and green when full. It also has a socket should you choose to charge the panel via the mains. This is not a standard mini or micro USB in but  one that takes the Powertraveller’s circular power plug. I can see why they do this as in the past any failures that have occurred with my mobile battery systems of other brands have nearly always been as a result of a broken micro USB in socket. I still find carrying all these countless leads just in case annoying. That said, I can’t fault the Powertravellers build quality across all their product range.

As I’m confident Spain will deliver some sun this June, I’ve not bought the mains charging cable with me. You just need to remember to leave the panel in as much direct sunlight as possible.

I did have another experiment using a cooking pan acting as a parabolic dish ..the WiFi-Panplifier  but I did not see any great increase in bandwidth in exchange for the awkward (and a little ridiculous) positioning of a pan on the roof. Besides, I always find woks work better as wifi amplifiers. Here is a previous experiment.

In Summary I love this little solar power solution. It’s often in the bottom of my pack just incase and always to hand in sunny countries.

If I was not going to be at least occasionally near mains power for a few days I would consider packing the Solargorilla combined with the Powergorilla although the solar gorilla will charge a number of portable power solutions if the connecting cables can be sourced. This is a heavy solution and sometimes I swap out the Solargorilla for a folding panel from Powerfilm if i’m packing lighter. There is a sacrifice in build quality.

I have a feeling and quietly hope there may well be a larger combined solution to the Solarmonkey Adventurer coming soon.

I must thank Vodafone for sponsoring my data this year and making experiments like this a lot more affordable. If you are going to be using data abroad keep an eye out for the updated international usage offers we are seeing more and more. Or if you have unlocked your MiFi you can always pop in a local SIM.

Killis camp is the Hilton of refugee camps as far as Syrians go. Built by the Turkish, on their side of the border, it has bright white metal housing units, not tents, boxes with windows, each with a kitchen and a bathroom. Concrete roads and paths have been laid. It is clean, there is electricity. Satellite dishes all face home.

There might be a dozen people crammed into these small, two-room cabins, but no one there seems to complain. They know it’s worse in the squalid tent camps across the border and they are safe here. The cabins are boiling in the summer heat, and people get less than a dollar a day to live on – but all of them say they are grateful to be there, not stranded on the other side of the frontier.

Yusif, a Syrian pharmacist who trained in Russia, lives in a cabin with 11 other family members. He invites us in to look around. It’s hard to see how so many people could sleep in there, but they manage. At the end of each day he and his wife put a mattress down in the tiny kitchen and sleep there.

“We have some problems, but it’s not too much. If you go to the Syrian side of the border there are so many people in the tents, it’s so bad, we are here, we say, thanks God, it’s nice for us,” he says.

“My life is okay here. It’s safer than Syria. There it’s dangerous.”

His house in Azaz has been looted, his family torn from their homes and their future is unclear. However he knows that, compared to many other Syrians, they are lucky. In the other camps they dream of getting to Killis.

It was prayer time and we follow a group down to where people were congregating. Outside a large mosque, a line of stalls sold bits and pieces – phone batteries, plastic shoes, a few household goods. Simple stuff. It’s a refugee camp and there isn’t much money for luxuries.

One of the shops is actually a small cafe. Really a makeshift tent, not much more than bits of blue plastic for a roof, giving some shade from the bright spring sunshine and, probably in the winter, a bit of relief from the rain.

Inside there are some old chairs, a battered table and some rough hewn benches to sit on. At the entrance is another table, with two tall water heaters on. This is Khalid’s coffee shop.

He’s from Jisr Shughour, not far over the border. It was one of the first areas to fight against Bashar Al Assad’s forces, when the early protests were met with a hail of gunfire from security forces. A lot of people in Killis are from there.

Over coffee we chat a bit about things inside Syria. Philip speaks a similar ‘street’ Arabic, I place a recorder on the table and Khalid smokes. We drink the coffee he brought over in small plastic cups. So hot the cup flex’s dangerously but it’s without a doubt the best coffee I have tasted in days.

He talks about the Free Syrian Army, saying they’re still short on weapons and money, that they have enough supplies to keep going, but not enough to achieve a quick victory over the regime.

“It’s street by street, they are fighting and winning street by street,” he says of the rebels. “A little bit at a time they are gaining but it is very slow”.

The question of Islamic extremists crops up. Jabhat Al Nusra are strong in northern Syria – they’re one of the most effective rebel fighting groups in the country. They are also allied to Al Qaeda and considered a terrorist group both by Washington and Damascus – a rare point of agreement between the Americans and the Assad regime.

Nusra’s leader recently posted an online audio message saying the group pledged allegiance to Ayman al Zawahiri, the man who, crudely put, took over as leader of Al Qaeda after Osama Bin Laden was killed.

That admission put the Syrian opposition in a tricky position politically and they are still trying to tip-toe along the narrowest of tightropes; Al Qaeda is bad, they say, but most of Nusra are not really Al Qaeda, they’re ordinary Syrians pushed into an alliance of convince with extremists by the demands of a dirty war.

Syria is a complex place, and a desperately complicated war is unfolding there, with so many different factions and competing interests involved, and so much happening in the shadows.

At the beginning of the uprising, it was in its essence simple. There were peaceful protests and demands for political reform in a corrupt police state that has choked the country for more than four decades, and jailed, tortured or killed those who dared to dissent.

Those protests were met with a savage torrent of violence by the security services and, rather than keep walking unarmed into the bullets, the opposition eventually picked up its own weapons.

Now, everyone’s involved; the Arab states, Turkey, Iran, Hizbollah, Al Qaeda, Europe, the UN, the Americans, the Russians. It’s a mess. Syria has become a playground for international politics, intelligence agencies and terrorist organisations.

It was a straight-forward revolution which has been derailed by, well, almost everything you can think of.

Nusra seems to be trying to win hearts and minds in Syria, rather than the old kill ‘em all mentality of Al Qaeda in Iraq, which eventually angered even their local tribal allies so much they turned on them.

Nusra distributes food and gas and, unlike some units of the Free Syrian Army (FSA), they, don’t steal or loot. They have earned a fairly good reputation – although many Syrians are wary of those Al Qaeda connections and don’t relish the prospect of an intolerant form of Islam taking root in their country. Syrian Islam has a long tradition of tolerance totally at odds with the fundamentalist ideas of Al Qaeda.

Sitting in his coffee tent, Kahlid says most of Nusra are Syrians and not Al Qaeda – they’re just ordinary Syrians fighting against the regime and they want to be in the best rebel unit. But the rest of Nusra are foreign fighters – Muslims from places like Chechnya, Libya, Lebanon, Turkey and the Gulf who have come to fight jihad.

“Al Nusra are clean, they’re good,” he says. Khalid is smoking and waves his cigarette in the air. “Smoking isn’t allowed,” he says. “If I smoke a cigarette in front of Nusra – well, its forbidden”.

A glimpse there, some insight perhaps, of problems that lay in store for Syria if the hardliners in the opposition keep getting stronger while the more moderate, nationalist fighters remained disorganised, ill-coordinated and poorly supplied.

I ask Khalid the name of his coffee shop. He looks puzzeled so Phil translates my question. He initially says “it’s just a normal coffee shop” as though the matter of a name has never come up before.

Then he changes his mind. It’s the Free Coffee Shop, he says.

As we leave I try to pay him. “It’s free” he repeats.

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My trip into Syria was an independent self funded project.

Many thanks to Phil Sands for the use of his interview notes used in this blog post.

I gained access with assistance from the Hayat Convoy for Syria

I’m @Documentally on Twitter and App.net

On Twitter It seems everyone back home is going crazy for Google Glass. I wondered how I would feel if I’d worn them in the refugee camps in Syria. Or if soon the aid workers might.

I cant see it happening for a long time. You’d be a fool to wear them here. Even for safety reasons.

Kidnap is not unusual in Syria these days. Not because these people are ‘evil fundamentalists’. It’s because they are desperate. Aid workers have been kidnapped and fear of abduction is one of the barriers preventing more emergency relief supplies getting in. The Syrian refugees feel the world has left them to rot in makeshift camps.

While the west carry on regardless.

I’m really quite attracted to the benefits of wearable technology. Navigation, communication, all of it. But recently I felt uncomfortable just having my phone to hand. Not because I felt threatened. because I felt obscenely privileged.

The poor here don’t have enough to eat. Parents have to watch their kids slowly starve in between watching the skies for air strikes.

With every leap forward we make technologically, we seem to be leaving some people further behind.

I’m sure wearable technology like Google Glass can be used for real good. It’s just that the gap between the ‘haves and have nots’ is an increasing chasm and our technological advancements don’t seem to be doing little more than highlighting this.

I’m trying to imagine what the naked kid in the picture might think when approached by a foreigner wearing both a concerned smile and a networked ‘heads up display’ on their face.

For some, It’s all getting very science fiction, very fast.

And with all this communication to hand.. to face.. help still isn’t getting through.

I had already trusted the driver with my life while being illegally smuggled into the country. Now I felt my life was once again in his hands as he drove as if escaping an invisible threat – too quickly for the road, too quickly for the vehicle, driving like a man afraid.

Perhaps the threat was invisible only to my stranger’s eyes.  I’m told attacks in this area are commonplace, so too are kidnappings and there is are occasionally firefights between rebel factions. Hence the stunt-man driving style.

It was more than a mild relief when we pulled up at what looked like school gates. A well groomed Free Syrian Army fighter kept guard. I can’t imagine he could stop an attack from the regime single handedly and, anyway, government troops are miles away. He may be there to deter kidnappers or looters. There might have been more fighters nearby, sat somewhere more sensibly shaded from the sun’s heat.

He slid back a bolt on the metal door and let us in. We entered The Freedom Generation school.

Since the official government education system is in tatters, and non existent in rebel held areas, the opposition activists have set up their own schools, desperate that a generation of Syrian children should not lose out on their chance at learning.

It’s mend-and-make-do stuff, using volunteer staff and scrounging materials where they can.

I walked into a sparse concrete playground baked in the sun, a handful of kids were running around, playing, chasing one another. The rusted stands for basketball ball hoops stood like sentinels, hoopless and skeletal. In the distance the Qah refugee camp overlooked us from a hill. Home for many of these pupils.

I was told that the 1100 pupils age 6 to 15 years attend the school, mentored by 30 members of staff. I didn’t see any toys, equipment or even a ball. They had stones and plastic bottles.

Following the sound of singing, I arrived in a classroom filled beyond capacity. It was a simple room with a large chalk board at one end, packed with colourful kids. It was obviously overcrowded. Five children were squeezed onto a bench where two would be comfortable.

I told the teacher I was from England and asked if I could take some photos to share their school with people back home. The teacher relayed something to the kids and I was hit with a yelled chorus of ‘GOOD MORNING!”

I took that as a yes and they giggled as I moved about the classroom,  taking photos and sometimes giving them a glimpse of the image. I felt less like a thief here. This was play and I was something interesting. Different. These kids looked smart, full of hope and I fed off their energy. I had no idea what they had seen and experienced. They looked really pleased to be getting an education.

The volunteer teachers attempt to deliver as normal a curriculum as possible. This means the ordinary Syrian set up with revolutionary messages replacing the old Baathist, Assad-as -president-for-eternity propaganda.

I got to chat with a young volunteer from Morocco.  Safia Amri was a part of a moral support team which ties to get the kids singing kids songs other than the political chants they have grown up with.

“We try to make them think of other things than the war. But it’s hard. They sing protest songs as soon as they can talk. If the oldest boy in the family dies fighting the next oldest boy takes his place. I fear many of these children will end up armed. They have forgotten about their childhood,” she said.

There was a shout from outside that we had to leave. I have learned not to question these commands.

As I left the compound filled with screaming playful children. I could see the goodie-verses-baddie war games and knew I was looking at real life reenacted.

I have no idea how many of these kids will be able to enjoy any kind of childhood. Or how many will survive the revolution.These are children born into protest, born into a war. But they are also inquisitive, hopeful children, no longer indoctrinated and suffocated by the old police state system as their fathers and mothers were.

I hope that’s enough.

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My trip into Syria was an independent self funded project.

I gained access with assistance from the Hayat Convoy for Syria

I’m @Documentally on Twitter and App.net

We had just watched the Hayat Convoy for Syria successfully pass through, laden with aid not bound for Damacus, but heading to be distributed from Azaz. We were in Free Syria now – as opposed to regime controlled Syria – and this unofficial entry would keep the aid, and us, well out of the government’s reach.

Aid supplies are fraught in Syria, caught up in a Catch-22. The big international aid agencies – the United Nations and so on – which can really bring massive resources to bear, are only operating through the regime in Damascus. All of their supplies enter Syria and are distributed with the regime’s permission. Predictably enough, that means rebel held areas like northern Syria do not get their share, while places more loyal to the Bashar Al Assad do get supplies.

It’s absurd on many levels. The US and EU, for example, have economic sanctions levied against the regime but, at the same time, pay for aid to be funnelled in with the regime’s permission; in effect, they’re picking up the Syrian government’s bills when it comes to basic humanitarian supplies.

Some people – including some high ranking aid workers and certainly the rebels – say this is effectively propping the regime up. The argument for doing it is that were the aid cut, more people would have no food in their bellies.  It’s a sort of equation of suffering, a grim question of balance. Does sending in aid via the regime really help people or really just prop up the regime and therefore prolong a bloody conflict? The decision seems to have been made that the former outweighs the latter.

An alternative would be to send aid in through rebel held areas, which is in effect what the Hayat convoy did. It went in without regime permission and, therefore, the regime could not take a cut of the aid or exert any leverage on who gets it.

For the UN it seems to be largely a technical matter – they can’t just run a convoy over the border from Turkey without the Syrian regime’s permission because that violates international rules governing state sovereignty. That is as close to holy in the concept of modern nation states as its possible to get .

A UN security council decision would be needed for massive UN sponsored aid to by-pass the regime, and Russia won’t back that because it is backing Assad.  Politics, in other words. Syria is rife with it, in the ugliest of forms and the Syrian people are the ones who suffer.

That’s why little bits of aid trickling over the border from the north area all that the civilians in those rebel held zones can hope for. Assad has allowed a few UN convoys up, for the sake of PR, but not the sustained supply needed to deal with the problem of tens of thousands of refugees.

Plus, of course, if the UN does go up there, it might find its workers getting blown up by regime air strikes and ballistic missiles or, these days, possibly targeted by the kidnappers, criminal gangs and, even the much talked about, Islamic extremists. Complicated issues, all mixed in there.

Anyway, back to the Hayat convoy – another small drop in the vast ocean of need.

It consisted of 20 trucks carrying 10,000 food packages, 10 tonnes of medicine, baby kits, bedding and 2,000 mattresses. All this accompanied by 11 ambulances.

After walking through to the Syrian side, myself and journalist Phil Sands crammed ourselves into a vehicle and headed east.

The countryside in this part of Northern Syria is stunning. Our ‘service taxi’, a small cramped bus bounced along the raised road and an open window kept our sweating to a minimum while framing Syrians working the fields and kids playing with stones. It looked oddly normal. Farmlands sown with crops, old tractors parked next to cinderblock houses, kids playing marbles by the side of the road, families sitting outside in the shade with tea.

Our destination was a small secret field hospital, secret because the last time its location was revealed it was attacked by government forces.

There is no state healthcare system in rebel areas of Syria and even in government held areas it is collapsing. For people in rebel-held Syria, these small medical posts supported by NGO’s are all there is.

We met with Dr Hassan Shateri, a neurosurgeon and one of more than a dozen Egyptian specialists who volunteer at the Arab Medical Union hospital in Aleppo province.

In the last month he has performed brain surgery on 30 patients, a third of whom he said would have serious disabilities for the rest of their lives as a result of their injuries.

This small hospital, the best equipped for miles around, typically treats between 20 and 50 casualties a day, the majority are serious blast and gunshot wounds from Aleppo city where heavy fighting continues.

While the number of killed in Syria’s conflict is loosely tracked by human rights groups, figures for the seriously wounded remain opaque.

The official death toll from the UN, logged late 2012 is at least 70,000. But with between one and two hundred people getting killed every day, this is no doubt a conservative estimate.

The volunteer doctors here really have their work cut out. On top of the wounded it’s easy to forget in a time of war that normal everyday emergencies occur. Car accidents, heart attacks, burns and falls.

And then there are the horror stories.

In the courtyard a five year old boy was being wheeled around by his father. They had both survived a rocket attack in Aleppo. But there are varying levels of survival. They both live with the loss of Sultan’s mother and sister.  Sultan has the added loss of his left leg and genitalia.

I felt so weak in front of him. His story is one of thousands. Yet I feel the suffering of a child is impossible to dilute. I’m embarrassed to say I turned away to cry; I didn’t want him to see me with tears in my eyes.

His father sat with him and, later on in the corner, picked his son up and sat him in his lap. He smiled and seemed calmer, and said, “God is generous” when asked about the situation they were now facing. He struck me as incredibly courageous, able to keep going in the face of all of that. He said he was happy that at least his son had not been taken from him.

The hospital is struggling to source some important equipment. They are missing a CT scanner which would save them having to transport severely wounded people across the border to help diagnose injuries. Costing half a million dollars new it may seem like an impossible ask. The doctors that volunteer their skills don’t agree: ‘We’ll take anything, an old second hand one will do.’

These doctors are saving lives, no doubt about it. But they can’t save everyone.

In the small room that serves as the hospital reception, a crude triage system is scrawled on the wall, prioritising cases so the surgeons know who to operate on first. Some need to be seen within two hours, others within four or six or 12.

On the stretchers placed to the right of the line are the hopeless cases. For them, it’s over.

The writing on the wall over that section says: “Expected to die.”

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My trip into Syria was an independent self funded project.

I gained access with assistance from the Hayat Convoy for Syria

I’m @Documentally on Twitter and App.net

While the world’s news is again preoccupied with North Korea, confirmation is seeping out of Washington that Assad has in fact used sarin gas on suburbs of Damascus and elsewhere, in what it calls a “small scale” chemical weapons attack.

I’m not sure if 20+ people killed by chemical weapons would be considered “small” if located inside US borders. What I am sure about is this can only exacerbate the current refugee crisis here.

Today we attempt to enter Syria and see some of those issues ourselves.

I’m @Documentally on twitter But as a safety precaution I won’t be sharing much in real time unless I’m sure it does not pose a threat to those around me.

More soon.

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But Audioboo isn’t like most online spaces.

This page of blurted sentiment and opinion will probably seem a bit much to some. Perhaps I’m over reacting because something I deeply care about is threatened.

I first blogged about Audioboo four years ago, not long after it’s launch.

I embraced it immediately, wholeheartedly, and have been passionately singing it’s praises ever since. Mainly in my talks and workshops around the globe.

Audioboo, it’s simplicity and why audio is important in today’s connected world has been a major part of my talks. To the foreign office, all the political parties, the British Council, The Open University, Reuters, Aljazeera, the BBC.. Journalists the world over.

I fell in love with the way it just worked. It’s intertwining of geographic data, text, photos and audio. It has been my main digital storymaking tool for the last four years.

I have laughed, cried and shared more via audio than any other medium. All because of this one app.

And this app exists because of one person’s passion and drive. An erratic, spontaneous, unusual man. A boat rocker, a captain of inovation who is no longer at the helm.  He’s been thrown overboard.

I’m not here to martyr Mark Rock. He rubbed a lot of people up the wrong way. He has been known to explode in meetings. He’s upset me more than once, mainly on the phone and not long ago, even though it didn’t last long, I promised myself i’d never speak to him again. I soon realised how much he believed in what he was doing and this made me look at him in a different light.

You need unconventional people to build out of the ordinary things.

You have to admire what he has built, the community that’s been nurtured, the fact that he wasn’t your conventional CEO. And lets not forget his small team. That did so much on so little funding. Of all the platforms out there sharing audio, only one feels like a living breathing organism. A community made of stories.

I thought.. “With people this passionate about what they’re doing.. what could possibly go wrong?”

When I recently caught wind of what was happening inside the company, I genuinely felt queazy as I thought of possible outcomes.

This is the press release that Audioboo have sent out:

Release

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Mark Rock, the founder and President of Audioboo, has announced he is handing over all executive responsibilities to Rob Proctor, who has been CEO since October 2012.

Audioboo – a web platform & series of mobile apps focussed on socialising the spoken word through simple record, upload and social interfaces, launched in 2009 with backing from UK broadcaster Channel 4, who still remain an active shareholder. Early success with radio & news groups such as The Guardian have blossomed into key global partnerships with the BBC, Wall Street Journal, The Telegraph, UK Radioplayer and the British Library.

Investors that Rock brought on board to fund the company include Imagination Technologies plc (whose graphics technology powers mobile devices such as the iPhone & iPad), AudioGo (the company that bought BBC Audiobooks), Simon Fuller’s XiX group and a key group of angel investors including Sir Don Cruickshank.

Rob Proctor, current CEO of Audioboo, said: “Mark has done a remarkable job of creating such a unique concept and bringing it to market. I feel genuinely privileged to be involved with such a great company and amazing team and look forward to helping the company realise it’s tremendous potential.”

“I was born with itchy fingers, “said Rock, “And a stupidity to believe anything can be achieved if you click your heels together 3 times. Now that Audioboo is stable and thriving, I have the urge to click those heels again in a few new areas.”

In a personal note sent to staff, Rock wrote: “I’ve spent 4 years crafting this vessel with many of you, piloting it away from the inhospitable shores from which it launched. We’ve nearly hit open seas. A time for a captain to take over. I have, after all, other ships to give shape to that are waiting for me.”

Rock will continue as a Board Director at Audioboo and remain a significant shareholder. Relaxing with a week of diving in Malta after leaving, he so far has no firm plans on what’s next. “Let’s see. I’ve weathered taking an idea with absolutely zero spending cash, no business plan and what sometimes seemed like an odd proposition. Nurtured, sculpted and grown into a solid platform that is now attracting key visibility – not only in the UK but internationally. I’m proud of that and knowledge learnt I’m keen to embed in other ventures and partnerships.

It’s another carefully crafted document to smooth the transition of another comfortably conventional suit into his cash focused role.

I hear you say.. “What are they here for if not to make money?”

Is it only about the money? Do we invest our time, words, ideas and feelings wrapped in stories just to make the other investors rich?

When I first visited the Audioboo offices, a speaker on the wall would play people’s uploads as they hit the server. The team coding and creating below were as much a part of the community as those sharing their lives around the world.

Mark Rock and the team managed to create something really special. An ecosystem now hanging in the balance.

What kind of community are you building when money is your only focus?

If the shoddy so called update to the Audioboo app is anything to go by, the company is going to need more than a CEO who knows his way around the boardroom. It’s going to need to reconnect with those truly passionate about social audio. Those who live, eat breath and share audio stories.

Idealistic I know.

We have seen too many unsustainable platforms fall by the wayside. Seesmic, 12 seconds, Phreadz. Some so desperate for growth that a pulling of the plug appeared to be the only option in a bid to cut losses.

I said it not long ago..

“As we invest so much of our cultural, conversational histories and stories, is it too much to ask that the companies hosting and archiving them guarantee that they will not only be there for future generations, but they will maintain the connections and metadata?…”

I can’t say my heart is no longer in audioboo because that’s exactly the problem. I have shared so much into this digital space that a chunk of my heart and soul hangs in there, strung out in the noughts and ones.

There is value being generated daily, by countless individuals living richer lives because Audioboo exists.

I hope the new Audioboo listens to the real investors.

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I wanted to get back to basics and find a simple aluminium monopod that suited my uses. I feel the Velbon Ultra Stick L50 is the very thing.

Compact, light and stable. At 370mm collapsed and 1550mm fully extended (without a head) I was more than happy with it’s portability. I don’t like having my gear strapped to the outside of a bag as it tends to advertise what’s in the bag. This is small and light enough at 280g to slide in most camera bags or satchels.

As light as it is, the specs state it will happily hold 2.5KG (that’s 5.52ibs in old money).

I’m currently using it with a Panasonic Lumix GH1 with mic and have no doubt it will happily cope with the newer larger Panasonic Lumix GH3 with battery grip, lighting and mic… when I can afford it.

I paid less than £25 on Amazon and am including affiliate links in this blog should you feel like treating yourself. (It costs nothing extra to you if you purchase via the link but Amazon may send me a voucher for a few pennies if lots of people use it).

Personally I think it’s a bargain. Although If I find it breaking in a few weeks or suddenly deemed an offensive weapon, i’ll be sure to pop back here and add that info to my blog.