What did May 26 look like?

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A week or so ago, I spoke at the Governance of Emerging Technologies & Science (GETS):
Law, Policy and Ethics at the Sandra Day O’Connor College of Law at Arizona State University on – GDPR: what does May 26 look like? Well, today looked awesome!  I was at the Phoenix Comic Fest – and it is an interesting dichotomy in privacy, because people are pretending to be someone else! Or someone they usually are not in their daily lives. It’s like burlesque dancers who are accountants by day and not-so-much by night.

No one talked about privacy. Other than to keep your hands to yourself. Cosplay is not consent.

That’s actually not a bad way to frame the European Union’s General Data Protection Act – keep your data fingers to yourself and to those who consent. Living in this world, online, in commerce, is not consent.

But as privacy professionals, we are not magicians, but perhaps we do resemble immortal warriors. Put on this earth alongside the tech gods – to fight with or against. So what did May 26 look like – pretty much any other a day, with a lot of action happening behind the scenes.

 

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National Nurses’ Week

this is a week to celebrate nurses. There are many nurses in my life aside from myself: family, friends, past colleagues, and students. Amazing individuals and I’m proud to be one (once a nurse, always a nurse)!

For this post, I’m sharing one of my favorite experiences. My time as a cancer and hospice nurse is still the most impactful time of my life. My patients taught me so much. They gave me courage, tears, honesty, love, respect, humility, hope, acceptance, and a calm view of the totality of life.

Back in 1996, I worked at the University of Tennessee medical center (go Vols! But orange ain’t my color), while Peyton was quarterback there. Night nurse. 7 on and 7 off. Brutal, but continuity for patients. We became family – dysfunctions and sacrifices.

They found out I did not know how to Macarena. Shocking! They them flashmobbed me at 2 am… And I do mean flashed. Hospital gowns, IV poles, and catheters. Not pretty. But they were enthusiastic, cheering, laughing, and successful. I learned the Macarena, but I also learned to enjoy the small things.

So thank a nurse. You never know what happens when you’re not there with your loved ones. Sometimes, it’s just not something we would be document in a chart!