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Digital Identity Research and Pronunciation Teaching
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Lord,
this digital world is like water—
it flows everywhere,
takes the shape of any vessel,
and can gently nourish
or slowly erode.
Teach me to be like water,
not like debris.
Let my mind stay clear,
my movements deliberate,
my responses chosen
instead of automatic.
Protect me from the attacks
I never see coming:
a single careless tap
that opens a door to thieves,
a moment of anger
that becomes a permanent record.
Help me intercept the scam
before it lands,
redirect the insult
without letting it pierce me.
Guide me to train
in small, daily disciplines:
strong passwords,
two‑factor checks,
pausing to breathe
before I click or post.
These are my forms and drills
for the modern battlefield.
And grant that my stewardship
of this wired life
reflects true mastery—
not control over others,
but control over myself;
not fear of technology,
but skillful use of it
in the service of what is right.
Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Lord,
the art of war has moved
from fields and walls
to cables and clouds.
Teach me to know this battlefield.
Let me study myself and the enemy:
my habits, my weaknesses, my impulses;
their tricks, their lures, their timing.
For if I know both,
I need not fear
a hundred phishing attempts.
Help me choose my ground wisely:
to avoid risky sites,
to limit what I share,
to fight only the battles that matter.
The greatest victory online
is to prevent the conflict
before it begins.
Protect my strongholds—
email, banking, identity—
with layers of defense
instead of a single fragile gate.
Where I am weak,
let me reinforce;
where I am strong,
let me stay vigilant.
And grant that my strategy in this digital war
always serves a just peace:
defending the vulnerable,
shielding my household,
and refusing to use
the weapons of deceit
even when they seem effective.
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Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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June 18th ~August 26th!
In about three months make ecellent progress in improving English accent or pronunciation and be trained in how to keep on improving after the 10-week course.
The instructor, Bill Acton, has been teaching pronunciation for about 50 years. His method is "haptic," that is it uses a great deal of gesture and touch to make learning easier and more enjoyable. This course also makes extensive use of AI and identity protection training.
(This is also a good course for an instructor who wants an introduction to haptic pronunciation teaching. You can sit in for the same course fee, plus we have a weekly instructor meeting!)
Please pass on to anybody who could use this course!!!
For more information or to sign up: wracton@gmail.com
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Lord,
the world of my day was transformed
by energy, mass, and light;
this age is transformed
by information.
Grant me a sense of wonder
without a loss of responsibility.
Let me not confuse connectivity
with community,
nor speed of access
with depth of understanding.
Teach me to ask, of every new device
and every clever application:
Does it help us become more human,
or merely more efficient?
Who is protected by this technology,
and who is exposed?
Guard my accounts and data
with defenses as elegant
as a well‑proven theory—
simple, strong, internally consistent:
unique passwords,
layers of verification,
a healthy suspicion of claims
that ignore basic laws of risk and reward.
And when I face the ethical puzzles
of this digital universe—
surveillance, manipulation,
the quiet bias of algorithms—
give me the courage
to speak unpopular truths,
to place conscience before convenience,
so that my stewardship of this wired cosmos
reflects not only intelligence,
but wisdom.
Caveat emptier: This post was drafted with help from an AI assistant (Perplexity)— but ideated and edited extensively by the human, Bill Acton
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Mon Dieu,
you hear the songs I sing in the spotlight
and the prayers I whisper
when the curtain falls.
In this bright, merciless online world,
where every joy and failure
can be replayed and judged,
teach me to give my heart
without giving away my safety.
Protect me from lovers who arrive
through glowing messages—
so quick to adore,
so quick to ask for money,
for secrets,
for pieces of my life
I can never reclaim.
Guard my past
from being twisted into spectacle,
my vulnerabilities
from becoming someone else’s content,
my face and voice
from being stolen and reshaped
by tools that do not care
who I really am.
Help me to love fiercely
without posting everything,
to confess honestly
without feeding the crowd’s appetite
for scandal.
And when I am tempted
to measure my worth
by views, comments,
and the fickle chorus of strangers,
whisper that even if I “regret nothing,”
I can still choose differently today—
stewarding my digital life
with a little more care
for the fragile, real heart
behind the song.
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Eternal Light,
who dwell’st above this vast and winding web
no less than once above the waste and wild,
look graciously upon my wandering eye.
In this new Paradise of screens and streams,
where every fruit is but a tap away,
teach me to know the serpent from the seed,
the baited lure from honest nourishment.
Let not my hand, abused to wanton clicks,
unlock those gates where malice waits unseen—
the theft of name, of treasure, of good fame.
Give me a sword of reason, keen and bright,
to cleave through lies that promise godlike power
for just “one click” or “sign in here.”
Guard, as once flaming cherubim did keep the tree of life,
my passwords and my private store,
that no intruding will may enter in
to spoil what thou hast given me to tend.
And if I fall through folly of my own,
let that sharp loss become a schooling grace,
that rising wiser,
I may steward this wide, digital Eden
not as a careless Adam,
but as one who longs
to walk with thee in truth at eventide.