Touché, John Richards, touché

clouds sun & sea// circa jan ’10
a minute – just a brief moment – to reflect, to remember, to think of something other than RIGHT THIS NOW… followed by Jeff Buckley singing Hallelujah. 7 days later, there’s still no understanding, just less public idiocy. More thoughtfulness. How about more love? ‘Cause that’s gotta help – it’s helped me and Boo.

U2 sings of the Unforgettable Fire, ‘I am coming home..’ … which I appreciate John being willing to play.

Noted that as we approached the end of the world (as we know it, but we’re doing fine) how Boo and I ended up doing what we do. Games with her brothers after figuring out her etching issue, up too late then some reading in bed – perfect cross section of my love. I watched some telly, including a Perl Jam doc, the Rocky Horror episode of Glee, went out and shot Christmas lights in the wind and rain, and then went to bed thinking. Got sad from some news, some reflection, so we cuddled. Also opened the window to hear the rain and the wind…. after all  it was just the end of the world, nothing big.

I sit here listening to music, looking at pics, trying to type a few thoughts down. Should soothe me knowing …

we lose everything in the end. It’s what we do with it all while we’re breathing that counts…

The sun and clouds battle above, brightness obscured so slightly … the winds play havoc with the chairs that sit in wait out front (oh please have a fire, please please please)… the leaves blown from our gutters swirl in chaotic circles across and around our yard. For the end of the world, it’s not too bad. Could be a lot worse.

The sun isn’t blood red. A cosmic ray from the edges of our known universe is not currently scraping off the earth’s atmosphere at the rate of 15 degrees of our circumference an hour. Yet – is it the end? What if we just stopped doing what we do, and do something new? How many hours does it take to change your life?
3? 1? Not even an hour if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time; never, if you’re in the right place at the right time?

Hmmm… is it possible that we prepare everyday for the end, as going to sleep could be the substitute for planet shattering seismic occurrences as we drill straight to hell in the name of our oil addiction?

Hmmm… the clouds seem to be winning. sigh.

“I’m gonna make it through this year // if it kills me”

Yes John (1 & 2), oh yes … singing AND dancing.

now we act.

ciao

}S{ | dona nobis pacem |

“Keep Calm and Carry On” or “Keep Calm … and Cupcakes!”

A Post Where I Explain …

Ah, up scott’s nose. Good shot, man…

anything? Probably not…
‘Twas oh so great to have amigos Karl and Holly and awesome dog Mika come and visit. It’s good to be with friends who know and love you, and still tolerate your goofiness. Woot!

In having them visit us there was – as always with me, amIright? – a touch of nostalgia and reminiscence and during such things a few pictures were noted from the past… including the shot above – post happy fun gathering dinner at Buca in DC. Going back in time is fraught with danger, but I’ve found it can cause good enough feeling to be worth the risk. We’ve all changed, we were so very foolish, and yet – here we are. Again. Enjoying our lives, no matter how imperfect they seem. I’m sure in another 10 years we’ll look back and smile and shake our heads – at least we’ll have moments to shake our heads at, yes?

Times with Karl and Holly are always punctuated with too much delicious food, great drinks, way crazy and oh-so-enjoyable entertainment (these fine folks introduced me to Invader Zim! – need I say more?) – shall we suggest a watching of The Workaholics, Bob’s Burgers and the BBC version of The IT Crowd? Why yes – yes I shall …

So thank you, again, for an enjoyable, entertaining, exciting visit you guys (also, Mika is awesome!) – won’t be able to swing by G2P without wondering what tasty drinks Karl would choose, have a fire out front without wondering where you guys are, or be able to poke our nose in the pantry without wondering what fabulous-ness could be made RIGHT NOW – but don’t we need Holly??

Sigh.

What was that – a duplex in the area? We can keep our eyes open.

Mika gets some tongue action

ciao

}S{ | dona nobis pacem |

“Keep Calm and Carry On” or “Keep Calm … and Cupcakes!”

{{12:17:2012 + 8:52a = Monday Morning || Rose Windows sings Wartime Lovers on KEXP}}

ARS’ article on SHA1 encryption concerns

13ThursdayDEC 2012

The article – Oh great: New attack makes some password cracking faster, easier than ever – points out a basic truth – as hardware improves, so does the efficiency of software running on it.
Applying that truth to a file with hashed passwords, while also adding a bit of polish to the program that runs plain-text through the SHA1 encryption algorithm nets a 20% increase in time to success for those who are trying to crack your passwords. Not as nefarious as it sounds, but if you have the power to choose a better, stronger encryption scheme for your digital site, then you should do that.
Since I don’t have control over the schemes my bank, or Google uses, I’ll do what I’ve been doing right along – strong passwords changed regularly. every 90 days it takes me 15 minutes to change the passwords that need to remain secure – using KeePass and LastPass allows my efforts to not become a burden.
What do you do to make your digital life easier yet more secure?
::: Scott :::

patching the cracks in the facade…

a sunny day, clouds float by past the pine trees outside the office windows …
Boo sits in the dining room with friends – oh how that makes things better somehow – an external, un-forced joy sifts across the house. Holly’s laughter sounds like smiles, Karl’s sure to share his friends with us,

and Mika …

oh how good it is to have a pup about … to sit on beds on the floor, to wag a tail, to chase a bouncing ball under the dresser …

to sniff at an open window – hoping to know more about what’s outside…

is this just a reassurance that the words we use to describe the feelings we’re missing are right? is this just a reintroduction to the power and gravity of the ‘nimals pull? is this just what it is, life and love and joy and sadness and sorrow and hate?

oh the cracks, they come, they have to come. they cause me fear, for how do you put the pieces back together if you can’t pick anything up? so friends… oh our friends.
they love. they care. they act like the amazing people they are and they make our lives better, make our lives bearable at the times I can’t bear it any more… through acts of compassion, acts of humanity, acts of friendship. how the fuck did I get here? how the fuck did this happen?

of course, pushing this brings this to the open, and I can’t do that right now – we’re having a good time, right?
hmmm…

s.

{{12:13p + 6Dec2012=Thursday afternoon || Marc Cogman sings : Chairoscoro}}