There is a whole new wave of spam coming in – it’s all about growing your own body-parts from your own body-parts. Presumably this is a set-up for “live forever!” spam, coming to an in-box, soon.
There is a whole new wave of spam coming in – it’s all about growing your own body-parts from your own body-parts. Presumably this is a set-up for “live forever!” spam, coming to an in-box, soon.
It seems to me that, in order to have “fun” a creature needs some sort of self-awareness: “I am doing something that amuses me.” There’s some more than basic cause/effect analysis going on, there, as well: “I do this thing and I have fun.” Can we say it’s a creative process?
Strava’s heat map has made a lot of people step back and realize, “wow, there are side-channels to data.” Most of us in the computer security world have known that for a long time; some of us have spent our lives trying to stop such channels from happening; it’s a frustrating way to spend your life but, as Townes says, “it beats sitting around waiting to die.”
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“Lakon RAT-01, You are cleared to land, pad #6.”
I don’t really know where to go with some of this; I’m geniunely afraid I’m going to start sounding like a conspiracy theorist. The conspiracies have already staked out their territory, though, which makes this whole topic a bit of a mine-field.
Strava (a fitbit competitor health bracelet tracking device) released “heat maps” of their data-sets. I suspect that is going to change fairly quickly, but the information security world has been having a ton of fun with it.
I’m going to get to see Lisbon, with a bit of luck, but only from the connecting cattle-chute. This week coming up I’ll be speaking at the IT-Defense conference in Munich, [itd] so I am not sure whether I’ll be writing much, or not. It’s going to depend on internet access, jet lag, airport security, connections, and a host of other factors.
Since the airlines screw local airport flights, I get to drive 3hr down to Washington, in order to have an affordable flight (Washington always seems to have the cheapest flights on the east coast) so I’m just going to pay attention to getting there. I’ve got a copy of a book of speeches by Howard Zinn to keep me uplifted and some books about the industrial revolution to crush me back down, again.
I don’t expect I’ll go completely silent, but I’ll be home Friday, with a bit of luck.
Some of the fake news that the righteous fringe get is the Jim Bakker sort: it’s the end of days, buy our bucket of tasteless high-calorie chum. Sometimes I get really nasty stuff, like this.
Welding has always seemed like a big scary thing to me. I really have no idea why. My favorite theory is that I’ve seen a lot of bad welding and I don’t like to be bad at anything, so I’ve just avoided it, coward that I am.
