Nowhere To Go

I sat at home, looking outside the big picture window as tiny flakes of snow fell from the slate sky and thought about my day. Where to go? To go? Lunch? Where?

Then I got over it. There is nowhere to go. There are no destinations out there where I could find anything that I want. What I want is lost to the past. Again I find myself fondly recalling “The Spot” coffeehouse in Buffalo. It was immense, comfy couches and chairs, and a central ebony bar where you could order any beverage as long as it was tea or coffee based. That’s where I want to go. So of to Yelp to see what is available locally.

Give me a break. Everything is either in run down factory space, which means derelict paper plant shipping skids repurposed into shops, with benches and uncomfortable seating arrangements, with expensive blown out menus — or a chain. Chains serve a purpose but they are not, and never will be, destinations. They are locations of opportunity.

So, lunch at home. Entertainment at home. Everything is here, why would I leave? So I’m all dressed up and have nowhere to go. And the key is to make peace with that. To make peace with the inaccessible past. To let it go and accept the boring and dull crapscape before me.

Thank goodness I can cook for myself! I’d be lost otherwise. The only reason to leave will be to fetch Scott at 5pm. That’s it.

Dinner Designs

Tonight we shall have Colcannon for dinner. I can’t believe that it took me this long to discover such a fundamental Irish dish!

This will give me lunches for the entire week. Also used up two gnarly segments of cabbage (with the oxidized parts cut away), and put another dent in the porkbellies that I froze weeks ago.

Enjoying a rather strong Bloody Mary as well.

Whiteboard Secure?

The first time you start to involve yourself in cryptography you start on a path to suspicion and paranoia. Nearly every discussion about cryptography involves two example parties, Alice and Bob. Alice is always trying to keep secrets from Bob, and these two characters are used to illustrate everything from public key cryptography to man-in-the-middle attacks, and a lot more than just these examples as well.

This entire line of reasoning starts to kindle thoughts about how you go about your everyday life and just how much of your personal data, your privacy, your secrets are all leaking out around the edges. For all the efforts of your own personal Alice, there is a Bob out there, maybe, trying to dig up things you aren’t watching over or never expect.

A portion of cryptography, or more generally espionage in general comes down to the things you leave behind. Some folks think that strip-shredding sensitive papers is enough, while others consider upgrading to crosscut shredding to be the gold standard. For really sensitive papers, I personally have considered the only really effective way to prevent them from being reassembled is through burning and beating with some sort of implement to mix up the ashes. All this is to prevent information from leaking out where you never intend for it to leak out from. A big part of this, and in a lot of film noir detective stories, is phone numbers or passwords written on sticky notes or on a notepad. Sometimes people will write something down on a series-bound stack of papers with something like a ball-point pen, because it’s handy. The ball-point does put ink on paper, but it also can emboss paper below the sheet you are working on, and with a gentle swipe of pencil graphite, the ghost of what was written re-appears.

While I’ve been working at my desk, I got to thinking about convenient surfaces that I could take notes on, which would be handy and easily erased and reused. A while back I stopped at the dollar store and got a nice little whiteboard and a selection of dry-erase markers. Super cheap, super convenient. The whiteboard has proven to be very convenient and useful in my workplace and for $2, a non-issue when it comes to the pricetag. It struck me that this cheap cardboard and plastic whiteboard assembly could also be a very secure way to write temporary notes, say banking details for example. I can write a whole line of values and account numbers, passwords, whatever I like and with a swipe and rub of an eraser rag, whoosh, all of the details are gone forever. As I examined the whiteboard and considered this, I thought of ways that the wiping process could be reversed. There is no embossing onto a lower layer to worry about, and there doesn’t appear to be any order of anything at all on the surface or the wiping rag. So I would at least think on the outset that a whiteboard makes a very fine and secure temporary notepad to write anything on, because once wiped off, perhaps also with alcohol or Windex just to be very careful, I can’t imagine there is any way to unwind the clock on the erasure process. No way to get back what was written.

Now there is no application for this sort of security in my life, other than perhaps writing down account numbers, my SSN, or perhaps the password to some sort of system here at work, but if you are looking for a way to write temporary notes and not have to worry about security – a whiteboard at the dollar store certainly seems to be a solid approach.

Pete Buttigieg

Last night, on the way back from Chicago we started to talk about the littered Democratic landscape, who was running and who each of us liked. The candidate docket feels like Santa’s List, it just spills on and on and on. Warren, Biden, Beto, Bernie. I have thoughts on all of them, but knew next to nothing about Pete Buttigieg. That was until this morning. I read some more, found a subreddit for him, and watched a clip of him interact with Al Sharpton. I could give or take Al Sharpton, but what the clip contained had enough substance to move me.

I still don’t know who I want for the Democratic candidate, but Pete Buttigieg is climbing the charts.

What I want to see is an interview between him and Rachel Maddow. I respect and trust Rachel to ask really good questions and help us all discover more about this candidate. It’s just a matter of time.

C2E2: Will I Be On Camera?

Spotted this gem this morning. There’s something in the tall grass here at C2E2:

The paragraph covering “Will I Be On Camera?” has us scratching our noggins. What does it mean? It could mean facial tracking technology and data sales between customer flow in the exhibitors hall and their subsequent selections on the app for their fandoms. And since all our demographic data is online with ReedPOP, the managing company, they’d have to be dullards to not take advantage of this in all the ways I can think of. So, pinnacle of corruption and deep-cut privacy violations galore! But hey, we all accepted it and frankly my dear, nobody cares or even is worried over it. So I am going to be, in perpetuity (heh heh) the only Watchman shaking his canary cage.

It’s all good. I expect nothing less. Companies are corrupt, all the way to the core. That’s what they are. That is their basic nature. Paging Marcus Aurelius, and Dr. Lecter.

Moo goes the cow. Baa goes the sheep.

C2E2: Movies EVERYONE Disagrees With You On

This movie panel is jammed packed. It’s a Q&A and the fans flocked to the open Mic. Like half the room got up and went to stand in line.

1941, X-Men: The Last Stand, Spiderman 3, La La Land, Thor Ragnarok, Santa Claus : The Movie, Oceans 11, You Dont Mess With The Zohan, Logan, Alien 3, Fantastic Four, Where The Wild Things Are, Greatest Showman, Batman v Superman, Murder Party, Lion King, Up, Hudson Hawk.

Lots of groans, hilarious!

Interludes: Ironic Occupation

The irony of any con as a non-specialized fan is the doubt that you’ll find enough to keep you occupied. The fear that you won’t get your admission value, that in won’t be worth it.

And then it starts and you have that odd twist that you have to sacrifice a panel because you are hungry. I carry several meals with me during the con, and now I’m taking a break to find a table so I can settle down and have lunch.

At least I’m logging serious mileage, cons are good for cardio in that respect.