This is so much fun that it has to be shared. Go here and hit the play button on the pulsating vinyl record album icon (looks like the non-working version to your left) to get started. Or just enter “Google” (you heard me) into your browser’s address bar to find that play graphic. Then follow along and explore.
Month: August 2017
rDay Eight-Hundred-Seventy
Get In Sync With The Universe
Sign up here. I did, and will let you know if I come to regret it. (After all, Google probably knows more about me by now than I will ever remember, or may have ever known myself.)
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2017/science/astronomy-space-calendar.html
Octopus Consciousness
Is IOS More Secure Than Android?
I first encountered David Strom many, many years ago when I worked at UCLA, early in personal computing history. Since then, he has gone on to make a name for himself in the computer security world. Today, he discusses a topic that is often tossed around by my friends and old colleagues and is frequently asked of me directly. So I defer to David’s take on the matter here.
Spokane, A July Adventure: Day Three Return
As we depart on Tuesday morning, we continue to see Porsches, for at least fifty miles out.
The next stretch is simple and somewhat barren, mile after mile, with windshield photography to pass the time and settle into a special zone.
We make a stopover in Walla Walla for lunch and a drive-through of the downtown area, where within the space of two or three blocks we encounter half a dozen wine tasting storefronts plus a couple of cannabis stores.
The final leg took us across a favorite sports car driving road, Hwy 204, just inside the Oregon border.
Hopefully, this is the last of the Spokane series. It’s already in the past; must move ahead to the present.
rDay Eight-Hundred-Sixty-Eight
Passwords and Regrets
Bill Burr, fourteen years later, admits that his advice and approach were oversimplified. You need to read this if you aren’t going far enough with your password strategies.
Laugh of the Day
So people spotted what seemed to be a driverless car …
rDay Eight-Hundred-Sixty-Seven
Out and about in the morning; trying to beat the (yet again) vicious afternoon heat.