This morning as I came around the bend from I-90 to the end of i-87 I saw a murmuration of starlings flying around. Love to see those, the swarm moving around through the air as one thing until as one thing, it lands somewhere.
This bunch of birds though, rather than landing in the marshy edges or shrubbery, landed on the road in front of my car! As in, I had to slow down to almost nothing to avoid hitting them and give them a moment to recover their little birdy brains and move to the two sides of the road.
I got my second postcard in the mail today, and tonight I’m putting out another round myself. While I’d like to say I’m referencing the classical literature and doing Ekphrasis on a regular basis… I’m not. Apparently I’m in the groove of alternating 14 line bits with groups of haiku. Apparently I can’t resist mentioning gnomes. Deal with it people.
Meanwhile at work I find myself having conversations with people that include something like this:
I want a computer that doesn’t have all these cookies.
or similar nonsense. People, people, people! You whine about needing “all these passwords” so don’t go whining to me about this evil overlord, the dread cookie.
Here’s what I tell them: Cookies aren’t inherently evil:
Other kinds of cookies perform essential functions in the modern web. Perhaps most importantly, authentication cookies are the most common method used by web servers to know whether the user is logged in or not, and which account they are logged in with. Without such a mechanism, the site would not know whether to send a page containing sensitive information, or require the user to authenticate themselves by logging in. The security of an authentication cookie generally depends on the security of the issuing website and the user’s web browser, and on whether the cookie data is encrypted.
And how perfect is this!? (Thanks Raymond Maxwell!)
Via Bad Girl Chats today:
“Black Cat“
as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.— Rainer Marie Rilke
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible but in the end, they always fall — Think of it, ALWAYS.
