Cherries related to Rose.
So many freaking passwords are needed to surf the web or work with a computer. So much balkanization and paranoia. Maybe my bank just hit a button and transferred my checking account to Keyser Soze because he knew how I made a password out of Louis Tiant's lifetime ERA? Every newspaper that asks for a password from me gets one based on "Washington Post", the Washington Post gets one based on "Washington Star." This helps me not with all else. All else is a mish-mash. I rarely remember who exactly I gave the password "ChocolateLabCheckers" to. Then there are evaporating work passwords which are rule obliged to change every couple of months. Multiplying the horror exponentially
I have arrived at a series of methods of generating passwords, which I have a passing shot at remembering. Of course after a couple of weeks muscle memory takes over, leaving only awkward moments after a long week-end when even your muscles have forgotten. Tempo is the key. I read once that there are special keystroke loggers designed to differentiate who is typing a password by the tempo with which it is typed.
The procedure is to gain an eight to twelve character password by taking a line from a song or a poem and taking the initial letters of each word. Then departing from that rule-set strictly and pushing it through a couple of other transforms to arrive at a suitable password. Song lines are easy enough to come by, In this pop culture you're soaking in it: "C_andy's G_oing B_ad,_ S_he's G_ot S_tars I_n H_er H_air." Poetry less so. The last time new password season came round I recalled I had a new book of poetry by one of my close friends from college days, Hoa Nguyen, now a published poet and literatrician. The book is Hecate lochia. Hoa Nguyen, I caution, is different from Tran Nguyen. I read through the book until I came to a poem called "Cherries" and knew it was the one. An open and sounding set of lines invoking the senses at every turn. "Cherries related to rose round and sweet like bing", was the first line. I typed that into Bing just to see what would happen. Finding in this way a web log post reviewing and analyzing her poetry Isola di Rifiuti: Two Books by Hoa Nguyen . Its good, its all very good.
This is the beginning of the post word world, however A visually ordered and visually communicating world is coming. This gets taken up and dropped fairly often Let's save literature from the literati - The New York Times - Salon.com. Usually dismissed when it is discovered the transition won't be finished by the next morning. This is a mistake because it is coming. In the realm of our narrative schezerades - our story-telling the bulk of it, videoforms and videogames, will be on the other side within a generation or so. We won't go mute as a people, there will language. But, show -- don't tell, will be the first and last order of the new literature. A irreducible array of visual symbols will anchor it What is Visual Culture? Different quadrants and sectors of the brain will get their day in the sun. This will make us neither smarter nor dumber. Language was never much more than an elaborate set of pointing behaviors at any rate. Indicative of mood and object, here and there. Animals as I've observed them: cats, dogs, birds and whatnot do not feel the loss of our language. They make their points transparently, and un-ambitiously.
Steve Job's iPad tablet. What is that any way? A mere multifaceted viewer, a listener device, locked into a single appliance store. The end of personal computing, the start of data toasting? Briefly I was reassured when I read that Apple understood this narrowed nature, and intended a Macintosh against iDevour digital divide. Content creation against content consumption. The iPods and iPads are deliberately intended as content consumption devices Curated computing: what's next for devices in a post-iPad world. If you want to create in a palate of layout, images and motion, you obtain a workstation, big iron laptop, a device with more of a foot in the floating point world. I become less reassured as I observe that Apple sees the future, its future, at least. in the iPad paradigm. That by content it is really "big content" movies, music, games, that one is called up to consume Netflix, Hulu, CBS, ABC, TED, Flickr, more readying for iPad. The implications of this are that the app store will be the model for future software dissemination and vender channeled advertising Apple's "evil/genius" plan to punk the Web and gild the iPad. That Apple does not believe in the open net-neutral world wide web. They either do not believe in it at all or do not believe it will last and have laid in their own tube. They probably believe (along with most others) that the era of fat-client computing is over and the story is what does thin look like to mobile devices. the rise of the iPad is the death of the Mac - Ars Technica OpenForum. I also get the feeling that Apple no longer believes in peer to peer content creation, sharing maybe but not creation. Creation looks top down. Rolling outward from the positioned few to the many Why I won't buy an iPad (and think you shouldn't, either) - Boing Boing. Where does this leave poetry? Words are special, they take a conception and pin its corners down. If not to a single meaning, then to less than contradictory meanings. A visual culture that attempts to decouple itself from words wanders off into a wilderness country. That country, in fact, where the animals live contentedly. Civilization is a continual founding in an undiscovered country. Rome out of the ashes of Troy, Carthage out of Tyre. Cities sited walked off in perimeter described. I sing of men and their arms.
11:43:22 PM  ;;
|
|
