It would be nice to have a "one and done" effort, where we didn't have to be so faithfully persistent. (Quite a few home improvement offerings cater to this desire.)
On the other hand, we're not so keen on "one and done" blessings: we like having blessings like our food supplied persistently.
Word on the street was that this same software was used by the big boys for power generation and distribution, ditto water, etc. And that the security on the installations was laughable--once you got into the network you could monkey at will. It might be hard to cause damage unless you knew the details of the system. But if you coordinated an arson attack with a water outage... Something as naive as "clicking the power off" button could cause temporary problems, but editing the reaction scripts would cause harder-to-find issues.
This was a few years after 9/11, and one would have expected a certain heightened awareness of vulnerabilities. Perhaps there was, and the details were kept quiet while people tried to fix them. Or perhaps there was, and the cans were quietly kicked down the road.
I gather from the news yesterday that some vulnerabilities still exist--not least to denial of service attacks on such service infrastructure.
Savior, like a shepherd lead us. In Thy pastures fatly feed us. We are Thine, do Thou defend us. In Thy cause do not expend us.
Shakespeare it isn't -- doggerel, but with rhythm and rhyme enough to keep in your mind. "As you draw near to the Fogo land, you'll have fifteen fathoms in the sounding sand, -- From fifteen to eighteen, never more, and that you'll have close to the shore."
At the moment the linked site only has the one sample.
The site also has a collection of shanties and of sea songs. I assume these are slightly sanitized versions. Hard work, alcohol and female company are prominent. "The other mornin' I was walkin' by the river When I saw a young girl walkin' With her topsails all a-quiver" Several of the shanties are about the life and troubles of black sailors.
If you were assured that the journey were reversible -- you could hike back again when satisfied -- would you try that adventure? (after first running back to the car to get some extra food and a parka, of course)
The temperature yesterday made the possibility extra enticing. Yes, I'd go, even without a camera to prove things with later.
Lapham Peak is a kame, named after Increase Lapham who "made weather observations here and issued the first published national weather forecast". Lots of birds for Eldest Son, a butterfly garden -- a good day out in the air.
Beyond the basics: I like this man's take on the profession.
BBQ meat tastes pretty much the same as before--slightly drier, perhaps. But BBQ sauces might just as well be ketchup; there's little taste to them.
Generic Cheerios are made differently than brand name ones. Ask me how I can tell. I'd read that generics were made by the same factories as the brand names, but perhaps not.
Fruits seem to have an aftertaste now (apples particularly). No, it isn't pesticides; we don't use any in our garden and the raspberries taste off too. Maybe I'm finally tasting the natural anti-bug flavors the plants use.
Is this the way to cure it in soccer?
Speaking of performative injuries, the intersection of South Baldwin and Williamson streets is blocked off by protestors who need space to "mourn." They've managed to get the last and penultimate Concerts on the Square canceled too. For "mourning."
The three-fold naming caught my attention this morning. Jesus refers to his "new name"--presumably new to us, since we just have the human name of Savior. He sometimes refers to God the Father as "my God". So what is the relationship of the name of the new Jerusalem to the other two names?
The presence of the Holy Spirit, maybe?
Perhaps my eyes are just not what they used to be, but I can't tell exactly what went on. It doesn't help that a car moves across the field of view for part of the time.
Madison police do not wear body-cams(*)
Madison police have a reputation for being more community-sensitive and better trained than most. It could be true; I haven't had enough interactions with police here and there to have any basis of comparison.
I don't care to render a judgment myself; not right now. I do not see what the accusers profess to see. Nor do I see evidence of innocence. I see blurriness. And therefore I harbor deep suspicions of those who claimed perfect clarity from the very beginning of the reporting. It is possible for someone to have lied even when what he says eventually proves correct. Consider Joseph McCarthy.
And I wonder who is having AI generate video recreations of the incident right now.
(*) Former mayor Soglin, famously known as The Red Mayor, wrote this:
Why Madison Police do not have body cameras:Prior to 2016, real reason: cost of storage of data
Since 2017: stated reason, "Invasion of a citizens privacy."
Since 2017, real reasons:
1. It increases the city's liability not having information a body camera provides.
2. The police want it, therefore we say, "No."
I lingered over the taste a while, trying to figure out what sort of cuisine and palate this would fit with.
Not German or Cajun or "American Midwest."
Interesting, but once is plenty.
I'll pass on making it myself, and on this recipe too.
In the middle of the other night the nurses heard music from somewhere, and finally traced it down to his room, where he was singing hymns.
In a different kind of prison, one with bars of sickness and of failing mind, he was, like Paul and Silas, still singing.
My ear isn't tuned for this yet, but when he goes through it I can start to hear what's going on.
I get the impression that the categories of major and minor are a bit blurry at the edges.
