That’s Amazing: I’ve Got the Same Combination on my Luggage!

Well, look how timely we are: just as I was downloading my choice of password keeper, a frantic email arrived from newly-hacked eBay urging me to change my password. (Although thanks a lot, Devin Wenig, for sending the message May 26 instead of last week when you first learned of the "cyberattack.”)

Luckily, I’d already found my champion: 1Password of House AgileBits (can you tell I missed Game of Thrones this week?). The research was not fun on this one, and required pestering computer-savvy friends and googling terms like “256-bit encryption.” I really thought this was going to be easier, as in reading a few forum posts on MacRumors or finding a modern, definitive answer via Wired. But it turns out that there is a black hole on the Internet for these reviews. Maybe no one wants to post their security strategy on the same Interwebs where hackers creep? Perhaps that in and of itself is dangerous?  Honestly, the most comprehensive round up I found was from this awww, shucks writer for The Oregonian.

I’ll let you know should Heartbleed 2 target the blogosphere and steal all my frequent flyer miles in response to this renegade review.

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”
— Ernest Hemingway

That’s the Kind of Thing an Idiot Would Have on his Luggage!

I’m narrowing down options for Internet password-saving apps at the moment and not only is it far less exciting than, say, speakeasies in Berlin, but there is a surprising lack of solid reviews out there.  Surprising because I assumed that the Internet would be all about encryption analysis and the geeks would come out of the woodwork to comment. I use the term “geek” as the highest compliment - I need you, techsperts! (Side note: I think I just invented the term techsperts, ©research warrior 2014! See also: textperts, as in tweens with masterful command of Emoji. Can you tell I’m writing this at 4:56am? Regardless of delirium, I call copyright.)

But instead, all I’ve found are dumbed-down articles (I’m looking at you, cnet) that seem to follow the distilled formula of:

1) shout-out to Heartbleed and scare tactics warning against using the same password, some reassurance that it’s hard and annoying to have to remember everything (true, but still) segued into the timeliness and importance of security.

2) explanation of “freemium” platform, followed by an inaccurate price guide.

3) author’s preference based on interface or additional probably-glitchy and irritatingly worthless feature.

Now, I’m not against using interface as a selection tool.  On the contrary, intuitive apps that are aesthetically pleasing win pretty much everytime over the clunky-but-useful version. I feel like if developers don’t pay attention to looks when we’re so obsessed with how our phones are decorated (techorated? I’m on a roll!), then they aren’t savvy enough to compete in the wild west of app creation. They have app-athy for design (okay, I promise that was the last one) that gives me pause for how thorough the program could be.  But that’s all conjecture and possibly inviting a debate that I will save for another post. Or never, because zzzzzzzzz.

So back to Spaceballs.  Allegedly, the top two passwords are STILL “12345…” and “password.” I couldn’t let this go without a reference.

Results of my yawn-inducing but necessary quest forthcoming, when we all meet again in Password Apps 2: the Search for More Money.

Note for Mel Brooks purists: this clip is edited to be more relevant to the stupidest combination ever heard.

The Art of the Strongly-Worded Letter, preamble

Here we are again with little content and many beautiful excuses as to why.  I’d like to blame my recent move but it’s been months at this point.  I will say that I have several potential articles of organizational advice that move beyond the usual well-meaning but frankly irritating suggestions to get rid of anything you haven’t worn in six months, etc. But I’ve bored myself just typing the summary, let alone an entire post.


copyright classrooms and cubicles in the 70s

Plus, I’ve mastered procrastination in unpacking by way of perfectionism.  This goes a something like: if I don’t have the exact most efficient layout for my drawers then I can’t possibly put anything in them, so why don’t I wait a week to see which one feels the most intuitive when reaching for that fork? And then I just so happen to have all manner of disposable forks at the ready, easily avoiding commitment to any specific drawer.  Then I scour minimalist blogs for clever, practical tips, followed by design blogs for artistic inspiration and then it’s on to online shopping for the right tools. Eventually my eyesight blurs and I abandon whichever vintage Ebay listing I was watching, too tired to unwrap silverware.  And now reaching into the box that holds all the forks has become sadly intuitive, so there’s that.

Isabel Allende is forcing my hand…

YES, I realize this blog endeavor has been little more than a virtual placeholder for well over a year, and that all my updates consist of (probably imperceptibly) altering the mid-century color scheme. But fear not, loyal readers (…Bueller?): 2013 has been so packed with experiences too-unbelievable-to-be-fiction that I couldn’t help but be inspired. And I’ve been recording stories to post here, along with the ridiculously detailed reviews you’ve been requesting. And by “requesting,” I mean friends asking which Etsy toiletry bag I’m considering for Berlin and the recipe for my latest DIY Vitamin C serum. I took the liberty of stretching those casual questions into demands for content.

Plus, in the latest round of compulsively adding books to my goodreads list, I stumbled upon this gem of a quote from author Isabel Allende:

Write what should not be forgotten.

I’m sure there is a more pretentious bent one could take here, and in truth, she’s probably referring to serious essays on social justice or brilliant novels featuring magical realism. But I’ve decided to co-opt the concept for my own misadventures.  And so, I’m offering this simple phrase: December is officially dedicated to writing. Well, and travel. And holiday shopping attempts to create meaningful gifts without depleting the dwindling balance Wells Fargo so indelicately insists on pointing out to me. And there will probably be more sake involved than usual. But get ready, 2014 (cue Survivor) - it’s on.

I’m pretty sure you can’t post it on the Internet if it’s not true.

Stay tuned.


Made in L.A, 2012

The talented Julia Luke should be on your radar.

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”

Thomas Edison