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My Olympic Tweets

I tweeted my reactions throughout the recent Rio Olympics. Today, in stead of getting at all creative in making a new blog post, I'll simply compile those tweets. What fun! We'll go from last to first, again because that's the lazy thing to do in compiling. (Sorry, there will be nothing here about the infamous 4 AM gas-station trashing. Well ... one brief mention.) I'm not going to provide the links that originally went with the tweets, so in a couple of cases I've added a sentence of explanation. Also, I've left typos in place. Let's pretend that's authenticity, not indolence. Chris Faille ‏ @ ccfaille   (Aug. 21)                                  # Rio2016 , this is my last # olympics related tweet for two years. Next time I have anything to say on the subj, it'll involve # snow and # ice .   Chris Faille ...

Updating the password list

One of the pains of contemporary life is the need to keep a list of one's computer/internet passwords somewhere. In my case, at least, that place is a physical piece of paper, always in a "secure location." I spend so much time on-line that the list has grown to be fairly long. Further, I haven't been able to get away with just having one password and using it in a lot of different contexts. The different sites where I log on with passwords have different rules about what is and isn't allowed, and some require regular change in passwords, etc. So the list keeps getting longer. One of my year-end chores (which, yes, I'm getting around to rather tardily this year) involves a review of the list, with all the scratch-outs and revisions that I have inserted there over the last twelve months, and the creation of a new clean version of it. Oh what fun. Makes me glad I saw a movie about a year ago about Alan Turing. I feel like both the Germans and the Brits i...

Reviewing all the codes

One of the pains of contemporary life is the need to keep a list of one's computer/internet passwords somewhere. In my case, at least, that place is a physical piece of paper, always in a "secure location." I spend so much time on-line that the list has grown to be fairly long. Further, I haven't been able to get away with just having one password and using it in a lot of different contexts. The different sites where I log on with passwords have different rules about what is and isn't allowed, and some require regular change in passwords, etc. So the list keeps getting longer. One of my year-end chores involves a review of the list, with all the scratch-outs and revisions that I have inserted there over the last twelve months, and the creation of a new clean version of it. Oh what fun. Makes me feel like I have to go see that movie about Alan Turing soon. I am both the Germans and the Brits. At least I'm getting to vent about it on my blog.

A commonplace book

This blog has come of late to approximate what used to be known as a "commonplace book," in which (I paraphrase from the Wikipedia entry on the subject) a note taker stored quotations, observations, and definitions from his reading. In the 17th century "commonplacing" as a verb was used much as we would use "scrapbooking." Or blogging, for that matter. I've been storing quotations here that I've come across in my disorganized reading, often without commentary to speak of, except the commentary implied in thinking a passage important enough to put into this blog. Here's to the selective revival of traditions.

Travel Note

If all is going well, then on this day I am traveling to Chicago. I'll stay there until well into Sunday and I'll have neither the time nor the inclination to do a lot of blogging. Thus, these four posts have been prepared well in advance in order to clear that time up and will not comment on current events. [E'en if it mean missin' out of hearin' ye scallywags try to talk like a pirate in me comments section. Arrrrgh.] I had to get that out of my system for another year. In order to mark this as the start of that block, I will simply quote John Steinbeck: " A journey is like a marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it."