I suffer fits of crazy from time to time. At the moment, I’m considering refusing to communicate via email unless it’s encrypted. I’m thinking of canceling my telephone service: after all, who do I have to talk to? Do I really need to be able to access wikipedia at the local pizza parlor? Not because I’m afraid, but because what does it do for me, and what does it do for the system? Wanted: public key email encryption simple enough that my mother can use it. Does it exist? Enigmail is convenient for me, but is it for her? Google…
This time Black Forest is on fire. The fire apparently started about half a mile from my parents’ house. They’ve evacuated along with my uncle and the pets and they’re all staying with us. One of those times that having a spare bedroom is nice! Here’s a link to the local paper’s up to the minute coverage. And here’s the evacuation map. Â Mom and Dad’s house is in the southwest corner of the map. Â So far the fire has been burning mostly west. Berck left work this afternoon and helped them load up the cars. Â He also grabbed the photo…
Maybe everyone has stopped paying attention. That’s just as well. I love that this blog has never figured what it wants to be when it grows up. The entries vary wildly from travelogue to movie review to photo notification to deep introspection. And it’s mine. And I don’t have an editor, so I can do what I want. Or not do, as the case has been lately. For some time I’ve been focused on the documentary aspect of this spot, forgetting that it’s mine. When Dad died I didn’t have anything useful to say, so I didn’t. But somehow I…