Eric Butler – Software Developer in Seattle WA It’s extremely common for websites to protect your password by encrypting the initial login, but surprisingly uncommon for websites to encrypt everything else. This leaves the cookie (and the user) vulnerable. HTTP session hijacking (sometimes called “sidejacking”) is when an attacker gets a hold of a user’s cookie, allowing them to do anything the user can do on a particular website. On an open wireless network, cookies are basically shouted through the air, making these attacks extremely easy.
Does that mean that anyone sitting in Starbucks with a laptop can sidejack cookies from customers who are updating their Twitter or Facebook account? If that sounds cool to you, Firesheep is a free Firefox plugin, it’s open source, and is available now for Mac OS X and Windows. Linux support is on the way… Who needs Big Brother when the populace can spy on each other!
I thought so, and said so a few weeks ago. Having a big website is sooo five years ago:
How to disappear (almost) completely For new artists, any discussion of a band name is likely coupled with a domain name search to make sure the URL is available, since they are constantly being told how to have an effective online presence. But there is an interesting phenomenon emerging: in a world where all information is a click away, some artists are choosing to be deliberately difficult to find on the Internet.
MacBook Air 11.6? – Litwack.org In the room with him are enormous speakers, probably the best turntable that existed at the time, some records, reading material, a sitting mat, a teacup and a hundred thousand dollar Tiffany lamp. Somewhere else in this gigantic empty house is a bed and a kitchen where the tea is made.
Ottmar is part German-Tibetan according to Dave, which is a very interesting mix. Talented too.
That was one of the last things I read on Twitter, a while ago. I like it. A good rumor.
Rode the Bullitt to Mellow Velo on Wednesday morning. David brought out an enormous ape-hanger handle bar and we took a photo of me holding it in place.
Then we moved on the real candidates, and there were several. All so similar. But only one in black, and that one turned out to be perfect, in combination with a new stem. Added nice cork grips to that, which is a cool detail. David was going to mount everything right away, but we noticed that the cables for brakes and the shifter were just a little too short for the new bar, and so the bike will be ready on today.
I am thinking of trying a new bar on the fixie, also. In the mid-Seventies I had a bike with racing bars turned up – so that the ends of the bar pointed forward. It was a popular thing then, and is a very comfortable position, but I haven’t seen anybody with that style in years. David claimed that there are some messengers in the movie “Quicksilver”, who have upturned bars, but that was decades ago, too.
A Friday morning of autumn colors, after the rain, and a fine walk to Downtown Subscription. The coffee was decent and the chile in the croissant was nice and spicy for a change… On the way home I entered a well known Native American art gallery on Canyon Road and saw a beautiful garment mounted on the wall. For a brief moment I thought it was made from human skin, but the sign said that it was a parka made from walrus intestine, sewn together with grass. While I was still wondering whether I was looking at a piece of art or a functional item of clothing, the gallery person came over and confirmed that it was indeed functional. He showed me photographs of the garment being worn in the great white North, and explained that it was water-proof and large enough to be worn over sweaters or fur. It was meant to be tied over the opening of a kajak. It was hard and somewhat brittle now, but one only had to spray some water on the material and it would become soft and pliable. Once the fabric had absorbed a certain amount of water it would once again become water-proof. I asked him how old the item was, and with a smile he said, not so old, from circa 1950.
How many items of clothing survive sixty years? It was marvelous to see. If the price tag only wasn’t $9,500… I tell you, I’d buy this garment before I’d spend that kind of money on a painting or photograph.
I read “100 Days of Solitude”, which I enjoyed very much, in which a woman describes her schedule of doing 1000 full bows a day – in addition to sitting and walking and cutting wood… so of course I did 108 (good Buddhist number) full bows on Wednesday and again yesterday. Man, do I feel the front of my thighs now, especially when walking up the stairs. Why go to a gym, when I can work out while, hopefully, creating some merit. My mind is trying to argue in favor of having a bowing-rest-day, but I don’t think so… (I did do another 108 on Friday afternoon)
Spent much of Friday organizing photographs and working on a new slideshow for the upcoming solo performances next month.
Eyewitness: Bhutanese landscape | World news | guardian.co.uk Mount Jomolhari, around 7,350 metres high, seen from Chilela, a pass situated between the Bhutanese valleys of Paro and Haa, bordering Tibet and Bhutan. Ascended only six times, access restrictions imposed by the Bhutanese government forbid climbers from the mountain.
If a person can’t parallel-park they should not receive a driver’s license. If a person doesn’t know the First Amendment they should not be allowed to run for a public office. And no, it doesn’t matter which party they belong to. Maybe we should develop a “driver’s license” for politicians. If you can’t answer a few basic questions, you don’t get to run.
I don’t think that is so ominous. It just means that many kids, or their parents, feel they have to go to college, when their talents might be better served in a different way. An electrician, plumber or baker makes more money than a parking lot attendant. And with the money saved by not going to college, one can almost buy a small bakery…