The Expanse, Part Two.

My husband and I have been making our way through season one of “The Expanse” and I’m really enjoying the series. As mentioned earlier this week, I’m a big fan of Shohreh Aghdashloo’s portrayal of UN Deputy Undersecretary of Executive Administration, Christen Avasarala.

Tonight I told Earl I also have a bit of a crush on Thomas Jane, who plays Joe Miller/The Investigator. He said, “of course you do”.

Perhaps I need to find some more photos of Mr. Jane on the Internet. I just enjoy he way he carries himself and admittedly, he ain’t bad to look at.

Afternoon Delight.

I was eight years old when the Starland Vocal Band released “Afternoon Delight”. Of course I had no idea the song was about sex. At the time, my mom and her friend Janice would take us to a diner uptown called “Donna’s Restaurant” in the morning. I think Janice was seeing a guy from the telephone company or something and they’d stop out there before fixing the local dial tone. Donna, the owner of Donna’s Restaurant, and a big bleached beehive bouffant type hairdo. I went to school with her daughters. This song was on the jukebox and we’d play the song while we drank hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. From the sugar and such we’d then lick the ceilings before Mom paid Donna (who was still using a hand cranked cash register) and then we’d head home and run around the cow pasture that surrounded our mobile home.

Good times.

It’s funny, even though it’s been 45 years and I know the song is about sex I still think about hot chocolate and whipped cream when I hear this song.

Maybe that’s about sex too.

The Expanse.

Shohreh Aghdashloo as Chrisjen Avasarala on “The Expanse”. Photo from syfy.

A while back Chris and Mike started watching “The Expanse”. Being the dork that I am, I casually watched the show from afar, but there was a husky voiced woman swearing like a sailor with all sorts of swagger that got my attention. When I saw her move across the screen she had a regality that I adored. After watching a few episodes in the middle of the run I felt in love with Shohreh Aghdashloo’s portrayal of Chrisjen Avasarala.

Earl and I started watching from episode one this past weekend. Science fiction is really not Earl’s cup of tea, but he enjoys sitting on the couch watching television together and he is most tolerant of my selection of television. Since Chris and Mike are in season four and we’ve just started season one, I can safely say the production quality of season four is much better than what we’re seeing. As I understand it, Syfy cancelled the series after season three and then Amazon Prime picked it up. Apparently the Amazon Prime episodes have a bigger budget.

I’ve never read the novels, but the reality of this science fiction series is intriguing. It’s the 24th century, humans have colonized the Solar System, Earth is run by the U.N., Mars is its own thing (and in a cold war with Earth) and precious commodities are mined and collected by the “Belters”, folks that live in the Asteroid Belt. The tech is most intriguing. The physics are well done; the tech of the 24th century makes sense. And the human attitude pretty much adheres to where we’re probably headed: while tech has evolved, humans have repeated history and the same mistakes over and over. The far future feels (too?) familiar.

I’m looking forward to watching this series over the next few months. And as Chrisjen Avasarala would probably say, “I fucking love it”.

Privacy, Part 2.

With the Apple privacy discussions taking place on the Internet, undoubtedly led by those referred to as the “screeching minority”, I’ve had a couple of people tell me I’m crazy because of my stance of digital rights and privacy. I’m used to being called crazy; one of my greatest fears of all my life is folks discovering how crazy I really am and throwing me into some sort of group home or mental ward because of this discovery. But that’s for another blog entry.

As I mentioned a couple of days ago, Apple is going to start scanning photos destined for their iCloud Photo service. This scanning will take place directly on the device that you, the consumer, purchased from Apple. They’re not looking at the contents of these photos, they’re looking at the “digital fingerprint” of these photos and comparing it to a third-party list of “digital fingerprints” to identify illegal photos of children. It’s a noble cause, but with the scanning taking place on your personal property, it feels like guilty before innocent to me. In these discussions of “I have nothing to hide” being propagated by those that want to remain in Apple’s good graces for PR purposes, they claim what difference does it make if Apple does these scans on your device or after they arrive at their destination. When I liken the practice to old-style books of photos and Apple coming into your house to flip through the pages of your photo albums in person, I get downvoted on Reddit, told I’m hysterical, and that I might have something to hide.

I have nothing to hide. I live my life pretty out loud, and while there are many aspects of my life I haven’t outright shared, there’s plenty I have shared. However, no one was rifled through my closet looking for things to share. It’s been my choice.

Look, if I ever cross an international border again and a border agent asks me for my phone, two things are going to happen. I’m going to refuse to unlock my phone for the official and either I’m going to erase the thing with the panic switch or I’m going to hurl the phone at the ground so hard it’ll smash and be useless for all involved. Or both. There is no reason for anyone to go through my phone. Ever. With the constant push from big tech to move our wallet and our photos and our passports and our IDs and our correspondence and our family history and our health information and god knows what else into these maddening little devices, it’ll be a cold day in hell when someone scans my phone potentially carrying all this information. I don’t know why anyone would do that. Would a woman hand over her purse? Would a man hand over his wallet? Would you unload all the cartons of photos in the moving van so the border agents can take a look? I certainly hope not. Your smartphone is no different.

I don’t care what you do with your data. I don’t care who you share your data with. But your cavalier, irresponsible attitude should not set the precedent for those of us that still care about privacy and believe that as a human being we are entitled to privacy. I don’t care if it’s convenient for you to run around with your credit cards attached to your phone and you’re glued to your little screen 23 hours a day. You do you, I’ll do me, and those of us in the “screeching minority” will continue to screech about the importance of privacy, all the while you give it away to corporations that’s couldn’t care less about you.

Routine.

Truman does his thing.

Because I’m such a lover of the feline set, I’m always fascinated by the routines house cats seemingly adopt.

For the past 10 days or so, Truman has begun sleeping in our bedroom, as pictured above, from approximately 1:00 PM to 5:00 PM. No longer does he sleep under the bed, or on the couch, or on one of his cat perches. He has decided that this is the spot for sleeping during this time and the displayed pose is to be assumed when awakened from a nap.

Cats are fascinating to me.

When I go down to pet him he starts purring as his head bobs around while I’m reaching down. It’s a quirk he has; the only other cat I’ve ever seen do this was a cat I had as a kid; her name was Cinders. She’d bob her head around too. I think it’s a way of bringing the hooman into focus.

Madera Canyon.

We went for a ride south of the city and ended up in Madera Canyon in the Coronado National Forest. It was our first time in the area and it was a beautiful ride. I mentioned to Earl that I’m looking forward to hiking in these parts once the weather calms down a bit and is a little cooler come autumn. He’s looking into cabin rentals.

I’m looking forward to our next experience here.

Privacy.

This is a long entry because I’m passionate about digital rights. Please take a moment to read. Thank you.

Imagine this: you run errands and come across a “magic” nightstand at your local department store. We’ll call said department store “Bigmart”. The magic part of the nightstand is that it transports a copy of whatever you put in that nightstand to a warehouse owned by Bigmart. The popular store chain is up front about how it works in that they own the warehouse, you don’t. The warehouse is secure and they claim they can’t see the contents of the warehouse, but they can unlock something if you lose your original copy and want to retrieve the latest copy of whatever was manually transported to the warehouse. They also let you know that because this warehouse can be used by thousands or millions of people, some of whom may not be the most morally grounded folks around, they’ll scan the contents from time to time to make sure you’re not doing anything illegal or shady with the contents you’re storing in their warehouse. They’re up front about all of this and you decide whether you want to put contents in the magic nightstand, knowing that whatever is transported to the warehouse plays by these rules.

Now, imagine Bigmart decides to change the rules. They have decided that in addition to scanning the copies that are magically transported to the warehouse, they’re also going to stop by your house every few hours and go looking through your nightstand. Now, they promise they’ll only look straight ahead when they enter your private dwelling and they will not look at anything other than the contents of the nightstand. They want to see what you have put in your nightstand for magic transport before it’s been actually transported to the warehouse.

Would you let the big company into your home and allow them to look at the contents of the nightstand? I can’t answer for you, but I will say that I would not allow this. I have no guarantee that Bigmart is looking at only the contents of the nightstand because I can’t see what they’re doing. I have to trust them, even after they’ve changed the rules of the transaction, because they use magic to transport and to get in and outside my house. I’m not allowed to see what they’re doing while they’re doing it.

Now, I know Bigmart is doing this for a good reason. They’re looking for nefarious material that could be harmful to other people, particularly children. They want to make sure I’m not using the magic nightstand to do illegal things. Instead of checking when these things arrive at the warehouse, they want to check before they get to the warehouse. And they don’t even have a list of what’s illegal, they’re just comparing the “fingerprint” of these things to a list of fingerprints. There’s one in a trillion chance the item’s fingerprint could wrongly match something on the list. They don’t even own the list. They’re just one of several companies that uses this third party list to check fingerprints.

I would still not allow Bigmart to come into my home and rifle through my nightstand, regardless of their intent. As an American, that feels a little too much like guilty before proven innocent to me, and while of course I don’t want anything illegal transported through my magic nightstand, they always said they would scan my stuff when it arrived at the warehouse, not come into my home and go through the nightstand first.

Apple announced they would start scanning photos destined for iCloud Photos (their cloud-based storage service) on each user’s iDevice (iPhone, iPad, etc) before it is uploaded to iCloud. This practice will begin in a future update. They’re doing this in the name of privacy and they’re doing this to save the children.

I’m all for saving children. This is a fact that is absolute, without question, and without hesitation. But I’m also really big on privacy. And scanning my files, even if they’re in a special bucket headed for iCloud, before they’ve actually arrived on the iCloud servers feels very creepy to this paranoid geek. Because Apple uses “closed source” software, meaning we can’t see how it works or when it’s doing these things, we the users have no idea as to what’s really happening. How do we know a cranky regime somewhere in the world isn’t going to add to the third party list of bad photos? Imagine if a dictator decided he or she (or they) wanted to know who has photos of adult, consenting, homosexual content on their phones? What if the FBI or CIA decided they didn’t want to limit the scanning of this nature to only photographs destined to be stored in iCloud? What if they wanted to see the contents of text messages or any other files on the user’s phone? What if someone hacks into your phone and puts something bad on it? The list can go on and on and on.

On the surface, Apple’s plans ding a person’s privacy quite a bit but when shrouded with the “but the children!” argument, users may not have a problem with the practice. I get that. But it’s a slippery slope. It’s a very slippery slope. And for years Apple has been selling their devices on the promise of them being the most privacy conscious company in tech.

It’s like they did a 180 overnight.

When we give up a little bit of privacy, we have the potential of giving up all of our privacy. We need to keep our children safe, no question.

But we need to keep our privacy safe as well.

Thai.

I’m not overly familiar with Thai food. Oddly enough, the first time I had Thai food was not some major city in the United States but rather in Greenville, SC during one of my work trips. My teammates wanted to go out for Thai food and I said “sure, why not” and off we went. It was a good experience and I enjoyed the food.

The family decided to go out for Thai food and we made our second trek to a restaurant that does that sort of thing here in Tucson. The restaurant is appropriately called “Tuk Tuk Thai” and while it can feel a bit crowded in there, we decided that going on a weeknight wouldn’t kill us, even though we are fully vaccinated, so off we went.

It was good experience. The restaurant was not busy at all on this Thursday night. With COVID-19 starting to ramp up in numbers again and a good number of state officials making idiotic decisions, I was curious as to if people are starting to get a little gun shy about going out to dinner again. Or perhaps Thursday nights are just not Thai night.

I enjoyed the meal and of course going out with the rest of the family. We opted to wear masks where appropriate. I wish more people would do that.

Jade East.

Twenty five years ago, when I was Program Director of a Top 40 radio station in Upstate New York, I had an office in the basement of the owner’s large home. This is where the “corporate headquarters”, such as it could be called, was located and I could easily hear the owner and his wife and their kids stomping around the kitchen above my office at any given time. They had a certain propensity for yelling at one another. There were rumors of knives being thrown but I never witnessed this sort of thing; instead I’d see them come down the back stairs and throw laundry into a big pile on the room across from my office.

It was cozy. Yeah, we’ll go with that.

In an effort to tune out the chaos and remained focused in choosing the perfect mix of music for the next 48 hours, I’d shut my door and burn incense as a distraction. I had visions of being mentally whisked away to a place where people floated on clouds and had amazing, almost indescribable moments of ecstatic creativity. My incense never brought me this experience, but it did help tune out the noise of the outside world and eventually I programmed the right music mix to take a last place station to a top five spot, which in turn brought us the, at the time, coveted distinction of being a “Reporting Station” for Radio and Records Magazine. This in turn brought in many promotional opportunities with record companies and the like and made the station successful enough that the yelling husband and wife without the knives were able to sell the radio station for much more than the bought it for.

Fast forward 25 years to my office in our glorious home in the Arizona desert and I’m still burning incense but have yet to experience these purported transcendental experiences.

I do enjoy the scent and am happy that I’m able to burn this incense because it was a gift from my husband and family.

Perhaps that’s transcendental enough.

Ride.

My husband and I went for a short ride around sunset. When one works from home and recreates at home it’s sometimes easy to forget that there’s a whole world out there. Once in a while Earl will suggest a ride just to give me a change in scenery. We drove to the smaller town of Corona de Tucson and back. It isn’t a particularly long jaunt, but it was a pleasant ride as we made our way across the desert with the windows down in 95ºF heat.

It was the breath of fresh air I needed.