Hacked.

So Twitter was hacked today. As of this evening there has been no group or individual identified with the coordinated attack, however, numerous prominent accounts were compromised. These accounts were then used to urge users to deposit money into a Bitcoin account. At last tally about $118K in Bitcoin was deposited.

Twitter is being very tight-lipped as to what happened with the service. As I navigated the site on and off today I noticed that it was often unresponsive. Once word broke that accounts were being compromised I found myself unable to tweet. I figured because it was I had tweeted the “Fail Whale” graphic from the early days of Twitter over and over again. I’m a smart ass like that.

After being locked out of the service I’ve checked in a couple of times but haven’t tried to tweet. News services are talking about the global crisis this created; apparently people are relying on tweets from the National Weather Service to be notified of things like Tornado Warnings.

Sorry, but I find that rather idiotic.

Important events, alerts, and the like should be sent via more traditional means instead of by tweet. I know the City of Chicago likes to send messages to every cell phone, much like a notification from the Emergency Alert System. Having events like a tornado warning dependent on a social media site is just foolish, especially a service that is privately owned and not regulated in anyway.

Tweet about that.

Pasta.

So a couple of days or weeks ago (it’s hard to remember during this pandemic) I told Earl we were done watching “The Mothers-In-Law” on Amazon Prime. While the show can be mildly entertaining if someone in the audience is drunk, we got into the latter half of season one and it just felt like really bad “I Love Lucy” retreads.

But then I got the outrageous theme song in my head and I ended up watching a couple of episodes, finishing up the first season.

And then last night I dreamed about conversing with Kaye Ballard about how I make my homemade pasta sauce. Wild, right?

Kaye was chewing up the scenery of my dream as we talked about basil and oregano and whole tomatoes and I was chewing up the scenery right along with her as I told her never, NEVER, N E V E R put sugar in spaghetti sauce, I put a couple of shredded carrots in there to take out some of the natural bitterness.

The dream was as outrageous and insane as Kaye Ballard’s delivery of Kaye Buell’s lines one the late 1960s show.

And now I’m in the mood to make some homemade spaghetti sauce this weekend.

Family Night.

Last night the four of us got together, had pizza and salad from Lou Malnati’s, and played the Star Trek edition of Catan. The board game was a birthday gift. We’ve been playing Catan for a while now, and having another edition, with just a slight variation in the way the game is played, is fun. It’s nice to step away from the ills of the world and lose yourself in a board game.

We don’t have much physical interaction with the outside world aside from our family gatherings once or twice a week. The four of us decided that we’ll know when the time is right to start enjoying what the world has to offer; we’re not letting “phases” or “stages” decide for us. I mean, Walt Disney World is open, with COVID-19 precautions of course, but we’re not about to head down to Florida to get in line for Space Mountain. We all love our Disney experiences but it seems way too early for us to be joining the masses down there.

I see so many people asking, “when do we get back to normal?”. My question is, “do we really want to get back to pre-COVID-19 ‘normal’?”. Yes, there are many elements of the before I’d like to visit again, but there’s something to be said about spending family night at the dining room table playing a board game. I’ve been enjoying our meals at home. We’ve always eaten at home with a one or two nights out a week, but eating at home on a full-time basis has been lovely. I always check with Earl to make sure he’s not feeling pressured to perform in the kitchen and he assures me he’s enjoying our currently culinary vibe.

Next week we’ll probably play the expansion pack “Federation Space” that goes along with the Star Trek edition of Catan. I’m looking forward to the experience.

Empathy.

Empathy is one of the greatest creators of energy.

Angela Ahrendts, former SVP of Retail at Apple, Inc.

Our world needs more empathy.

This interview with Angela Ahrendts is from 2017, when Apple was launching “Today At Apple” at their retail locations. 2020 has shown us a very different environment from the world in 2017, but I still find Ms. Ahrendts’ energy to be incredibly motivating. Even though she no longer works for Apple, I still find her to be a very inspiring leader. I would enjoy shaking her hand and thanking her for her contributions to the world.

52.

Today marks the day I completed 52 rides around the star called Sol. I’m the most comfortable I’ve been at an age beginning with a “5”. I can say it out loud and I’m happy where I am at this point in my life. I have no regrets. I look forward to future.

Onward and upward.

Tales From The Loop.

Earl and I finished watching “Tales From The Loop” on Amazon Prime this weekend. It took us a while to finish the eight episode series. We started it at the beginning of lockdown. While the concept was very intriguing, and I especially enjoyed the intersection of science fiction with retro-futuristic technology, the pacing of some of the episodes was a little difficult for me to grasp.

I shan’t spoil anything here, but basically, “Tales From The Loop” is about a town that is built above a scientific research facility called “The Loop”. We are reminded of photos of the the Large Hadron Collider in Europe. References to activity with in “The Loop” are vague; basically, they make the impossible possible. The episodes show us what happens to individuals as a result of being near “The Loop”.

The music in each episode is gorgeous. It’s probably the best scenic type music I’ve heard in years. The cinematography and visuals are amazing. The stories are compelling, just paced oddly at times.

Overall we enjoyed the experience, but it’s best left enjoyed at your own pace.

Consolation.

As we try to navigate sidewalks and such where people aren’t wearing a mask, the only thing keeping me from not exploding is figuring eventually all these non-mask people in public places will die off. The trick is to avoid them and keep our distance to remain healthy. C’mon Darwin, do your thing.

People.

Living in a condominium building in the third largest city in the United States has really been an education in the nature of my fellow Americans. Couple this experience with the response to the COVID-19 and it’s easy to see why my sister would always say she was Canadian when living and traveling abroad.

In 2020, the United States and its citizens do not garner a favorable opinion across the rest of the planet.

Sharing a building with other property owners is interesting. It’s disheartening to see how many people don’t care about the “common areas” of our building. Occasionally we find beer cans left in the stairwells, or someone will punch the elevator call buttons in the lobby hard enough to knock the entire assembly off the wall. Dog walkers love to put bags of poop in the mail recycling bin (under the large sign that begs people not to put bags of poop in the mail recycling bin). Folks throw cigarette butts off their balcony.

It’s not all bad. We have a good share of pleasant and responsible neighbors, but there are a few that seem to go out of their way to ruin it for everyone else. It’s kind of like the people that voted for Trump. They’re unhappy so they want everyone to be unhappy.

Walking the streets of Chicago I have seen some of the kindest, heartwarming acts of humanity and I’ve seen some of the most jaw-dropping acts of entitlement I’ve witnessed in my nearly 52 years on this planet. I’m encouraged by the number of people that hand a dollar to the homeless person asking for money on the expressway off-ramp. I’m discouraged by the number of people that just walk by the homeless person sitting on the sidewalk on “The Magnificent Mile”.

Public social media posts give us insight to just how awful Americans can be, all in the name of “freedom”. As a Chicagoan it’s concerning to see how many things we see in our daily business that could end up as one of those awful public social media posts. Naturally, these acts are not confined to The Windy City, but with the size and diversity of our population, we have more opportunities to see it.

I think part of my concern is because the pandemic has confined us for so many months and we’re fed such terrible things when we peruse social media. I remember the days when we had just three or four channels, with an evening newscast and a once, maybe twice, daily newspaper delivery. The constant electronic connection, coupled with the ever present 24 hour “news” channels have not fared well for our country. The sad part is I don’t know if there’s ever a way for us to go back to a less bombarded state. I try from time to time, and it’s a good feeling when I’m successful.

Ultimately we find what we seek and it’s taking a very focused, concerted effort these days for me to find the positivity in the population.

I hope I don’t run out of the necessary bandwidth before the election in November.

Pretty.

Last night I posted a picture of myself standing on our balcony, basking in the light of an impending thunderstorm and the ambient lighting of the area, shirtless. I am reminded of a conversation with my Big Brother Season 4 handler, Katie, before I told her I was dropping out of the Top 32 running for the casting of that season. I had to check in with Katie every 12 hours and talk about the most intimate of details of my thought processes. Katie didn’t know what to think, perhaps she reverted to a script when this happened.

Katie: “Can you please send me a photo of you shirtless? A webcam photo will do.”

J.P., within an hour, sends a photo to the designated email address. This involved connecting to an Internet Service Provider via dialup.

Katie: “Well, do you mind always wearing a shirt while you’re on camera?”

It was ultimately my choice to drop out of Big Brother 4’s casting call because my husband said he wasn’t going to be waiting for me if I got kicked out of the house early because he thought the whole thing was ridiculous. But he was very supportive of me for getting to the top 32 of the casting call, despite the 75 page contract that had been faxed over in the middle of the night. So, while wearing a shirt at home, I left a message on handler Katie’s voicemail that I was dropping out of the running.

It’s a good thing I dropped out because I could have ended up with the guy who went crazy during the first week. He started throwing chairs and got kicked out because he was screaming about having anal warts.

Good times.