Data Theft – Facebook Google

Re: Dara misuse

Google . . . I tried to view some shit on my LinkedIn account and the bot wanted permission to access my contacts and when I refused I was shunted back to the original page . . . WTF?!

Then couple of days ago email “alerts” saying someone had tried to log-in on my Facebook account . . . well I shut down my Facebook account 5 or 6 years ago . . .??

Then I noticed that one message was for Android and the other was for iOS . . . the bot didn’t know what OS I was using . . . Facebook was phishing . . . yeh and if you clicked on the help button presumably to clear up the attempted unauthorized log-in you were shunted to a “sign-up” page . . .

Fucking algorithms.. . . Remember “if then and go to” ? Only if you were a programmer and worked with flow charts even had templates for symbols . . . now we got “code” . . .

We need Zuckerberg’s ass . . . and the fucks at Google with a spit up their their collective culos turning slowly in the Death Valley summer sun . . . German touristas would enjoy that photo op!

So I shutdown LinkedIn . . .

Personal data has become the new bitcoin . . . Google and Facebook are the new “China” . . . oh yeh . . .

p.s. just got 2 more spam from Facebook OMFG!!

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Is it spring yet?

Rose plants are pushing out new leaves . . . saw a June bug 3 weeks ago . . .

Rain in the valley (she rain) and hurricane style winds . . . snow on the mountains.

Been out sourcing “local” clay – a “local” potter said there was no “local” clay in Owens Valley, otherwise the Indians would have had a pottery industry going . . . confused us with Fred Harvey’s Santa Fe Railroad injuns down NM/AZ way . . . we (Owens Valley Paiute) did make clay cooking vessels undecorated utilitarian stuff nothing to send “smoke signals” about shards are still lying about cos the pot hunter looters were looking for black & white SW deco stuff.

Most “potters” around this neck of the valley aren’t going spend the time necessary like sourcing the material grinding/slaking all the hands-on stuff that needs to be done BEFORE y’all can make some ceramic objet d’srte . . .

Some pics . . .

The “studio” . . .

“Local” clay with inclusions . . .

Finished bowl . . .

Used a pyrometric cone to “stamp” triangles . . .

This is the result of using 2 different clay bodies . . . gonna do a bit more thinning before I fire it.

Enjoy . . .

Old man ting

Old man Things (ting)

Yeh, well I was out in the rabbit brush a few days back, doing old man things, thinking old man thoughts, digging the warm . . . I was time traveling in William Burroughs’s time machine visiting places that I’d known about as a kid but never got around to visiting. . . shot some pics of an old stone structure wondering why people can’t do things without mechanized transport . . . ATV’s . . . I employ LPC’s . . . leather personnel carriers . . . boots . . . if you can’t walk to where you think you need to go, stay the fuck home . . . that’s an old man thought.

Enjoy the pics . . .

my oldest daughter asked where I found the “old” photos . . . I told her that I was a photographer once upon a time . . .

Ode to June bug

Ode to a June bug

2-3 days ago whilst I be busy outside in the low midwinter daytime a June bug came flying erratically low to the ground as they do . . . bringing news of the pending spring.

YO !!

Forward and into year 73.

A humming bird spent the winter sipping at the red feeder hanging in the tree at the northwest corner of the house . . . he seems to have accepted me . . . sits waiting patiently for me to refill the watering hole . . .

YEH !!

Had this dream last night . . . . said I should get back to the world . . . maybe do some VDO about the boy who never grew up.

When I was teaching in an elementary school 20 years ago, a fifth grade student said,

“Mr. S, watcha gonna be when you grow up?”

I laughed and another student said, “He is grown up . . .”

MMOG (my first wife) said, “You’ll never grow up . . .” and left!

YO !!

Recently my grandson said to me, “togo, let’s never grow up . . .”

He’s 5 years old and already doesn’t want to be like adults he knows.

‘Nother day is upon me so time for some coffee . . .

Friday . . .

New lens & film pak from Hipstamatic . . .

chrismus . . .

I guess this is what it’s all about . . . someone buys a g-bread haus and the old man ends up building it . . . my grandson “helped” 4 maybe 5 minutes . . .

My “helper” hard at it . . .

“Goat” games . . .

Moveable Studio

Most people who see my pottery assume that I have a “studio” . . . I don’t. My workspace consists of a canvas covered piece of plywood, a piece of 2 inch thick kitchen countertop laminate, and two collapsable sawhorses.

I use local clay . . . non-clay inclusions are left in the clay body . . . Several clay bodies are sometimes combined to build the vessels . . . The different clays are wedged together to create a new clay body, variegated or marbled in appearance . . . that is, the individual clay bodies retain there original colors although being blended into a workable mass.

Time for some coffee then back to work . . .

The lag diaries

Fired a local clay vessel . . . a bit rough, but could be fired a cone higher.  The vessel was hand built using coils about 3/4 “ in diameter . . . natural inclusions were left in the clay body . . . kaolin and other volcanic detritus. . .  there are hairline fractures, but none will cause future wall failure.  This piece will be left as is . . .  

Future bowls will be reduction fired outdoors using cow manure after the initial bisque fire in an electric kiln. 

Resident “President”

Well, trump is in the White House . . . spellcheck didn’t capitalize the “t” in trump . . . h-m-m-m  

I decided to open the blog for a few minutes . . . 1830 – Indian Removal Act; 1864 – Emancipation Act; 1863-Owens Valley Paiute Removal; 1864-Navajo Long Walk; 1924-American Indian Citizenship Act . . . 

Stop turning the other cheek, stop being “native Americans,” stop being native/natives, stop being politically correct . . . remember who you are, remember that you have an individual tribal identity . . . Columbus never set foot in the “americas” . . . 

goodby . . .

I don’t know how long I’ve had this blog, but it’s time to close the door on this phase of my life . . . time to move on.