Monday, 28 May 2018

Now broadcasting in HTTPS

You might have noticed this blog and my other blog are now using secure HTTPS connections (as opposed to the so previous decade HTTP). Then again, you might have not, given how rarely I’m posting anything these days.
Still, it’s good to know you are more securely accessing my blogs nowadays.

I would like to add a short clarification to explain what you gain and what you do not gain by using an encrypted HTTPS connection as opposed to the open communication of HTTP.
Essentially, when using a well implemented HTTPS connection (in this case, as it is organised by Google, we can safely assume it is), you’re making it way harder for third parties (that is, everybody other than you and the site[s] you’re connecting to) to know what it is that you’re doing at the site.
However, you do not gain anonymity through the use of an encrypted connection. That is to do with many factors. For example, your internet provider has the ability to know who your first port of call is by virtue of providing you with that access. The main point, however, is that most of the rest of the world can tell, too, if they really want, by virtue of the mechanism with which your computer finds the location of the website you are after. That mechanism is called DNS (which stands for Domain Name System, in case you cared), which acts like a the phone book of websites: you want to go somewhere, say, to Google in order to run a search? Your computer will head to the DNS directory assigned to it in order to find out where this Google thing that you are after is. And the problem, on the anonymity side of things, is that those DNS queries are (but for a tiny few exceptions) always done in the open and without encryption.
And the lesson is: an HTTPS connection is likely to improve your security, but that by itself may not have benefits for your privacy.

Monday, 30 April 2018

Employable We

Questions about the way we tend to unquestionably accept society’s assumptions regarding work trouble me on a regular basis. As I have stated before, I consider the 8 hour working day my biggest enemy [at this stage of life, when health is not yet an issue]. Simply put, I fail to understand why at this, humanity’s most affluent time ever, the majority of us are still working for such a large portion of our lives. Worst, I question why those of us that are no longer able to participate in the work game get treated like scum (pay a visit to an old people’s place near you for a demonstration of what I am talking about; or just pay attention to the way the unemployed or the homeless are being treated by our government).
All these questions were amplified by the ABC’s recent reality TV series Employable Me. The series, in case you’ve missed it, follows a series of people with various neuro-diverse conditions (usually young, usually autistic) as they search for a job and as they keep bumping into solid brick walls while searching for a job.
Although Employable Me suffers from the regular fallacies of reality TV, there are a lot of repeated motifs in the stories it depicts that we should probably pay attention to. For example, one by one our challenged job seekers are telling us how bad their school years have been, and how they were the favourite prey of their schools’ bullies. Why we continue accepting that, and why society fails all autistic people to such a degree as to traumatise them for the rest of their lives (while glossing over the fact) is beyond me.
For now, I would like to focus on the jobs/work side of the equation, rather than the deficiencies of our education system. Basically, I want to ask - why is it so important for these kids to find a job in the first place, especially given all the other problems their lives are forcing them to deal with?
Oh, I hear you say, the answer is very simple. They need money, and the easiest way for a person to make the money they need for a living is to work for it. As in, a person - most persons - writes off a huge chunk of hours from their lives in order to “make a living”.
It’s not just that, though, is it? I do not question the need to have money to live with; that is a much bigger matter than the one I am eluding to here. What I am pointing a finger it is the fact none of us regards work as simply a means to an end, a tool with which we can get a roof above our heads, dinner on our plates, and a smartphone in our pocket. Fact of the matter is, we derive a large part of our identity through the work we do.
I will put it this way: when someone asks you “what do you do?”, you do not answer with an “I’m a sleeper, I sleep 7.5 hours a day”, “I’m a runner, I run 10km three times a week”, or “I’m a reader, I read science fiction books”. Your answer will almost always be a rather flattering description of the paid work you do for a living.
Noticed that expression, “for a living”, as if your life has little meaning on its own without that work that you do? I refuse to take the company line on this one; I am not defined by what I do in order to acquire money. I am many things: I am a parent, I am a person who likes to tinker with computers and gadgets, I am a person who likes spicy food, I am a hummus aficionado, and yes, unlike most of the rest of us I also spend a significant portion of my life engaged in activities I do not necessarily love and would have otherwise preferred to avoid and play the latest video game instead if I could but I can’t.
I bet you are more than your job. I also bet the vast majority of the people of this world, engaged as they are in mundane, boring, and often unhealthy jobs would agree with me on this one.

As a “further reading” point, I would like to add that acquiring our identity from the job we do for money is dangerous in other respects. Take, for example, the good old perception that it is the father of the family that is supposed to be its main bread winner. For better or worst (clearly worst), this is the standard society still goes by; it is for this reason that single mothers are generally treated with utter contempt by the authorities.
Now, consider a male “father” who has lost his job and is thus reliant on the income made by his female partner: Consider the mental harm that failing to live up to the stereotype by which the rest of society judges him can have on that person in addition to the fact he is out of a job and is therefore likely to endure financial hardship

Thursday, 26 April 2018

Times Are Tough

Just wanted to apologise for the lack of posting, and leave you with a relevant material to study in the mean time:

Saturday, 3 March 2018

Modern Reading

It is no secret the general reading habits of the well read have changed over this past decades or so. I do not count myself a well read person, but I recall the likes of Sam Harris noting how the frequency of finishing books went down over the past few years and how the task of reading a thick book seems way more daunting than it used to be just a few years back.
And I agree. On one hand I am reading more than I ever had, but on the other the number of books I have been reading has been decreasing from the paltry to the shameful. It’s actually quite a simple equation: between my RSS feeds (yes, I’m old style, I use RSS rather than social media to drive my feeds; I get to choose what comes in, rather than a commercially interested algorithm) and my podcast listening, I get to spend the bulk of my leisure time reading short articles and the bulk of my non leisure commute time listening to stuff of, frankly, not too dissimilar a nature.
Whatever time is left for books is rather minimal. More interestingly, the books I choose to pick and read in the first place are usually books that I have read about in my feed or books I have heard about in those podcasts that I listen to. Not surprisingly, given the nature of my feeds and my favourite podcasts, these tend to narrow on the non fiction category.
Yet there is much amiss here. I noticed, for example, how reading those non fiction books cover to cover does not tend to enlighten me significantly more than that article I already read or that podcast I’ve listened to already did. Given how valuable my book reading time has become, and given the value I still credit book reading with (despite my actions saying the contrary), I concluded it’s time to change.
So I’m thinking of an overhaul. Instead of focusing my book reading on the non fiction department, I will leave non fiction [mostly] to articles and podcasts and focus my book reading on fiction instead. To kick this off, I am looking at some of the books I loved the most as a child: we are talking science fiction books, mostly, but also fantasy, from an era when books did not have to weigh a ton and a book did not have to be a part of a trilogy. I’m hoping this would let me over the ditch I find myself stuck in with contemporary science fiction.
We’ll see how it goes. Preliminary reports indicate that a great book can work wonders on my mojo, but a meh book can work the same way - albeit in the opposite direction.

Monday, 5 February 2018

A Tale of Headphones

When asked, I openly admit to keeping my distance from fellow Israelis. Unlike other Israelis I know in Australia, who lead a life identical to that they had in Israel in everything but the physical location copied many thousands of kilometres across, I shy from the Israeli.
It has been very hard for me to explain why, though. However, the following story might shed some light. It does not offer an explicit explanation, but it does say most of what there is for me to say on the matter. I call it: a tale of headphones.

Last time I left Israel from a family visit on my way back home, I sat on board an El Al 747 jet. I wore my wired Bose QC25 headphones, which I greatly admired for their noise cancellation (on which I counted for the long flights ahead) and comfort, but generally disliked for their sound quality (admittedly not the biggest of problems in the noisy environment that is the inside of an old jet crowded with Israelis). All of this took place shortly after Bose had announced their then latest model, the QC35 headphones, which were essentially the same headphones with slightly better noise cancellation and - the Crown Jewels - wireless operation via Bluetooth.
Anyway.
As the plane was getting ready to take off, a guy I never saw before and will almost certainly never see again walked across the aisle and stopped by my seat. I looked up to see him staring at me, and took my headphones off so I could hear what he was trying to say to me.
“Oh, best headphones in the world. For wired headphones”, he said in Hebrew.
And he walked away.