Monthly Archives: October 2012

a guided tour…

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love this poem!

Read Between the Minds

welcome
to the earth
memorial museum
please remember
no flash photography
or
touching is permitted
further
try not to gasp
at some of the sights
you’ll see
our scientists
have determined
it has
a
negative
effect on living matter
let’s go inside
and
take a look
at earth’s
anti-civilization period
in this section
you will see items
that required
fossil fuels
as a source
of energy
for their use
resulting
in the total decimation
of the atmosphere
a somewhat
pathetic period
but
evolution
always
has it’s down sides
within this display
is a tree
although
now growing
in a protective dome
they were
once
a dominant feature
of earth
this
is the last
of its species
it’s called
a polar bear
unfortunately
our breeding program
has failed
and
cloning
has not
produced similar creatures
but
don’t worry
it will be
stuffed
and
on display
for your children
now
of all

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THE 25 WORST PASSWORDS

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updated 4:17 PM EDT, Thu October 25, 2012 | Filed under: Web

A look at passwords released by hackers shows that some real losers, like
A look at passwords released by hackers shows that some real losers, like “password,” are popular.
STORY HIGHLIGHTS

  • Password management firm lists year’s 25 worst passwords
  • Top three on the list: “password,” “123456” and “12345678”
  • “jesus,” “monkey” and “ninja” also made the list
  • Entries came from common passwords posted by hackers

(TIME) — If any of your passwords are on this list, then shame on you — and go change them now.

SplashData, which makes password management applications, has released its annual “Worst Passwords” list compiled from common passwords that are posted by hackers. The top three — “password,” “123456,” and “12345678″ — have not changed since last year. New ones include “jesus,” “ninja,” “mustang,” “password1,” and “welcome.” Other passwords have moved up and down on the list.

The most surprising addition is probably “welcome.”

“That means people are not even changing default passwords,” CEO Morgan Slain told TIME Tech. “It doesn’t take that much time to make a new password.”

You should have different passwords for all of your accounts. To make it easier to remember them all, Slain suggests thinking about passwords as “passphrases.” For instance, use a phrase like “dog eats bone” and add underscores, dashes, hyphens, and other punctuation marks to satisfy the special character requirement: “dog_eats_bone!”

(MORE: Two Minute Video: How to Create Strong Online Passwords)

Here’s the full list:

1. password

2, 123456

3. 12345678

4. abc123

5. qwerty

6. monkey

7. letmein

8. dragon

9. 111111

10. baseball

11. iloveyou

12. trustno1

13. 1234567

14. sunshine

15. master

16. 123123

17. welcome

18. shadow

19. ashley

20. football

21. jesus

22. michael

23. ninja

24. mustang

25. password1

MORE: The Username/Password System Is Broken: Here Are Some Ideas for Fixing It

CHRONIC CANDY-POT LOLLIPOPS

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NEW YORK (CNN/Money) – New York City lawmakers have condemned the sale of Chronic Candy, a marijuana-flavored lollipop and gumdrop line that claims “every lick is like taking a hit,” a newspaper report said Tuesday.

Chronic Candy’s hemp-based confections are sold at 43 stores around the city, said a report in amNew York.

“To produce this kind of candy is sickening. This is targeted to children,” councilwoman Margarita Lopez, chairwoman of the Substance Abuse Committee, told the newspaper. Lopez also promised a council resolution condemning the sweets.

But the candymaker said people are overreacting to the product, according to the story. amNew York reports that the candy is imported from Switzerland and contains no THC, the psychoactive ingredient in marijuana.

“Hemp candy has been around since 1920,” Antonio Montana, founder and president of Chronic Candy, told the newspaper. “It’s not my goal or intention at all to influence kids.”

He added that the only buzz you’ll get is from all the sugar.

But the newspaper report said that the candy — which is sold in “nickel bags” and “20 sacks” and comes in flavors like the Chronic and Acapulco Gold — embraces drug culture. Public health workers told amNew York the candy glamorized drug use.Councilman Bill Berkins (D-Harlem) was quoted as saying that the candies are “clearly perpetuating a culture that is unhealthy. It is unacceptable and needs to be taken off the market.”

SOMETIMES THE BEST CRIMES CAN GO HORRIBLY WRONG

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Sometimes the best planned crimes can go horribly wrong. Either by accident or stupidity. This is a list of the 10 most stupid thieves.

 

 

1. Showing off your booty

Charles Taylor of Wichita, Kansas, was arrested for robbing a shoe store at knifepoint and stealing a $69 pair of size 10 1/2 tan hiking boots on December 18, 1996. At his trial, three months later, Taylor arrogantly rested his feet on the defence table. He was wearing a pair of size 10 1/2 tan hiking boots. The judge, James Fleetwood, was incredulous. ‘I leaned over and stared,’ he later said. ‘Surely nobody would be so stupid as to wear the boots he stole to his trial.’ But it turned out one person was that stupid. Taylor was convicted of aggravated robbery and sent back to jail in his stockinged feet.

2. Wrong Place, Wrong Time

On November 29, 1978, David Goodhall and two female accomplices entered a home supplies shop in Barnsley, South Yorkshire, intending to engage in a bit of shoplifting. After stuffing a pair of curtains into a plastic carrier bag, the threesome attempted to leave by separate exits. However, they were apprehended immediately by several store detectives. Goodhall and his cohorts had failed to notice that the shop, at that very moment, was hosting a convention of store detectives.

3. Checking Out

Eighteen year old Charles A. Meriweather broke into a home in Northwest Baltimore on the night of November 22-23, 1978, raped the woman who lived there, and then ransacked the house. When he discovered that she only had $11.50 in cash, he asked her “How do you pay your bills?”

She Replied, “By cheque” and he ordered her to write out a cheque for $30. He then changed his mind and upped it to $50.

“Who shall I make it out to?” asked the woman, a 34 year old government employee.

“Charles A. Meriweather,” said Charles A. Meriweather, adding, “It better not bounce or I’ll be back.”

Meriweather was arrested several hours later.

 

 

4. Keep the Change

In 1977, a thief in Southampton, England, came up with a clever method of robbing the cash register at a local supermarket. After collecting a basketful of groceries, he approached the checkout area and placed a £10 note on the counter. The grocery clerk took the bill and opened the cash register, at which point the thief snatched the contents and ran off. It turned out to be a bad deal for the thief, since the till contained only £4.37 and the thief ended up losing £5.63.

5. The Weld-planned Robbery

On the night of August 23-24, 1980, a well-organized gang of thieves began their raid on the safe of the leisure-center office in Chichester, Sussex, by stealing a speedboat. Using water skis to paddle across the lake, they picked up their equipment and paddled on to the office. However, what they thought were cutting tools turned out to be welding gear, and they soon managed to seal the safe completely shut. The next morning it took the office staff an hour to hammer and chisel the safe open again.

6. Who Was that Masked Man?

Clive Bunyan ran into a store in Cayton, near Scarborough, England, and forced the shop assistant to give him £157 from the till. Then he made his getaway on his motorbike. To hide his identity, Bunyan had worn his full face helmet as a mask. It was a smooth successful heist, except for one detail: he had forgotten that across his helmet, in inch-high letters, were the words, “Clive Bunyan – Driver”. Bunyan was arrested and ordered to pay for his crime by doing 200 hours of community service.

7. The Worst Lawyer

Twenty-five year old Marhshall George Cummings, Jr, of Tulsa, Oklahoma, was charged with attempted robbery in connection with a pure-snatching at a shopping center on October 14, 1976. During the trial the following January, Cummings chose to act as his own attorney. While cross-examining the victim, Cummings asked, “Did you get a good look at my face when I took your purse?” Cummings later decided to turn over his defence to a public defender, but it was too late. He was convicted and sentenced to 10 years in prison.

 

 

8. Big Mouth

Dennis Newton was on trial in 1985 for armed robbery in Oklahoma City. Assistant District Attorney Larry Jones asked one of the witnesses, the supervisor of the store that had been robbed, to identify the robber. When she pointed to the defendant, Newton jumped to his feet, accused the witness of lying, and said, “I should have blown your —ing head off!” After a moment of stunned silence, he added, “If I’d been the one that was there.” The jury sentenced Newton to 30 years in prison.

9. Wrong Fence

Stephen Le and two juvenile companions tried to break in to a parked pickup truck in Larkspur, California, on the night of September 27, 1989. But the owner caught them in the act, chased them, and hailed a police car. Le and one of his friends climbed a fence and ran. It soon became apparent that they had chosen the wrong fence – this one surrounded the property of San Quentin prison. The suspects were booked for investigation of auto burglary and trespassing on state property, although charges were never filed. “Nothing like this has ever happened here before,” said Lieutenant Cal White. “People just don’t break in to prison every day.”

10. Shooting Himself in the Foot

In February 2004, Carlos Henrique Auad of Petropolis, Brazil, broke into a bar near his home and stole a television set. A few nights later, Auad tried to break in to the same bar through the roof. This time, carrying a gun, he slipped and fell and shot himself in the right foot. Auad went straight home, but failed to notice that he left a trail of blood that led right to his door. He was arrested by police who found the television set.

THE TRAIN

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THE TRAIN

 

I am lying on my side in bed reading an Ann Rule mystery book, it is very exciting. I love reading, it takes me away-just away to no special place, but it’s a good place. As I turn toward the window I see a dense fog, it wafts through the street eerily. The street lamp with amber glow, prisms outward, emphasizing the thickness of the night air. I am taken by the mystical sight of the shrouded air.

The freight train sound comes from far away running across the eastern shore of the Delaware River. A relic of old coal cars and passenger trains -a bellow in the slight wind-the breakage of the night splitting the fog in half, it is heard long before it appears. The black engine and the grey freight cars rattle over old wooden track onto the trestle with a deep rumble of an old man’s voice, a wheeze and a whistle as he chews tobacco with a spit-filled mouth of nicotine. Its darkness fills the amorphous night, splitting the fog in half like a razor. The sound is spellbinding and eerie. I am entranced filled with the clickedy clack the clickedy clack of the wheels hitting the steel track. It passes through with a grumble and a tout. It is 10.05 pm. Then Belvidere is silent again.

 

It reminds me of the old British Rail steam trains in England that I rode as a child, always on an adventure, whether to London or to the coast of Kent. I sat in Second Class of The National Rail trains From Folkestone, Kent to London, one hour and forty five minutes. Eight seats and plenty of rack space to store your luggage, all I had was my hippie bag, my notepad and pen and lots of anticipation.  With bided attention, pen and paper in hand, scribbling notes,  swishing my hand back and forth to clear the steam off the grimy window from my warm breath. I loved my adventures, travelling from my seaside little town of Folkestone to London-destination Carnaby Street. Where else would a fledgling hippie go? To the source, of course!

 

 

Carnaby Street, in Soho, with the mods and hippies, I was the latter! A hippie in the making, going against the grain of my military, stern family, and social stance. I wanted to see “Small Faces”, “The Who” and “The Rolling Stones”. Visit “Lady Jane” the boutique, although my meager part-time jobs as paper-girl and in a bakery and even a factory gave me little money…

 

Me, one of the British Elitists with  heritage dating back to Rob Roy Macgregor in 1671, having to hold the banner high with pride, I succumbed to the sixties with nary a look back.

So it is, as I recall the best of times and the worst of times. I was not able to follow the path I chose, but the path that was chosen for me.

It is here in Belvidere, this small delightful hamlet on the Delaware, I spend my days often dwelling on the past, but more into the future. Have I become what I wanted to be, what I sought for all these years? Yes I have, and I am in an almost perfect place with peace with who I am, a writer still with pen and paper at hand and the rumble of the train comin’ round the track.

As they say it’s as much about the journey as the destination. I lay back on my pillow and dream of more and more words.