Friday, July 1, 2016

JULY 4th – Independence Day



You might also know it as the Fourth of July, July Fourth, the Fourth or simply as Day of Independence. We celebrate this day with hotdogs, hamburgers, beer, wine, parades, baseball, concerts, picnics and BBQ’s together with friends, family and often total strangers. We sprinkle it all with fireworks, patriotism, millions of flags and balloons in red, white and blue. But why do we do we party like that? Do you really know the true story or are you like the average person having just somewhat of an idea why we are doing it? For starters, it’s not just a birthday party, but it’s a celebration of why this is the United States of America, in this case 240 years later.

Well, it started with a lot of grumbling by the inhabitants of the thirteen colonies. Being governed and ruled by the British was beginning to wear off, so the ‘Americans’ started to turn into patriots. This political upheaval (the American Revolution) began around 1765 when members of the American Colonial society openly started to reject the authority of the British Parliament, as they were taxing the colonies without the colonies having any representation in the King’s government; I’d say that’s a fair reaction and I would have gotten mad as well.

The protests escalated further as time went by, with one of the more famous incidents known as the Boston Tea-Party (I trust that title was laced with a bit of sarcasm, as it was not a party at all…) It took place in 1773, during which Patriots destroyed a consignment of taxed tea (by throwing it all into the harbor) from the Parliament-controlled and favored East India Company. That’s why the waters in Boston Harbor still, even after all these years, have a slight taste of Earl Grey – true story.

The British responded by imposing punitive laws even more so on the colony of Massachusetts in 1774. That caused the other twelve colonies to rally around their pals from Mass (what are friends for?) so in late 1774 the Patriots set up their own alternate government to better coordinate their resistance efforts against Great Britain; other colonists, known as ‘Loyalists’ preferred to remain aligned with the British Crown.

At this point, Patriots in each of the thirteen colonies formed Provincial Congresses, taking over power from the old colonial governments and suppressed Loyalism. These new colonial governments cooperated by combining effort and interest, also establishing the Continental Army and applied its leadership to a certain General George Washington.

Tensions escalated to the outbreak of fighting between Patriot militia and British regulars in April of 1775. Those conflicts then evolved into a much wider war, during which the Patriots were later on joined by French, Spanish, and Dutch allies. They all fought the British and the Loyalists in what became known as the American Revolutionary War (1775–1783).

Claiming King George III's rule to be ‘tyrannical’ and infringing the colonists' ‘rights as Englishmen’, the Continental Congress declared the colonies free and independent states July of 1776. The Patriot leadership professed the political philosophies of liberalism and republicanism. Monarchy and aristocracy was rejected and it was proclaimed that all men (women and small children?) are created equal. Congress rejected British proposals (nice try…) requiring allegiance to the monarchy and abandonment of independence – ‘no way Jose’, was the answer (if it wasn’t, it should have been – because it sounds really cool)...

The British, after much fighting finally retreated to their homeland and July 4th, 1776 was to be commemorated and celebrated as the Day of Independence and the birthday of the United States of America – still standing tall, 240 years later.

I’m in the middle of the second row to the left

When celebrating 200 years, back in 1976, I was living in Marina Del Rey (on the coast, west of Los Angeles). I had immigrated to the USA the year before. I was attending a big party (me being the proverbial PartyAnimal – not) when suddenly a female person grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. ‘You won’t believe this’ she said. I thought of something else, but as we got outside I realized that was not what she meant.

I remember the sky being dark blue; it was around getting dark time and the sounds of fireworks were very loud and very exciting. We walked down to the marina’s little beach area and settled in the sand. People around us had picnics and blankets and wine and beer and kids and BBQ’s and coolers. We were soon handed glasses of wine by strangers and the fireworks got even more intense. And that was the very time when I realized that immigrating to the USA had been a superb choice – and this was the reason why.

Looking at the many faces around me, lit up by the colorful explosions in the sky and the wonderful wide smiles, I saw why it was a big day to celebrate. The many colors of the many different people, the wonderful variety of races, the diversity being so fantastic and exciting – something I had never realized; I had been perfectly ignorant.

I was initially in California because of the lack of sun in Denmark. But now I fully acknowledged that it had been for this very reason, these people, coming together in this great nation, all for the same reasons – and many of those reasons written in the Constitution so many years ago.

Sure we have things we still need to work on, stuff to improve (a real presidential candidate for the Republican Party – not one that fully embarrass this great country around the globe…) But considering all the great stuff we are surrounded by, people, nature and the list is so long, having our annual birthday party on July Fourth, is the most wonderful reminder as to how lucky and fortunate we really are – so party on, please.

HAPPY 240th BIRTHDAY
TO
UNITED STATES of AMERICA

Fourth of July fireworks behind the Washington Monument, 1986.jpg  

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

PASSWORDS & APPS – omg



In this case, OMG means: Overtly Many Gadgets. Perhaps it doesn’t seem so obvious to anybody born after year 2000 or so, but to this OMG (Old Meandering Geezer) it still seems so bloody new, as in ‘somewhat complicated’, at times. But I do pride myself with innate stubbornness, as challenges to conquer the unknown are still kicking butt between my ears. So let me give you my take on passwords & apps, the Old Meandering Geezer way.

Passwords are nothing new. The initial need for passwords started early on when Homo sapiens needed access approval to whatever (another cave, perhaps?) about 100,000 to 200,000 years ago, give and take. Listen to this – if you can:

“What’s the password?”
“I don’t know”;
“Close enough - come on down”.

Yeah, they were pretty new at this. Just so you know, ‘Homo’ in this case means: mankind – actually ‘Homo sapiens’ is Latin for ‘wise person’. Wow, you are learning a lot today, already - huh?

Yes, passwords improved over time and turned into extraordinary complexities. It has become an exceedingly complicated thing, where mixing words, strings of characters, numbers and rare letters for authorization and access approval, has morphed into the land of utter silliness – really.

In my case, I have way over 100 applications (PC and mobile) and none of them will open without a secret handshake, known as passwords; bank accounts, credit card accounts, iTunes, amazon.com, and so forth.

When this frenzy started years back, I was adorably coy and decided that ******** would do; yeah, actually 8 of those * things. I’m sure I wasn’t the only genius – really. I was constantly told that it was a weak password. So I came up with something even cooler and created another generic password for everything – simplicity at its best. Feel free to feed off my genius (*********), yeah, now actually 9 of those * things; go ahead, count them; I dare you...

But as the need for passwords grew, too many applications were not happy with my *********. They ridiculed the primitive combination of ‘characters’ I used, even when using caps, or by bringing a few wild and exotic characters into the mix. Though I often thought ‘screw them’, I realized that I was not going to win at all, if I wanted to play; so I gave up. I estimate that currently I have over 40 different passwords/codes that I use to be able to function in gadget-land. I did try to continue my pre-genius ways, by making many versions close to my previously established *********, but all of those suggestions were rejected.

So I have all these passwords and other pertinent information written down, saved and edited over and over, whenever applications ask me to ‘renew’ passwords – I just hate that, don’t you? All the hoops you have to jump through to reset a password. I was perfectly happy with the one I had – duh. But I do as I’m told and make the corrections on my list of passwords and etc. access codes and ID’s. Now if I could only remember where the Hell I keep that damn list – all 6 bloody pages of it…

Of course at times I’m pathetically naïve enough to think (I did mention ‘naïve’, huh?) that I can actually remember a certain ID and password. I pathetically hammer that info into the appropriate boxes, but am immediately told that the ID and/or password are incorrect. I scream ‘screw you’ (like that helps, but it feels good); then I ransack the house, trying to find my bloody list (nah, only kidding, it’s right here – in front of me; so now you know).

Of course there are the times when I have not ‘adjusted’ my list with a new ID/password. That’s when I scream ‘screw me’ (which doesn’t feel good). Then you have to tell ‘them’ (again) that you can’t remember the damn ID/password and ‘they’ send you some kind of (stupid) code to let you into your account so that you can reset the ID/password (again). Don’t you just hate that? And on and on it goes.

The thing is that I don’t think I have a lot of stuff that needs protection. I mean who the heck would benefit getting into my AAA account (for you foreigners, it’s an auto club membership here in the USA); would you kill to get access to my FitBit info? (Being my pedometer account – I’m walking about 30 miles weekly, so now you don’t need to break that code to get this information). I have travel applications that are holding our flight, hotel and car rental information; massive quantity of secret handshakes just to get into those things. I mean, if you could, what would you do with it? There is no ‘sensitive’ information like credit card numbers, bank accounts or even my current weight. But I guess it’s enough personal stuff to protect, and I’m kind of okay with that – actually.

But are we going a tad crazy with all this ID/password crap? Overall: yes.

I have an iPhone 5S, also known as ‘smarty-pants’. With the speed of constantly new and improved gadgets hitting the market, my ‘new’ phone became ‘obsolete’ while I was buying it – true story; the sales-person seriously told me so before I left the store. So when telling Siri (the Apple queen of voice-command) what I want her to do for me, she obviously only understands (very) Olde English; so I have to use words like: ‘thou, thee, thy’ etc. before she jumps into action; very complicated as well as annoying, I can surely tell thou...

The phone has touch ID, which I do enjoy. No secret handshakes or passwords to recall, just give my phone the finger. But I do have to remember what finger to give and do have to remember what finger to bring along, if I want to use the phone. Can you imagine the mess I’d be in if I lost that finger? Any other finger would be okay, but that one? They would send me a new password, but would they send me a new finger? That’s a scary thought.

I have evolved through party-line phone (1950ish), rotary, keypad, HUGE pre-mobile gasoline-powered monster phones (in most cases with supporting training wheels). Then came car-phones, flip & flop phones and finally I arrived at smart-phones. At the smart-phone point, there were several issues I needed to get comfortable with. As with so many other things to learn, I bought a massive iPhone book/manual to really get to know what this thing could do – can do. And it can do a lot, way beyond what I will ever use it for – I thought.

First of all I was so totally against texting – set against it big time. Old- (or is it ‘olde’?) fashioned me. From generations ago, I prefer the face-to-face interaction or if not available, I will accept phone-calls to cover that interaction thing. Well, that was then and this is now (very poetic). I’m texting with family and friends like crazy, though some of my friends (and you know who you are, Benjamin) can’t figure it out, by cowering behind: ‘I don’t want to…’ I’m using a billion (an approximate estimate) cute icons in the process. And recalling face-to-face? I’m slowly building up to using FaceTime on my phone – daring olde me, huh?

I was set against using apps (as in applications). Why should I involve myself in this kind of silliness? - A waste of time, if you ask me. Well, that was then and now is another reality (not quite as poetic, but true…)

Today, I use pretty much 43 applications of various kinds on a daily basis. The etc. bank accounts, medication, podcasts, watch, calendar, DailyArt, weather, 11 travel apps that are extremely helpful, amazon, Kindle and Netflix, 5 soccer (football as I call it) apps, FitBit, Calm and so forth. I can only giggle as I have changed my (apps) tune 180 degrees (I have an app for that too– not). Now I generally shake my head and roll my eyes when contemporaries like me (older folks) blatantly admit that they do NOT use apps; the same people who do not text - duh. What is the darn world coming to, huh? Heading back to rotary?

It always takes a bit of ‘doing’ for me to embrace new things. Today’s gadgets, from toaster ovens to smartphones, take me a few moments to adjust to, but I am a stubborn one, so I will eventually conquer them all. I find myself rather knowledgeable concerning my computers (laptop & PC), and know plenty to make me function well within those realms. And to catch up with my iPhone 5S, I’m even taking classes in ‘Olde English’ at the local Junior College, so I will eventually be able to tell Siri what I want her to do – and at some point I might invite her out for a pint of ale? 

When I try to speak to her in today’s English she has two responses: ‘What are thou wishing Siri to doeth?’ and the other one: ‘What the hell’s with the bloody accent?’ Yeah, she can be nasty like that – thanks to Apple… (OMG).