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Woodoo: A Stop-Motion Animation with Laser-Cut Wood
Created by Amsterdam-based director and animator Andre Maat, this quick animated short titled Woodoo relies on impressive sequences of laser-cut wood to create the illusion of a malliable substance. (via Booooooom)
Gritty New Cityscapes by Jeremy Mann
Rooftops in the Snow
Times Square Lights
7th Ave. Night
Hell’s Kitchen
Manhattan Nights
The City Tempest
The Last Light of San Francisco
The Market Street Steamvent
It’s almost impossible for me to select a favorite piece when looking at paintings by San Francisco painter Jeremy Mann (previously). Each of his works seems so wholly genuine, a mix of mystery and grit that brings a sublime light to iconic cities like New York and San Francisco. Above are a selection of paintings from the last two years or so, and you should also check out his recent Figures series. (via one of my favorite new art Tumblrs, Anita Leocadia)
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Report: The NSA Knew About Heartbleed and Exploited It Because Of Course
Cooper GriggsColor me unsurprised.
It just doesn't end. Bloomberg is reporting that, according to “two people familiar with the matter,” the NSA has known about the Heartbleed vulnerability for at least two years—and was using it to collect information about people instead of, you know, telling someone about it and getting it fixed.
With millions of websites compromised, people all over the world changing their passwords for protection, the Canadian government suspending electronic tax filing, and people speculating about whether Heartbleed is the “worst vulnerability ever,” this could end up looking pretty bad for the agency. Good thing it already has a sparkly-clean public image, or it might be in trouble.
According to Bloomberg, it doesn’t seem that the NSA created Heartbleed—it just found the bug and used it. An NSA spokesperson declined to comment about the agency's knowledge or use of Heartbleed. But Jason Healey, director of the Cyber Statecraft Initiative and a former Air Force cyber officer, told Bloomberg, “It flies in the face of the agency’s comments that defense comes first. They are going to be completely shredded by the computer security community for this.”
In early 2012 Heartbleed was mistakenly introduced into the code for OpenSSL, an open-source software component for certain popular types of encryption. It would make sense if the NSA found it soon after, because—in addition to using its influence to weaken new or existing encryption—the agency also spends millions of dollars looking for software vulnerabilities that already exist around the Web, especially in open-source code that is more likely to have inconsistent oversight, and therefore bigger errors.
The big question is: Who else knew about it? If the NSA found it, other international intelligence agencies or criminals could also have been dipping in to the flow of usernames, passwords, and other personal details. But as Bloomberg points out, it took two years for anyone reviewing OpenSSL code to spot it, and there is no evidence so far that hackers found the flaw. The full extent of the damage remains to be seen, though.
The incident raises questions about the NSA, of course, but also about the trust people place in software developers to produce secure code. These questions have lingered in the cybersecurity and cryptography communities for years, but are only now coming to the fore consumers are becoming increasingly aware that their personal privacy is on the line. Settle in, because this won't be the last news story about the NSA exploiting a vulnerability instead of reporting it.
This Round He Lost (In Translation), Part 4
(People call us to set up appointments at counseling clinics. One of our affiliated clinics’ entire staff speaks English, Arabic, and Chaldean, so we get a lot of Arabic callers seeking appointments who may need an interpreter. I know a little bit of Arabic, but not enough to have an entire phone conversation.)
Me: “Good afternoon. [Call Center]. How many I help you?”
Caller: “Hello, I’d like to set up my father with an appointment to see [Doctor at Arabic facility].”
Me: “Okay. Do you have legal guardianship over your father?”
Caller: “No, he is his own man.”
Me: “Well, since he’s an adult you can’t make the appointment for him, due to HIPAA laws. Is he there with you?”
Caller: “He’s next to me, but he only speaks Arabic.”
Me: “Not a problem! We can do one of two things: I can get an interpreter on the phone, or he can give me permission over the phone for you to make the appointment on his behalf.”
Caller: “Uh… but he doesn’t speak English…”
Me: “Oh, I understand! You could explain to him in Arabic that I’m going to ask ‘Is it okay if I speak with your son on your behalf?’, and to say “N’am” or “Yes”, if he wants that service. It’s legal, and we do it all the time since some people are more comfortable with us speaking with a family member.”
Caller: “Okay, I’ll do that. Here’s my father.”
(I hear the phone shuffle around, and don’t hear any kind of verbal exchange indicating he’s telling his father what’s happening.)
Me: *in Arabic* “…Hello?”
Caller’s Father: “Huh?”
Me: “… Is it okay if I speak with your son on your behalf?”
Caller’s Father: “HELLO?!”
Caller: “See, this is stupid because he doesn’t understand English.”
Me: “… Did you explain to him what I was going to say?”
Caller: “Ma’am, you misunderstand me! He does not speak English!”
Me: “I understand that, sir. What I’m saying is, you could interpret this portion of the phone call, and explain to him, in Arabic, what I am about to ask him, and what he should say back if he wants you to make the appointment. I’m not asking him to understand English. If you want, I’d be more than happy to dial our interpreter line for you?”
Caller: “NO! He wants ME to do it! He gave me permission before the call!”
Me: “I need to HEAR the granted permission. If you don’t want an interpreter, please explain to him the Arabic translation of what I’m about to ask him in English.”
(The caller grumbles and again hands the phone over without saying anything to his father. His father keeps yelling ‘No English’ and ‘Hello.’ The caller takes the phone again and starts screaming.)
Caller: “HE DOES NOT SPEAK ENGLISH! You are completely incompetent! How am I supposed to interpret if he doesn’t speak English!”
Me: “Here is how interpreting works. You tell him, in ARABIC, what I am going to ask him. So you are explaining that I will say the ENGLISH EQUIVALENT of what you are saying to him IN ARABIC.”
Caller: “Don’t tell me how my language works!”
(Suddenly, I hear a door slam and a confused female voice in the background. The caller is yelling with the female voice in Arabic and English, and the female voice suddenly says, ‘hold on, let me speak with her.’ She takes the phone.)
Caller’s Sister: *calmly* “Hi. I just came home from work, but I believe you were speaking with my brother. I thought I could help. What is it that he’s not understanding?”
(I explain the scenario exactly as I’ve been explaining it to her brother.)
Caller’s Sister: “Oh, okay. So I can just tell my father, in Arabic, what it is that you’re about to ask him in English?”
Me: “Yes.”
(The caller’s sister speaks with her father.)
Caller’s Father: “Oh! N’am! Yes! You… speak with… my… DAUGHTER.”
Caller’s Son: *in background* “What?! That’s bulls***! I know what I’m doing! She’s just an idiot who thinks I can’t speak Arabic!”
Caller’s Sister: “I think you’ll be hearing from me more often than my brother. He’s spoken English his whole life, but I swear, he’s dumber than a box of rocks when people give him instructions. So sorry about that. Well, now, what else do you need to know, love?”
Related:
This Round He Lost (In Translation), Part 3
This Round He Lost (In Translation), Part 2
This Round He Lost (In Translation)
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25: Munnar Tea Gardens, Kerala, India...
Lush rolling hills of the Munnar Tea Estates in Kerala, India |
Kerala is sometimes referred to as “Gods own Country”. Once we left the congested roadways around Kochi and started climbing up to lush green rolling hills of the Munnar Hill Station’s tea estates, we could see why.
We leave the city of Kochi behind as we head into the Munnar Hills. |
We passed the Kerala "Backwaters" on our way. Vacationers can rent houseboats and spend time relaxing in this natural and peaceful setting. |
One of the two waterfalls we encountered on the way. |
Once we got off the bus, we started walking uphill. Our surroundings transitioned slowly until we came to an imposing gate (including a gatekeeper). The gate opened into a resort hotel, set within manicured grounds. This was more like what I expected. Beyond the beautifully tended gardens, we could see the distinct landscape of tea on the surrounding hillside. Everyone was thoroughly captivated. My only quibble with lunch was that they didn’t serve masala chai. However, they did have ice cream, which for Gary and the forty or more students, was a fitting reward for our hours in the bus.
One of the resort's gardeners. |
Lake created by a dam that was built by the British during their occupation of India. |
The patterns and textures created by the paths navigating the gently rolling hills and the individual tea bushes, was just breathtaking. |
In the back of my mind, however, I had one nagging concern. How hard would it be for me to hike for two hours carrying my pack, taking photographs, AND manage to keep up with a bunch of 18 – 21 year olds? I breathed a sigh of relief when our guide told us that the bus would let us off and then proceed to a parking area that would be about a fifteen minute walk from our camp, so we could leave our packs on the bus if we preferred. I preferred! But interestingly, most of the students, including Gary, decided to carry their packs. I have no idea why.
Our tents... |
What a brilliant morning! |
Most of the “pluckers” were women – a cheerful bunch who responded easily to our greetings and smiled for our cameras, Though they didn’t make that much money by western standards, their employment benefits included free healthcare for the entire family and free education through high school for their children.
Women plucking the tea leaves in the mid morning. |
Detail of the tea plant. Only one variety of tea, Nilgiiri (blue leaf), an aromatic black tea, is grown here. |
One of the tea leaf clippers. |
Around lunchtime the tea pluckers bring their harvest down from the hills to be weighed. |
Then they bag it up again to load on the truck. |
A village near our lunch spot. |
A Shiva Temple perched on the hillside amid the tea bushes. As often as we'd see a Hindu temple, we'd see a church or Christian shrine. |
The village where our bus was waiting to take us back to camp. |
As usual the hike downhill was more taxing than the climb uphill. Though the terrain was changing. We left the hillsides with tea behind and rolled into a village, creating a bit of diversion for the local children.
Children in the village are happy to pose together for a shot. |
One last photo! |
Unlike the parathas I was used to (roll out, layer with ghee, fold over into triangular shapes), these were rolled and then twirled - a bit like a pizza, but not up in the air - and slapped on to the table over and over, until they achieved the correct thinness. then they were spread with ghee, cut in half, and rolled by hand to look like a cinnamon roll and left to sit. After half an hour or so, they were flattened - by hand and then with a rolling pin - and cooked on a grill. Finally, after four of them had been grilled, they were stacked up and "smushed" together so it separated into layers. They were truly delicious, as was the entire dinner.
The next morning we said our goodbyes and thank you's to the crew, then settled into our bus to enjoy the spectacular scenery of "God's own Country" one last time.
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Conceptual Hilarity: Clever Bits of Instagram Nonsense from Brock Davis
Ninja Knee
Crayon Tree
Snowman on his smartphone
Beard bear
Cereal TIE Fighter
Chip in a bottle
Squorange
Good morning
It’s been a long while since we last checked in with Brock Davis (previously) who seemingly dabbles in every creative field there is from illustration and photography to advertising and apparel. But it’s his Instagram account where his brilliance seems to be most highly concetrated, where every image has a mix of laugh-out-loud whimsy and a good dose of why didn’t I think of that. You can see more if his work right here.
Kelpies Timelapse: Watch the Construction of Andy Scott’s 100 Ft. Steel Equine Statues
Although major construction on Andy Scott’s imposing ‘Kelpies’ sculptures near Falkirk, Scotland ended last November, this new timelapse from the Helix captures the enormity of the project in vivid detail. The gargantuan horse head sculptures completely dominate an otherwise flat landscape over the Forth & Clyde canal and promise to be a major attraction when they open to the public on April 21. The construction part takes up the first half of the video, you can jump to around 3:00 if you want to see pretty shots of the completed pieces. (via MeFi)
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