So I contacted CWSektor, the fellow who has been hacking the site and asked him why he was doing it and would he please stop. His response, roughly translated from Turkish by my friends in Istanbul:
Because you asked nicely I am discontinuing attacks on your system but you have to not say insulting words against me or I will continue. Only because you emailed me like a decent guy I am making this offer: if you write my name on your site I will close the gap in your site.
The general back and forth, despite the language barrier, was actually quite genial. Hopefully, we’ll be able to take him at his word.
But would you please stop?
Rick was nice enough to deliver a couple of bottles of Laphroaig to me for battling back the hackers. Thanks to all who contributed.
They got the site again. I think I’ve locked everything down this time, but I am no security expert.
What a waste of a Friday evening.
I think I might now actually like Dinklage more than his character, Tyrion Lannister. The man has standards and those standards made his life difficult. How can you not respect that?
Dinklage stayed in New York and soon was landing stage work and the occasional low-budget film. But he couldn’t book commercial jobs, because he wasn’t interested in the kinds of roles that paid well for dwarves. Specifically, he wouldn’t play elves or leprechauns. Even after Dinklage’s memorable first film role in the 1995 Steve Buscemi indie comedy “Living in Oblivion” — Dinklage played an actor who’s annoyed to be cast in a dream sequence, demanding, “Have you ever had a dream with a dwarf in it?” — he still couldn’t get an agent. “Word got out,” he says. “I started to build up a resentment. And that fueled my desire to live in a cold apartment and be like: ‘I don’t need you! I’m gonna write poetry. Why would I want to be a member of your club if you don’t want me?’ ”
Last night I saw the new Muppet movie. It was terrible. Name other films that are critically acclaimed but are secretly crap.
Titanic doesn’t count because it’s no secret.
There was a very, very strange database error (strange to me, anyway) and we lost seven years of comments. It’s still not clear to me whether or not it was a hack or a database glitch, but last Sunday’s backup was the most stable, so here we are.
I’ll be seeing these folks tonight in Topeka. Pretty stoked.
A one hundred year-old book has been returned to the Archbishop Marsh’s Library in Dublin:
“The book itself was printed in Basle in 1538, and it was donated by Gulston’s widow in 1635 to his old College, Merton College, Oxford. At some point it was then bought by, or presented to, Narcissus Marsh, who was an Oxford man. Marsh then travelled across the Irish Sea to become Provost of Trinity College Dublin in 1679, and his books came to us when he established his library here in Dublin in 1701. The five volume set of Galen was here until about 100 years ago when one of the volumes was seen to be missing,” Dr McElligott said.
On Friday, a barrister, known only as P.G., who discovered the book returned it to the library. He had purchased it along with an antique mirror at a junk shop in Dublin for 90 euro. He became suspicious and brought the book to the Marsh Library where the librarians recognised it as their own.
There is a fantastic teaser video over at The Hairpin with this description:
Writers/producers Victoria Floethe and Kate Rose recently flipped the switch on the Desire Project, “a website about what women want and how they get it.” The site (currently in beta) features dozens of videos of women talking about desire — sexy desire, unsexy desire, one desire, two desire, red desire, blue desire. It’s hot and hypnotic (and goofy and honest), which you can get a taste of in the charming teaser above.
It’s well worth the click through. I’d embed it here but (sigh) the video doesn’t give me the permission.
More at Kill Screen.
I can’t shake this photo by Danielle Houghton
They are amazing live. (Thanks, Laura)
We had a server hiccup. I got it ironed out, but we lost a few comments. Sorry about that.
Sometimes being progressive means being regressive.
I hope one day to build something just as beautiful.
This is the opposite of easy.
At least, “popular” psychology:
Biological determinism is one of psychology’s ugliest evasions, removing the poetic human from any issue.
It’s also been sneaking its way into philosophy.
Fair warning: it gets a little loud.
I suspect, even without knowing the context, the sound would be deeply unsettling.
via Suzanne Fischer