Thursday Inspirations — Show and Tell

I would never show and tell my passwords to anyone else. One reason is that more than half the time I can’t remember what they are. But the good news is that I don’t really have to anymore. Let me explain.

I rarely use my Windows laptop anymore. Honestly, I can’t recall the last time I booted up my laptop. I pretty much do everything I need to do on my iPhone, including blogging on WordPress.

But what does this have to do with passwords, you ask? Well, I’m so glad you asked. My iPhone has face recognition, and once I’ve logged into an app or an account for the first time, my iPhone saves my password in something it calls iCloud Keychain. It allows iPhone users to keep their passwords and other secure information updated.

And the next time I go to an app that has been enabled with iCloud Keychain and face recognition, I’m in — without having to try to remember or to key in my password for that app.

Is it foolproof? Is it impenetrable? Probably not. As Jim Adams said in this post, just about any system, can be broken into if enough effort is put into it, as where there is a will, there is a way. But so far, I haven’t been hacked…at least not from my iPhone.

Written for Jim Adams’ Thursday Inspiration post, as well as for Jim’s latest prompt, Friday Faithfuls, which is all about our faith — or lack thereof — in passwords.

Pull Up a Seat — This is Art?

I came across this challenge, Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge, from XingfuMama, in which she asks us to “create a post with a photo of places one sits or might sit, or art about sitting, and maybe a little background or story about the spot or a picture of the view.”

I thought back to a visit to the de Young Fine Arts Museum in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. We used to live about three blocks from the de Young, which has frequent themed exhibits. I took the photo below in 2018 because I thought it was intriguing.

I don’t remember the specific exhibit or even the artist, so I did a search today of my photo using an app on my iPhone, Reversee, and discovered that the piece of art is titled “Him and Her Hold the Root” by American artist Lonnie Holley in 1994. The work was part of an exhibit at the de Young of 20th century American decorative art in 2018.

So pull up seat and enjoy yourself. What’s that you say? You don’t think it looks very comfortable? Oh well, you can’t always get what you want.

Fibbing Friday — Getting Some Shuteye

Di (aka Pensitivity101) and Melanie (Sparks From a Combustible Mind) alternate as hosts for Fibbing Friday, a silly little exercise where we are to write a post with our answers to the ten questions below. But as the title suggests, truth is not an option. The idea is to fib a little, a lot, tell whoppers, be inventive, silly, or even outrageous, in our responses. This week is Melanie’s turn and she is putting us all to sleep.

To sleep like a dead weight.

Sleep is the best way to recharge.

Let sleeping help you see The Big Lie for what it really is.

I’m going to shovel the hay until I find that damn needle.

Sleep like the people in the cemetery.

Go to sleep with the dog in the doghouse you SOB!

Catch some rays while napping at the beach.

Wouldn’t lose a moment’s ticktock over it.

Burn the steak at both ends.

Sleep with one window open.

Fandango’s Flashback Friday — July 15th

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of your earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 15th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on July 15, 2017.

Going Commando

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I admit that I’m cheating. Linda’s prompt for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday challenge is to write a post about the title of a book you’re currently reading or one that is closest to you as you write this post.

Sorry Linda, but I’m not doing that today. Not exactly, anyway.

Yesterday’s WordPress one-word prompt was the word “tailor.” I wrote a post that referenced spy novels, including one by John le Carré, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. I am neither currently reading that book nor is it close to me at the moment.

But after I’d published my post for the “tailor” prompt yesterday, I recalled a long-suppressed memory of the last time I’d gone to a tailor, something I don’t do very often. I’m an off-the-rack kind of a guy.

Anyway, I remembered one very mortifying experience visiting a tailor. It was many years ago. I mean MANY years ago. Here’s the story of that experience.

My sister was getting married in a far away city and I was an usher. Her fiancé made an appointment with a local tailor for his ushers (and his father) to get fitted for our wedding party tuxes. Five of us piled into a car and headed to the tailor.

Upon our arrival, the tailor herded all of us into a large, communal fitting room so that he could get our measurements for the tuxes. He then instructed us all to remove our shirts and trousers.

So what’s the big deal you ask? Well, back then I was a bit of a hippie. Long hair, beard, tie-dyed t-shirts, and bell-bottomed jeans.

I also went commando. Just in case you don’t know what that means, going commando involves not wearing underpants beneath your pants. For men, it’s sometimes referred to as “free-balling.”

The day we had the appointment with the tailor, I had on my bell-bottomed jeans and I was, as usual, not wearing underpants. I guess I wasn’t thinking about where we were going or what we would be doing.

So there I was with four other guys in the open fitting room and I wasn’t wearing underpants. I dropped trou, just like the other four. Fortunately, my tie-dyed t-shirt was extra long and I pulled it down as far as I could in order to better conceal my goodies.

I thought I was going to get away with being without underpants until the tailor knelt down in front of me in order to measure my inseam. Holding his cloth measuring tape in one hand, he pulled up my t-shirt with the other.

Uh oh!

Kneeling, my junk directly in front of his face at eye-level, the tailor seemed totally unfazed. He looked up at me with a blank expression on his face, as if this was a common occurrence, and politely asked, “Will you be wearing underpants at the wedding?”

That was the day I stopped going commando.

FOWC with Fandango — Boat


It’s July 15, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “boat.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. Show them some love.