I had one person tell me that they were just trying to get past do not disturb by calling twice.
I was like... It was that important, but not important enough to leave a voicemail or text? Suspicious...
You know that I'm crazy 'bout dem cupcakes, cousin!
Who can help? Copy the list and add who you recognize:
Long list
Alabama
Alaska
Arizona
Arkansas
California
Colorado
Connecticut
Delaware
Florida: Pitbull
Georgia
Hawaii
Idaho
Illinois
Indiana
Iowa
Kansas
Kentucky
Louisiana
Maine
Maryland
Massachusetts
Michigan
Minnesota
Mississippi: Oprah
Missouri
Montana
Nebraska
Nevada
New Hampshire
New Jersey
New Mexico
New York
North Carolina
North Dakota
Ohio
Oklahoma
Oregon
Pennsylvania
Rhode Island
South Carolina: Aziz Anzari
South Dakota
Tennessee
Texas: Beyonce?
Utah
Vermont
Virginia
Washington: Dwight Shrute
West Virginia
Wisconsin
Wyoming
This should have labels :( I don't recognize these people
Hehe that is pretty funny thanks for that :p
Personally, I'm dealing with "the best privacy practice is one you'll actually use" because I used to journal but I don't have the energy any more.
All my journals have been ephemeral so I haven't felt the need for a backup.
You could do the thing where you have an air gapped laptop with an encrypted drive that
- automatically wipes if you disconnect from power (just don't use it during power outages?)
- has some sort of dead-man's switch so that it deletes if you don't prevent it every day: this is the failsafe for if someone knows about 1) and raids your house and you don't unplug it in the moment, but it's probably not good enough.
IDK that's a tough threat model.
Maybe the best thing would be to delete your journal after you write it.
I had that hobby until I got addicted to smart phones
Is that the magical hard-boiled detective? I forget the name but I liked that one.
I didn't have this life trajectory, but I have another experience and don't really agree with this. My parents have always been loving and supporting of me. They saw me majoring in science and encouraged me. Once or twice my dad told me he thought I'd be a good audio engineer, but I never really took him seriously.
Well I probably wasn't cut out to be a STEM worker, or at least I haven't figured it out yet and I'm getting pretty old. Just working dead end jobs and being too anxious to try for better jobs.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I listened to my dad a little better, or if anyone had been able to tell me while I was struggling in my stem classes, that maybe I was aiming at the wrong thing, and to keep looking...
I'm imagining that the lady had the inspiration to speak from the heart and from her life experience in a way that had both profound and surface readings... One of those things parents do that their kids may never consciously remember.