Getting going
I’m really having a bad time with the internet lately.
That’s not entirely true, it’s just kind of true today. So, rephrase: I’m kind of having a bad time with the internet today. A few days ago I woke up to a flurry of text messages and emails telling me my email account had been “hacked” and was sending emails to everyone. I discovered that it had in fact been spoofed, which I think is better than hacking. I assumed that it was my Gmail account, and didn’t figure out it was my years-old Yahoo account until today. Since it was still sending messages out to people today, I got all antsy and aggravated and ended up deleting my Yahoo account.
At first, I was like WHATEVER, YAHOO, YOU SUCK. And then it hit me… my FLICKR was also tied to my Yahoo. As much as I pleaded with the internet, it wouldn’t let me log into the Flickr account I’ve had for FIVE YEARS, so… it’s gone. I mean, it’s still there, but unless Flickr folks email me back with a magical solution, I can’t log into it. I had my photos set so that you can’t download them, which means I also can’t save the photos on my computer. This is *mostly* ok, because I’ve printed a lot of the ones of all of us, and the only ones I really don’t have copies of are the self portraits. I can do without those. I like them, but…it’s not that deep.
The real issue is that I kind of had a moment where I felt like part of my identity or something was lost. It’s a little bizarre, because it’s just a Flickr account, but I have a lot of time, energy, and creativity tied into that one account. I do relish the chance to start over with a new account, but… it still bums me out.
On the upside, last night Jasper sat in a bush outside the art museum, looked up at me, and said “I am a flower.”
And I was all, dude.You totally are.
That’s not entirely true, it’s just kind of true today. So, rephrase: I’m kind of having a bad time with the internet today. A few days ago I woke up to a flurry of text messages and emails telling me my email account had been “hacked” and was sending emails to everyone. I discovered that it had in fact been spoofed, which I think is better than hacking. I assumed that it was my Gmail account, and didn’t figure out it was my years-old Yahoo account until today. Since it was still sending messages out to people today, I got all antsy and aggravated and ended up deleting my Yahoo account.
At first, I was like WHATEVER, YAHOO, YOU SUCK. And then it hit me… my FLICKR was also tied to my Yahoo. As much as I pleaded with the internet, it wouldn’t let me log into the Flickr account I’ve had for FIVE YEARS, so… it’s gone. I mean, it’s still there, but unless Flickr folks email me back with a magical solution, I can’t log into it. I had my photos set so that you can’t download them, which means I also can’t save the photos on my computer. This is *mostly* ok, because I’ve printed a lot of the ones of all of us, and the only ones I really don’t have copies of are the self portraits. I can do without those. I like them, but…it’s not that deep.
The real issue is that I kind of had a moment where I felt like part of my identity or something was lost. It’s a little bizarre, because it’s just a Flickr account, but I have a lot of time, energy, and creativity tied into that one account. I do relish the chance to start over with a new account, but… it still bums me out.
On the upside, last night Jasper sat in a bush outside the art museum, looked up at me, and said “I am a flower.”
And I was all, dude.You totally are.
