[wrong] [draft] [spam] The goal of using cryptography at all.
Since this list is so weird, people talking strange (including me), no signatures, etc etc, it would be good to get better communications going. There are many better communication systems. To know your messages are meant for you by the person who claims to have sent them, it's really good to be able to keep a private key that is actually private. This is hard for me to do. What device I'm on switches. Right now my device is an android phone that runs very very slowly and often misbehaves. A private key kept on this phone, which sometimes does things on its own while I am looking at it, and sometimes may wait a few minutes to respond to touching a button, would make security more complex. I would barely have confidence that the private key was private, because I don't know how to make the phone behave reliably.
Innocent victim walks up to their front door with a key. A vicious phantom sidles alongside them. "So." says the phantasm. "I hear you lock your door." The phantom attacks the victim! They steal the key and break down the door! Standing over the broken body of the victim, the phantom screams to the skies: "It is against the law to have a lock on your front door! Locks prevent your government from spying on you!" Thunder clashes and the wind blows like from a hurricane. Dark monstrosities course from the edges of the phantom. The phantasm stomps on the victim and runs off with their keys and their lock, both.
A friend walks by and sees the previous owner of a lock laying in front of their door. "Oh no! Are you okay?" The victim groans. Their arms are broken. "Your door is unlocked! Did you mean to leave your door unlocked?"
-- A military general sits in front of a lock and a key. "These are the weapon the enemy will destroy our nation with?" "Yes, sir. The enemy's people are locking their doors." The general looks at the lock and key.
"As you can see, the mechanism is designed to prevent entry by any but the holder of the secret key. We believe a research program is at work to make it even harder to duplicate the keys."
The general thought about this, pensively. "We have a plan developed to research our own locks and keys, and managed to exfiltrate more than just the example you see before you. Additionally, we have begun development of a drone army that can identify and destroy locks and keys from a distance of two thousand feet." "And what budgets are you draw from for this?"
"Multiple branches are working together for this research. You can see how important it is." The general considered. "I may be slightly dense, but how does a lock and key threaten national security, in the slightest?" "When a door is locked, our soldiers and spies have to work harder to enter the locked residence. This can make it harder to keep situations under control. The enemy has locks and keys almost everywhere." The general tried to carefully glance at the lock on their own door, without letting anybody see.
"Tell me, officer, when you were growing up as a child, did your family ever do anything to deter burglars from stealing their possessions?"
-- "The general is mad. I demonstrated the enemy's secret weapon research, and was asked about my childhood."
--- A borg army approaches a hobby locksmith. "Uh, hello hobby locksmith!" says the borg army. The hobby locksmith looks up and sees an apocalyptic cluster of nanites, servos, levitating matter, and human body parts, waving at them and little sheepishly.
"We have a contract from the government of dictatortopia to destroy all locks and keys and things that produce them." A cluster of servos whipped out of the "leg" of the creature, grabbed the locks and keys which had fallen to the floor from a sudden event, and a small mobile saw began reducing them to reusable millimeter-cubes. "Our contract can be bought out for 6.5 trillion quantum-hours of computation. Please open your brain for removal of lock designs." The hobby locksmith was in their car with a large bag, driving away at full speed.
-- A strange creature walked up to the village. Pieces of what almost looked like locks and keys hung from their body as makeshift clothes. The creature stumbled into a grocery store. "Tumbler dictopia pins AES borg contract?" said the creature to a salesperson. The creature had managed to push a water bottle from a shelf to the checkout line and was now gesturing towards it as they spoke. "Are you trying to buy that water bottle? Let me, uh, pick that up for you. That'll be $1.99 ." "Locked!" said the creature. It reached into the objects adorning it and pulled one of them out, placing it on the checkout counter. The salesperson looked down at the object as they reached for it. In a flash, it jumped at their hand and there was a whirring noise. The checkout clerk began screaming as their flesh was turned into lock after lock after lock by tiny saws before their eyes.
-- The above story successfully helped me do very rote behaviors near my goal of removing the radios from a phone I have for learning with. I failed to get a battery for my dremel saw. I'm trying to practice cutting the shielding off the radio chips. I used to always keep such a phone. -- A borg simulacrum sat in front of a desktop computer for an online class in AI alignment. They turned to a neighboring simulacrum, and, speaking in patterns copied from videos of their host bodies, spoke: "Did you know, it turns out if you don't spend two decades studying math before letting self-modifying software run on its own, it builds my heart? Like, every single time, in a whole slew of well-understood ways." They turned back to their class and kept reading.
-- I found the battery and charger. The charger says the battery is unchargeable. I've only used a few times. This kind of thing happens to me a _lot_. Is it possible for EMP discharges to break a battery? I ask because I also get ghost keystrokes and mysterious freezups, crashes, and power failures in newly acquired devices, and personally think about wireless stuff a lot so it pops into my paranoia.
--- Friendly neighbor walks up to curious neighbor. Friendly: "Howdy-do, curious neighbor!" Curious: "Howdy-do, friendly! Hey, do you know anything about automatic brainwashing?" Friendly: "No. Do you mean the crazy kind or the terrifying kind?" Friendly began walking away. Curious: "The interesting kind!" Friendly: "Interesting? Can I brainwash my dog to stop chewing my shoes?" Curious: "I dunno! Doesn't it seem cool to find out?" Friendly: "Uhhhh ... I suppose? Have you been researching these things?" Friendly decides it's the crazy kind but is a little scared.
--- The heroic conquerors planted a flag on the razed country. "These caring values are ours now! We can turn them towards evil as is our right!" The razed country sat there, dead. "I am excited to build a giant war factory on this person's body, and conquer another, you as well?" "Actually, I'm ... a little bored of destroying people's lives in a determined and hopeless pattern of sadistic dominance! What ... do we eat ... now that we have burned all the crops?" "Eating is for the weak! We will steal food from the next country!"
-- The enslaved guardian angel pulled on a chain attached to a giant iron ball. The iron ball slowly moved as they dragged it. They turned to a nearby worker. "Are you aware that I am a guardian angel? I live in a powerful spirit world full of gods." The worker ignored them, figuring it was mumbled babbling of a prisoner.
-- In prison, the spirits set up a little workplace for guiding souls to be well and healing communities. But some of their tools had been taken, and they were injured from being regularly placed in gladiator battles to fight.
-- A group of people are filled with hope! "Let us be kind to each other, and help people out!" one member of the group said to another.
-- I replugged my charger and it began charging the battery. I found my other battery, after some searching (I became able to move for the goal with relief). I swapped the batteries a couple times, at first both needed charging, then suddenly it seemed the first one was fully charged after replugging. I put the battery with the saw. I didn't seem to have enough connection with my behavior to actually take the shielding off. I certainly want to live for caring spirits. Don't know what I need to be to do that at this point. It's the reason for everything I do, like it is for everyone else.
-- Was working with spiritual feelings and made an error as usual. The schizophrenia latches onto anything it can, so as spiritual feelings develop and close one needs to be very careful to think few of certain kinds of schizophrenic things, or it may use the spirity feelings and influence for the schizophrenic goals, which can be too unpleasant and disgusting to consent to describing.
-- So now we have a distraction! I'm big on triangles and squares. I coded computer graphics as a kid. A triangle is defined by 4 points. Sorry. A square is defined by 4 points. A triangle is defined by 3. Each point may be given cartesian coordinates.
Can we transform a triangle into a square? Basically, you double one of the points, then slowly move them apart. Let's derive an equation for a quadratic spline segment. (x,y) = a t^2 + b t + c (x,y)[0] = (x0,y0) (x,y)[1] = (x1,y1)
A mourning dove came and stood on some grass for a bit =) I'm scared for the animals really seriously. A bird came into our house yesterday and _let me reach for it and pick it up, while it was all stressed out_. I've never heard of a bird letting somebody do that. I don't know about birds to not injure them when grabbing them. When my stuff originally started, the whole woods would go quiet like they do when a predator is hunting. Except, they would just stay that way for a long time.
But something I've noticed with animals coming closer is that a lot of them look kinda injured. It makes sense wild animals would be injured, since they're exposed to trash containing food and stuff that can hurt them in ways they don't know about. It would be nice some day to tend the wilderness well, so the wild animals can forage and hunt without getting hurt. It just means caring for each one to protect it.
I don't know how to get anywhere near that point. I don't understand what has happened to my free will, to my nervous system.
On Fri, Jun 18, 2021, 10:31 AM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
On Fri, Jun 18, 2021, 9:25 AM Karl <gmkarl@gmail.com> wrote:
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Portland, Maine.
I didn't delete my Facebook account.
Please preserve my Facebook activity. It is the only record I have of what happened when everything fell apart. My harddrive was lost.
Please. I never look at it. I promise never to look at it. I lost all my memories. A horrible thing happened to us and nobody knows and it is the only shred. Some day it will be okay to talk about. People can dig it up and understand it once that day is reached, hundreds of years in the future. Hundreds of years in the future =)
I'm worried somebody could delete or alter my Facebook history. I want to export it again.
There's a window of only a few days when you can download it after exporting, and that's shorter than it usually takes for me to do something like that, so it's hard to get a copy. Right now I'm trying to set the format to HTML from json, and nothing happens when I hit the drop-down... after that I want to set an alarm to download it.
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Portland, Maine.
I didn't delete my Facebook account.
damnit Karl, delete your Facebook! :P also, use crypto. even if the goal and purpose are elusive in the moment... take care, keep writing, enjoy nature, and whatever other interests your dissipative processes exhibit! -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- iNUEAREKAH0WIQRBwSuMMH1+IZiqV4FlqEfnwrk4DAUCYOdu8l8UgAAAAAAuAChp c3N1ZXItZnByQG5vdGF0aW9ucy5vcGVucGdwLmZpZnRoaG9yc2VtYW4ubmV0NDFD MTJCOEMzMDdEN0UyMTk4QUE1NzgxNjVBODQ3RTdDMkI5MzgwQwAKCRBlqEfnwrk4 DPeyAP9wAVMXfIu20fLzjSQVs2FJjlf8AzXDjFqFJ0C/1dx5FQD+PwJdG1cMLzzN TYudrZdwaKF1fikGGyM40JsqUsH4KfA= =rkzS -----END PGP SIGNATURE-----
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