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fuckin neat >> How a Bunch of Lava Lamps Protect Us From Hackers
https://www.wired.com/story/cloudflare-lava-lamps-protect-from-hackers/
Edward Craven Walker lived to see his greatest invention, the lava lamp, make its late-’90s cultural comeback. But the British tinkerer (and famed nudist, incidentally) died before he could witness the 21st-century digital potential of his analog creation. Inside the San Francisco office of the web security company Cloudflare, 100 units of Craven Walker’s groovy hardware help protect wide swaths of the internet from infiltration.
Here’s how it works. Every time you log in to any website, you’re assigned a unique identification number. It should be random, because if hackers can predict the number, they’ll impersonate you. Computers, relying as they do on human-coded patterns, can’t generate true randomness—but nobody can predict the goopy mesmeric swirlings of oil, water, and wax. Cloudflare films the lamps 24/7 and uses the ever-changing arrangement of pixels to help create a superpowered cryptographic key. “Anything that the camera captures gets incorporated into the randomness,” says Nick Sullivan, the company’s head of cryptography, and that includes visitors milling about and light streaming through the windows. (Any change in heat subtly affects the undulations of those glistening globules.)
Sure, theoretically, bad guys could sneak their own camera into Cloudflare’s lobby to capture the same scene, but the company’s prepared for such trickery. It films the movements of a pendulum in its London office and records the measurements of a Geiger counter in Singapore to add more chaos to the equation. Crack that, Russians. |
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| Herb Caen |
I hope I go to Heaven, and when I do, I'm going to do what every San Franciscan does when he gets there. He looks around and says, 'It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco.' |
| Michael Baden |
That was after Napoleon died because there is still a controversy as to whether Napoleon was poisoned with arsenic. And the French say the British did it and the British say the French did it, but he died before the test for arsenic was available. |
| Freddy Fender |
My sister and I were born in San Francisco. When our parents died, we came down here to live with relatives. |
| Rick Baker |
I enjoy doing digital work. I enjoy sculpting digitally. I've had my digital sculptures on covers of the top digital magazines. |
| William Eggleston |
I don't think much about the digital world... because I am in the analog world! |
| Patrick Henry |
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. |
| Annie Jacobsen |
In the late 1960s, Ontario Airport was a throwback to a bygone era. Located 35 miles east of downtown Los Angeles, the airport served only two carriers, Western and Bonanza. Passengers could catch regional flights to San Francisco, Sacramento, Las Vegas, Palm Springs, Phoenix and Los Angeles, and that was about it. |
| Maria Bamford |
In L.A., a lot of comics live here, but we don't get to spend that much time together because we've got to drive 45 minutes home, or do another set. So in San Francisco we can hang out, go for dinner - the community aspect of it is really lovely, as well as seeing people's shows that you don't normally get to see a longer version of. |
| Herb Caen |
A city is where you can sign a petition, boo the chief justice, fish off a pier, gaze at a hippopotamus, buy a flower at the corner, or get a good hamburger or a bad girl at 4 A.M. A city is where sirens make white streaks of sound in the sky and foghorns speak in dark grays. San Francisco is such a city. |
| Feist |
When I first played '1234' it was on stage in San Francisco at some kind of, like, sticky-floored club. And it felt like a punk song. I mean it's ridiculous to say that now, but it had that kind of, like, piercing straight melody. And then this fist-pumping ending, you know that pa-dap-pada. |
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Dream Journal Entry 2: I worked for a Software/Scotch Making company. I began as Cho from the Mentalist and there was an attack on our software due to an oscillating signal between 1024Hz and 4096Hz. I was able to use my telescoping stick to locate the source of the signal, a cold war era radio with a swirling red swirl located directly behind my overweight partner (who wore a necklace made of a 50's era television). We stopped the signal (which was actually my alarm to wake up) but it began again (cause I clearly hadn't woken up yet). However, this test of my skills under pressure proved to be enough to show my dedication to this company and allow me, now a little girl of age 9 or 10, to become the CEO. I was ushered into an office with photos of our previous CEOs (all Russian and British royalty along with Anna Karenina). To initiate me into the company, I had to drink a random assortment of the different Scotch's distilled by families who worked for our company. In the end I had t...
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What fictional place would you most like to go? wreck it ralph,pizza land where everything is pizza, inside a genie lamp, place where I can live inside of the clouds.
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I had a dream that there were these metallic looking snakes that lived in lakes in Michigan and if they bit you your eyesight would get better and better but also everyone that got bit died soon after.
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When I grow up, I want to have enough money to open up a cafe in San Francisco. Maybe in the castro. Or...maybe close to the beach on the west side. I want to decorate it nicely and I want to serve nisu with matcha spread. I would also serve arepas bc there aren't places that serve good arepas there and my boyfriend really likes those. I would probably make him make them though. I would allow doggos to come so that i could pet them. I would make some dope toasts with my nisu. Like avocado and such. I really like coriander and lime.
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Wow I still remember this dream. I found out she died and then I checked my phone and I had a bunch of missed calls from her.
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Sweden Accidentally Leaks Personal Details of Nearly All Citizens
Another day, Another data breach!
This time sensitive and personal data of millions of transporters in Sweden, along with the nation's military secrets, have been exposed, putting every individual's as well as national security at risk.
Who exposed the sensitive data? The Swedish government itself.
Swedish media is reporting of a massive data breach in the Swedish Transport Agency (Transportstyrelsen) after the agency mishandled...
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Cyber attack spreads across 74 countries; some UK hospitals crippled
Cyber attacks that hit 74 countries across Europe and Asia Friday, impacting the public health system in Britain, apparently involved a leaked hacking tool from the National Security Agency.
The attack used ransomware, which is malware that encrypts data and locks a user from their data until they pay a ransom. The tool, which was leaked by a group known as Shadow Brokers, had been stolen from the N.S.A. as part of a wide swath of tools illegally released in 2016.
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Romanian Ransomware Suspect Pleads Guilty To Hacking CCTVs in Washington DC (theregister.co.uk)
The Register reports that "a Romanian woman has admitted running a ransomware operation from infected Washington DC's CCTV systems just days before President Trump was sworn into office in the US capital." The US DOJ stated that "this case was of the highest priority due to its impact on the Secret Service's protective mission and its potential effect on the security plan for the 2017 Presidential Inauguration." She could face a maximum of 25 years if convicted. She and her cohort (who is still jailed in Romania) made the classic hacker mistake of using their personal gmail accounts for the campaign, even accessing them from one of the compromised PCs.
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I had a dream that someone broke into someone else's house and this guy had a gun and he shot the person and it turns out it was a kid and the kid died and his blood spattered everywhere and there was this other kid that lived there and I just remember how that kid looked with the spatter of some other kids blood all over him.
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want: to be able to write
I jam my journal in my bag and stomped out to the diag. Every time I'm in that library, I find myself wrestling with a stupid paragraph and it is always about my literal surroundings. I've written...10 stories about flicking on the desk lamp, peering at the textbooks of the faceless people, and imagining what it's like to be studying their physics textbook...in the library...under the desk lamp. Oh ya, and there's books! But I'm off to the coffee shop I usually avoid because of familiar faces I have no interest in, but maybe I can find something remarkable about today.
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