“You slowly turned and walked away. There was a hesitant pause, a noticeable sigh, and finally you disappeared among the crowd.”
People leave. Sometimes by their own choice and sometimes they leave without realizing that they have left already. Sometimes they just give up. It has happened numerous times before for one mundane reason to the extraordinary. But some people hold on even if they know they’re pulling on empty strings. They hold on maybe because they see the value of the person even if they’re not there anymore because to them it’s worth it.
I believe that behind each photo there is a valued moment, an unworded thought, even a short story. Sometimes I have stories in my head waiting for the right photo. This is one of those times.
That is what I like about taking photos — to capture a moment or series of moments so I can remember the faces and the places I have been at a point in time.
I started with a borrowed Kodak instamatic film camera when I was in grade school. I even tried developing my own film roll using an empty but minuscule storage cabinet as a dark room. Of course, naive that I am, that exercise was a failure. In high school I eventually moved on to a borrowed SLR — an Canon AE-1 Program — which I fell in love with. When I started working I used another borrowed SLR — a Pentax (I forget the model) — which I used to experiment with black & white film.
I eventually bought my own SLR film camera — a Canon EOS88. It was nothing fancy. I wanted to start recording memories of a newborn as he grows up. Years later I eventually got myself a DSLR for a birthday — an EOS 100D — the camera pictured here. The kit lens was replaced by a prime and I was quite satisfied with the results.
Without me being conscious of it, just taking photos transformed into a hobby.
The film camera is still working fine but it’s due for bit of cleaning. Instead of the kit lens it is now fitted with one of Canon’s low end prime lenses — a 50mm f1.8, It is very good glass inside a plastic body and mount. I still use it every now and then whenever I forget to be lazy or when there is an itch to use film.
Between the two cameras, I have recorded more than 25,000 slices of moments and I would probably take twice more given enough time and opportunity.
I do not trust the Chinese Government. Say one thing and do another.
I have also been getting probes from Chinese IP addresses so I’m blocking all the known IP addresses that China uses. Call me paranoid but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
There are over 330 million IP addresses that China use and you can get a list of these addresses from IP2Location.com.
Quick WordPress reminders or tips that shouldn’t be forgot [a moving checklist]
- Pick plugins carefully. Look at the number of active installations and user ratings — higher numbers reflect its usefulness and security. No one in their right mind will use an known insecure plugin. Look at the date when it was last updated — it shows how active the developers are in modifying, upgrading, improving their plugin.
- Pick themes with care. Check the theme details, click on Live Preview and see how the site looks with it. If I cannot do a Live Preview, move on to the next that interests you. I usually look the the featured themes as I assume they have been looked over by a human third party not involved in the theme’s development.
I cannot login to my WordPress site using the Android mobile app. I have the All In One WordPress Security (AIOWPS) plugin installed and enabled the Completely Block Access to XMLRPC checkbox.
I have to note that when I blocked access to XMLRPC my failed logins went from more than 3,000 for one month to zero which means the login bots were trying to guess a username/password combination to gain access to the site.
I prefer to keep blocking XMLRPC access but I also want to use the mobile app.
I found two ways around this situation.
If I want to use the WordPress mobile app, I really have to uncheck the Completely Block Access to XMLRPC checkbox keeping the Disable Pingback Functionality From XMLRPC checked.
If I want to keep my sense of security, I have to block access to XMLRPC and just use a browser instead of the WordPress app in my mobile thingy.
Eyes closed, I hear your voice from the kitchen. Faint but still sweet. Always melodious. I feel your whispers. I hear the trees and the stars sing with you. This world was meant to be seen with your eyes. And it has not been as beautiful without you.
People hardly look up anymore.
I’ve heard people say WordPress and open-source in general is not secure. I believe otherwise. Simply keep the app and its associated plugins updated and you’re good.
If you customized your theme, the next theme update will wipe your customizations so seriously think of creating child themes. It’s easier than you think.
Should the plugins you use stops development then ditch it and look for another plugin.
Sometimes the process is tedious but you’ll feel more secure about your WordPress site.
Maybe it’s time to level up you password’s minimum number of characters from eight (8) to maybe 10 or even 15. Remember that the longer the password the more difficult it would be to crack it.
I was also considering to implement this change in the company I work in. I expect some will have their say of it but it’s for their own security.
it was a cold morning when you left. i remember because it was raining really hard the night before. there were no goodbyes but just a gentle brush of your hand against mine. the last touch. that was ages ago. the room had become darker as the days passed but each day i still wait for you to come back. sometimes i would sit by the window and look for your face among the multitudes that pass by and i would just close the panes after the sun has set.
but now i grow tired of sitting and looking out the window. the faces have become blurs in time. the room has gone much darker and i tire.
i feel myself starting to leave.
This photo was taken in the late 90s, the words were written sometime in early August 2015, and I put them together and posted it on Instagram in the latter part of August of the same year.