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.
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.
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
This photo was the one that got me started with portrait photography.
This was taken when Cherry and I were just starting to go out. It feels like it happened just a year ago. Time is biased. It goes so quickly during the happy times and walks all too slowly during the not so good times. As of late, time seems to just linger about as if waiting for something to happen.
The photo was taken with a borrowed Pentax film camera loaded with a Kodak black and white film. ISO 400, if I remember correctly.
This is one of the first few photos that I took that I liked.
This was taken early morning, the first of January, New Year’s day, some decades ago. The mist is actually the smoke left over from the previous night’s New Year fireworks and revelry. The guy on the bicycle is what one can call a newspaper delivery boy on the way towards the Malacañang area. One can still see the barbed-wire barricades further down the street guarding the entrance to the Palace gates.
This was photo taken on film — the dark patches on the left is from its deterioration because I’m bad at keeping this thing.