Lives in a Shoe

Creepy.

http://net-security.org/secworld.php?id=11683

Technology Facebook Caught ‘Inadvertently’ Tracking You Once You Log Off

• Posted on September 28, 2011 at 11:00am by Liz Klimas

• Facebook cookies were accidentally tracking other sites users went to, even after they logged off. The cookies sent this information to Facebook.
• Facebook has fixed what it says was a malfunction in its software.
• Advice: Log off Facebook when done. Remove Facebook cookies. Use a different browser when you get on Facebook.
• Social media sites are figuring out what their role is in protecting user information and freedom of speech.

Love it, hate it, view it as a necessary evil. However you feel about social media sites, they are tracking you one way or another, cataloging your movements on their site — and sometimes off it. Take Facebook.

Facebook was recently exposed as “inadvertently” tracking your web movements, even after you logged off its site. Australian blogger Nik Cubrilovic, like many alarmed by the upcoming Timeline changes to Facebook that will automatically populate your profile with items from your past or sites you’re viewing, looked into how to disable this feature, which could “accidentally share a page or an event that you did not intend others to see.” Cubrilovic writes another blogger’s advice to combat this problem is to log off Facebook. But that isn’t enough:

[...] logging out of Facebook only de-authorizes your browser from the web application, a number of cookies (including your account number) are still sent along to all requests to Facebook.com. Even if you are logged out, Facebook still knows and can track every page you visit. The only solution is to delete every Facebook cookie in your browser, or to use a separate browser for Facebook interactions.

Pokey Ahoy

Marcella sent these beautiful photos of Poke on her boat ride.  She smelled the salt air and helped net fish and crab.  She pigged out on chicken tenders.  We loved her so much and miss her, miss her.

 

 

Smile

 

 

 

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Cake Wrecks -- "The Cake that Started it All".

Stiull worth a laugh after all this time.

Circle

In 2005 I walked the Susan Komen Three-Day.  What an experience that was.  Darn near killed me but I bet George that I would walk every inch of the 60 miles.  It was in memory of my mom Mary Voda Daniels who died of breast cancer; it was in honor of my co-mother-in-law Linda Siegle who was diagnosed the same year I was and who also had a double mastectomy -- and who also has survived.  (She and I were born the same day, same year.  My son married her daughter.)  And it was in gratitude to my oncologist Ben Chue, MD. The Seattle PI interviewed me the following autumn -- entire article is here: 

 http://www.seattlepi.com/lifestyle/health/article/Living-Well-Doctor-s-bold-step-paid-off-for-his-1186197.php#ixzz1YzvG3qyx

During the summer there was advance word about the promising clinical trials for a breast cancer drug called Herceptin.... And rightfully so. Herceptin appears to be a direct and effective match for many women with tumors that churn out too much of a protein called HER2. About 20 percent of breast cancer patients are HER2-related cases....The drug doesn't help every single HER2 patient -- common among medications -- but that didn't stop early buzz about the Herceptin trials in July when Catherine Daniels participated in a three-day, 60-mile walk for breast cancer.

"Everyone was talking about it," said Daniels, 58, a breast cancer survivor. "Every day."

Daniels got a chance to tell her story to fellow walkers. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in May 2000...While browsing the Internet, she found out about Seattle Cancer Treatment and Wellness Center, known for its integrative medicine approachD

 

Dr. Chue talked to George and me about Herceptin and asked us to consider trying it.  Before I'd met with him I had read the book Her-2: The Making of Herceptin, a Revolutionary Treatment for Breast Cancer and sort of understood in a foggy way.  Wasn't sure it was the best thing to do and asked him how this Her-2 thing is measured and he said "A scale of one to three."

I asked, "Where do I fall?"  "Three-plus," he said, "If you were my mother I would strongly encourage you to do this."  So I did.  And I'm alive now.  Don't think it would have this happy an ending without Herceptin because these tumors tend to be "aggressive and resistant to treatment".  As it was I had three tumors and the disease had spread to my lymph nodes.

Fast forward to the present.  My beautiful niece Leigh has done.the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer and mentioned Mom and me on her webpage: http://info.avonfoundation.org/site/TR/Walk/LosAngeles?px=6205640&pg=personal&fr_id=2060 

I got my credit card ready and was just about to go there and click my donation -- I was closing a news site when I read this about a "Holy Grail" treatment for breast cancer:

The new drug combines an existing drug, Herceptin, which revolutionised breast cancer treatment 10 years ago, and a new anti- cancer treatment. It is the first time two drugs have been used in this way.

My bolding.  Entire article is here: ://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/273486

I've learned that many cancer treatments are introduced with a great fanfare (think Interferon) and then quietly fade away.  So we'll see if this one really is the grail or another tin cup.

Meanwhile, Leigh and thousands of other walkers are helping to cure this awful disease, one step at a time.  Thank you so much, Leigh and all of you.  Thank you.

Note for my family below: 

 

Atlas Shrugs. Ayn Rand Spins.

 

CALEDON ATLAS SHRUG

Inspired by the blockbuster book by Ayn Rand, the Atlas Shrug is more than a fashion statement. It's a statement about modern society. The construction is reminiscent of railway lines, in the color of the metal created by the brilliant industrialist. Knit your own Atlas Shrug in Caledon Hills yarn and tell the world that you value your independence.

Just the thing to wear to that picnic in Galt's Gulch.

Note:  For those non-knitters among you:  A shrug is a kind of truncated sweater that covers from shoulder to shoulder down the back, and across the sleeves. 

Note to Caledon copywriter:  the "brilliant industrialist" is Hank Reardon. 

"Dave's Not Here, Man..." Still Makes Me Smile.

Commercial.  Nice to see old friends, but -- funny a little; sad a lot.

 

I miss Janis but kind of glad she died before she was tempted to make commercials.  "Oh Lord, won't you buy me a pack of Depends..."

Welcome to the Family, Smokey!

Melikssa and Mario's new mutt.  He's a tiny black pug and I hear he's a Very Good Boy.

 

Summer 2011

 
Skagit County Fair, August 2011.  Left to right:  Tanya, Derek, Di, Jeff, Melissa, Cath.

A Yarn Yarn

Lorette, who blogs as www.TheKnittingDoctor, is visiting Scotland.  We share a passion for yarn and things knitting so I was interested to get this email from her:

We found a billion sheep, but little local wool. A woman at a local croft shop that I stopped at told me that most of the sheep are raised for meat, not wool. There are some folks raising sheep varieties more for the wool, but not many, yet. I did get some good stuff though. And ate a lot of lamb!

George and I were in Scotland and Ireland a coujple of years ago.  I was excited about the yarn-buying opportunities I fancied would be there for the finding.  Alas...

Dublin: I searched and found very little actual yarn, but many shops that sold "hand knit jumpers" (sweaters, for those of you who are not world travelers).

We were searching for George's people who according to Ellis Island records emigrated from Boyle in County Roscommon.  Lovely tiny town with its own castle -- and lorry after lorry (trucks, for those of you who are not world travelers) stacked high with fleeces rumbling down the center street heading somewhere else. 

I found a sort of clothing/notions shop and asked for "knitting wool".  The lady looked puzzled and then -- Aha!  She dove into the dark bottom of a cupboard, rummaged like a terrier, then surfaced holding aloft yellow sparkly stuff balled big as a prize pumpkin.  No label, but not wool.  She said the fleeces were sent "away" and "nobody knits anymore except old women". All-righty, then. (This shopkeeper was no spring chicken her own self.  Just sayin'...)

In Scotland I noticed that everybody, except those who lived smack in urban areas, had sheep.  So whoopee, I thought -- my ship has come in.  But no.  I resorted to asking a waitress in Edinburgh to check the phone book thinking maybe there was some local terminology that had been eluding me.  Nothing, nothing. 

Eventually, in St. Andrews (George golfed The Old Course)  I found a gorgeous wool shop with shelves of truly scrumptious yarn.  Weird thing, though -- every time I liked something and checked the label it appeared to be from Italy or Japan.  I bought a book of patterns -- something "Scotland Experience".  Haven't made anything from it yet.  Great souvenir, though.