Traveler and Angelica at Copalis Beach. Insert for 1.5, DONE
Copalis beach is unique; it’s the last public beach in the United States with a certified airplane landing strip. Tide was out creating a huge patch of black fine sand, lit up by morning sun. We all streamed down, across the sand. Plenty of light to see where we were walking,(many a dog walks that path; watch your step). Two planes buzzed by, turned West, out to sea, then looped back to land. Short hop, electric jobs, drop off the passengers and leave. Skip took the job of announcer.
This is the last public beach strip, but low tide landing is an American tradition. My dad, Skip Sr. used to take me to a small island off Panama City. He preferred his Aeronica. It was larger, didn’t bounce as much as a piper cub; watch for that as these guys land. We would go swimming, then walk to get lunch at the local snack bar/pub/general store, come back and fly home. Obviously this was all weather permitting.
The DeHavilland Twin Otter bounced a couple times on the wet sand, slowed and pulled into the parking spots further inland as protocol requires. Everything caught on camera by that big rig at the top of the cliff.
Pedro, Gizmo’s son, popped up and deplaned jumping from the plane into the sand. Angelica managed the steps easily in her mid calf keyhole dress, blowing, but not showing, mid-calf boots high enough to keep the sand out. Gizmo did his rendition of the “get up and unkink” before collecting his belongings after a two hour flight in a small airplane with even smaller seats. He smiled as he emerged from the plane. It had been a couple years since he had flown to Copalis. Iron Springs resort staff took the luggage to the cabins using a golf cart. Wonk took a picture with his phone. Later, when he looked at it the scene, it reminded him of a 50’s travel postcard. He chuckled when he read the inscription on the plane: No Problem Airways.
Gizmo and Pedro walked up to Wonk, nodded. Good to meet you in real life. Wonk, hand out to shake accepted, first Gizmo, then “call me Pete”, Pedro. Wonk noticed Pedro looked at Yolanda with a shy smile and wondered if the two of them might have something in common. Wonk flashed his pearlies, put his arms around Gizmo, Pedro, amigos, welcome; let me show you the place.
Traveler walked up to Angelica and they walked off to the South. She looked around and said, quietly, reminds me a bit of home, fine blond hair blowing in the slightest wind, china doll complexion. Ketchikan, right, said Traveler. Salmon capital of the world, replied the engineer.
They knew each other, rising leaders in the organization. The vetting process for invitations to Traveler’s HNMNBM party took a lot of time. Circle put an emphasis on birthday parties so they had been to several, though there were so many guests they didn’t really have a chance to spend quality time. They just knew, growing up, they travel in the same orbit.
There was that one time at the retreat center. The kids in Traveler's group were coming in. Angelica and her folk would be getting on a minibus in a couple hours to leave. The morning mist had burned off, that cloudless, bright blue Western sky had dried the dew drenched grass. She was sitting in the flower garden, playing a guitar, finger picking style. Her whole family played during the winter when there was no sun. It seemed to help with the sense of depression.
As Traveler walked up, the children gave each other a shy smile of recognition of someone they almost knew.
Angelica broke into song, "You can get anything you want,
At Alice's restaurant."
When she reached the end of her chorus, she went back to finger picking when Traveler took up the story.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
Color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back ...
Seeing eye dog . . .
Cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
Blind justice . . .
There are two types of people in the world, those that believe the Hand of God impacts their life, and those who don't. 10 year old kids, both know a song that's almost 100 years old at the time they sang it. What are the odds? One group says astronomical, the other says certain.
Their paths, the businesses they founded and ran went into different directions. The two entrepreneurs knew a lot about each other's doing, largely through Yolanda's connector set propensities. Angelica was already using Traveler's carbon in her robots, and her servo motors drove the carbon fiber weaving machines Gizmo had built.
At long last, these two Blue Circle members, both under consideration for governance positions, (though they didn’t know it), were meeting again in person. So it was, with no one else in sight, on the edge of a desolate beach, gentle, (for now), ocean, Traveler and Angelica initiated a very low power, phones almost touching, g xy mod p, key exchange.
You were hoping for a kiss?
The key is the foundation of modern cryptography, hence protecting the key, is job number one. One of the advantages to QQQ phones is tamper resistant hardware storage. However, you must have a mechanism to unlock the key. Facial recognition combined with fingerprint is good, not perfect, no matter what you read.
Qs also stores a hash of a unique phrase for each key; only dweebs use the same phrase for more than one key. Find a way to remember it must not be written down. Your signature IS your signature. If you wake up and your account is empty, you have no one to blame.
This key exchange is a bit different that most nowadays, this would be a symmetric key, same on both sides. That has some unique advantages in terms of speed and storage space.
Angelica wisely said, let's take advantage of the hint feature. Have you ever had your mind go blank, just couldn’t recall something? Pick something Traveler, something that will stick in both of our minds.
Traveler said, OK, I like variations on movie quotes. If I have a memory fade, I can probably find them on the oldie channel. My suggestion for the hint is: “With my humblest apologies to Monty Python.” His actual pass phrase: “now go away or I will taunt you a second time”
Thus keyed and paired, Angelica and Traveler did a quick test of encrypted text, no lip reading about it. The text message conversation from Angelica to Traveler testing the key is shown below.
TEXT: Yolanda briefed you? RU still in?
Yes, Gizmo and I are a bit freaked by the change in the genesis block
Let me guess, “Trust Your Higher Power”
Uh, huh, the one we submitted said “In God We Trust”
I know, it is HNMNBie Coin, though, and we do the higher power thing. Also, a lot of bad stuff has gone down with currency that says, “In God We Trust”.
Yeah, that is why Gizmo and I are still in.
END TEXT.
Keys and test completed, they began the long walk up the hill, small talk only, till they got to Yolanda’s cabin. Where Traveler’s passion was sequestering carbon, Angelica’s niche was building truly useful robots. She was happy to talk about her life’s calling.
I won a couple competitions as a kid and decided to try playing in the real world. At 16 I started a crowd funded automated wood fired pizza oven, the only robot to receive certification from the Verace Pizza Napoletana Association.
Then a large chain bought my company, so I used part of the money to build Esposito Delivers, those fluorescent white delivery robots that are common in all large cities.
Would you think about brush clearing, asked Traveler tossing a 90- degree turn into the conversation, fire fighting robots? Wildfire management is hard, dangerous work. If you believe in climate change 2.0, it’s only going to get worse. Traveler had to smile when he saw her eyes light up as her brain focused on the problem.
Let me think about it, she replied. And yes, as an engineer, I accept that we must become much more resilient if we are going to survive on this planet. I am no Flat Earther.
This is the last public beach strip, but low tide landing is an American tradition. My dad, Skip Sr. used to take me to a small island off Panama City. He preferred his Aeronica. It was larger, didn’t bounce as much as a piper cub; watch for that as these guys land. We would go swimming, then walk to get lunch at the local snack bar/pub/general store, come back and fly home. Obviously this was all weather permitting.
The DeHavilland Twin Otter bounced a couple times on the wet sand, slowed and pulled into the parking spots further inland as protocol requires. Everything caught on camera by that big rig at the top of the cliff.
Pedro, Gizmo’s son, popped up and deplaned jumping from the plane into the sand. Angelica managed the steps easily in her mid calf keyhole dress, blowing, but not showing, mid-calf boots high enough to keep the sand out. Gizmo did his rendition of the “get up and unkink” before collecting his belongings after a two hour flight in a small airplane with even smaller seats. He smiled as he emerged from the plane. It had been a couple years since he had flown to Copalis. Iron Springs resort staff took the luggage to the cabins using a golf cart. Wonk took a picture with his phone. Later, when he looked at it the scene, it reminded him of a 50’s travel postcard. He chuckled when he read the inscription on the plane: No Problem Airways.
Gizmo and Pedro walked up to Wonk, nodded. Good to meet you in real life. Wonk, hand out to shake accepted, first Gizmo, then “call me Pete”, Pedro. Wonk noticed Pedro looked at Yolanda with a shy smile and wondered if the two of them might have something in common. Wonk flashed his pearlies, put his arms around Gizmo, Pedro, amigos, welcome; let me show you the place.
Traveler walked up to Angelica and they walked off to the South. She looked around and said, quietly, reminds me a bit of home, fine blond hair blowing in the slightest wind, china doll complexion. Ketchikan, right, said Traveler. Salmon capital of the world, replied the engineer.
They knew each other, rising leaders in the organization. The vetting process for invitations to Traveler’s HNMNBM party took a lot of time. Circle put an emphasis on birthday parties so they had been to several, though there were so many guests they didn’t really have a chance to spend quality time. They just knew, growing up, they travel in the same orbit.
There was that one time at the retreat center. The kids in Traveler's group were coming in. Angelica and her folk would be getting on a minibus in a couple hours to leave. The morning mist had burned off, that cloudless, bright blue Western sky had dried the dew drenched grass. She was sitting in the flower garden, playing a guitar, finger picking style. Her whole family played during the winter when there was no sun. It seemed to help with the sense of depression.
As Traveler walked up, the children gave each other a shy smile of recognition of someone they almost knew.
Angelica broke into song, "You can get anything you want,
At Alice's restaurant."
When she reached the end of her chorus, she went back to finger picking when Traveler took up the story.
We walked in, sat down, Obie came in with the twenty seven eight-by-ten
Color glossy pictures with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back ...
Seeing eye dog . . .
Cause Obie came to the realization that it was a typical case of American
Blind justice . . .
There are two types of people in the world, those that believe the Hand of God impacts their life, and those who don't. 10 year old kids, both know a song that's almost 100 years old at the time they sang it. What are the odds? One group says astronomical, the other says certain.
Their paths, the businesses they founded and ran went into different directions. The two entrepreneurs knew a lot about each other's doing, largely through Yolanda's connector set propensities. Angelica was already using Traveler's carbon in her robots, and her servo motors drove the carbon fiber weaving machines Gizmo had built.
At long last, these two Blue Circle members, both under consideration for governance positions, (though they didn’t know it), were meeting again in person. So it was, with no one else in sight, on the edge of a desolate beach, gentle, (for now), ocean, Traveler and Angelica initiated a very low power, phones almost touching, g xy mod p, key exchange.
You were hoping for a kiss?
The key is the foundation of modern cryptography, hence protecting the key, is job number one. One of the advantages to QQQ phones is tamper resistant hardware storage. However, you must have a mechanism to unlock the key. Facial recognition combined with fingerprint is good, not perfect, no matter what you read.
Qs also stores a hash of a unique phrase for each key; only dweebs use the same phrase for more than one key. Find a way to remember it must not be written down. Your signature IS your signature. If you wake up and your account is empty, you have no one to blame.
This key exchange is a bit different that most nowadays, this would be a symmetric key, same on both sides. That has some unique advantages in terms of speed and storage space.
Angelica wisely said, let's take advantage of the hint feature. Have you ever had your mind go blank, just couldn’t recall something? Pick something Traveler, something that will stick in both of our minds.
Traveler said, OK, I like variations on movie quotes. If I have a memory fade, I can probably find them on the oldie channel. My suggestion for the hint is: “With my humblest apologies to Monty Python.” His actual pass phrase: “now go away or I will taunt you a second time”
Thus keyed and paired, Angelica and Traveler did a quick test of encrypted text, no lip reading about it. The text message conversation from Angelica to Traveler testing the key is shown below.
TEXT: Yolanda briefed you? RU still in?
Yes, Gizmo and I are a bit freaked by the change in the genesis block
Let me guess, “Trust Your Higher Power”
Uh, huh, the one we submitted said “In God We Trust”
I know, it is HNMNBie Coin, though, and we do the higher power thing. Also, a lot of bad stuff has gone down with currency that says, “In God We Trust”.
Yeah, that is why Gizmo and I are still in.
END TEXT.
Keys and test completed, they began the long walk up the hill, small talk only, till they got to Yolanda’s cabin. Where Traveler’s passion was sequestering carbon, Angelica’s niche was building truly useful robots. She was happy to talk about her life’s calling.
I won a couple competitions as a kid and decided to try playing in the real world. At 16 I started a crowd funded automated wood fired pizza oven, the only robot to receive certification from the Verace Pizza Napoletana Association.
Then a large chain bought my company, so I used part of the money to build Esposito Delivers, those fluorescent white delivery robots that are common in all large cities.
Would you think about brush clearing, asked Traveler tossing a 90- degree turn into the conversation, fire fighting robots? Wildfire management is hard, dangerous work. If you believe in climate change 2.0, it’s only going to get worse. Traveler had to smile when he saw her eyes light up as her brain focused on the problem.
Let me think about it, she replied. And yes, as an engineer, I accept that we must become much more resilient if we are going to survive on this planet. I am no Flat Earther.
Comments
Post a Comment