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Phish Dick's Run 2024

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Matt Shuham at HuffPost:

Last summer, a candidate for the New Mexico state House showed up on Nathan Jaramillo’s doorstep. Jaramillo, the Bureau of Elections administrator in Bernalillo County, said Peña had previously sent threatening emails to both himself and to others in the county. Jaramillo brushed it off, annoyed at the personal intrusion but unconcerned. Five months later, Peña, a Trump supporter who lost his election and rejected the results, was arrested and charged with organizing a string of brazen drive-by shootings targeting public officials. Jaramillo thought back to five months earlier, when the man had shown up at his doorstep. The severity of the situation “really hit me,” Jaramillo told HuffPost. “In hindsight, it was a lot more scary.” Now, Jaramillo’s office assigns ticket numbers to emails they receive, organizing them by sender and keeping tabs on the office’s responses, in the hopes of anticipating anyone who could escalate their complaints into something more serious.

But the incident with Peña — who has pleaded not guilty, and whose attorney did not respond to a request for comment — is just one scene representative of an increasingly tense era of American politics. Fueled by Trump’s lies about election theft, supporters of his have spent years threatening election workers and the democratic process — and acting upon those threats. Now, as the 2024 presidential campaign charges toward November, election offices are taking steps they’d never dreamed could be necessary. Several election officials HuffPost spoke to laid out laundry lists of upgrades — everything from ballistic windows, doors and walls to new security cameras, electronic access badges and location trackers on ballot boxes. And as the Republican Party continues to push lies about election integrity — a scripted Republican Party call last month falsely claimed there was “massive fraud” in 2020 — election officials are gearing up to protect what promises to be an even more tense presidential contest this year.

[...] Around the country, election officials are working on evacuation and “quick containment” drills for future potential envelope attacks — even just using a bucket to contain a suspicious envelope — and stocking up on masks, gloves and naloxone, just in case, said Jennifer Morrell, a former elections official in Utah and Colorado and co-founder of an election consulting group during a recent call hosted by the National Task Force on Election Crises.

[...] “Prior to 2016, it was a pretty sleepy industry. People trusted their election officials and the process,” she said. Then, Hall said, “everything changed: When you have rhetoric coming from the top, it empowers and activates people all the way down the food chain.”

[...] But election workers’ preparations for 2024 are complicated by the sheer range of security issues that could come up: Since 2020, for example, Trump supporters across the country have tried — sometimes successfully — to copy data from sensitive equipment like voting machines and ballot tabulators. In Michigan, for example, several prominent Republicans, including a former GOP nominee for state attorney general, have been charged with felonies for their roles in an alleged conspiracy to improperly gain access to ballot tabulators. In Colorado, a former county clerk faces felony charges for allegedly allowing a computer technician to get into election machines under false pretenses; information from the machines was subsequently shared at an election fraud conspiracy theory summit. The answer to these growing threats, according to election officials, is a mix of background checks, digital protections like phishing training for staff and multi-factor authentication for accessing databases, in addition to physical measures like electronic badges that allow different levels of access to observers, volunteers, election workers and government employees.

[...]

Brain Drain

For veteran election administrators, the Trump era has brought with it a troubling wave of resignations. Workers at all levels have decided they’d rather not participate in a process that, in recent years, has led some of their neighbors to think they’re part of an anti-democratic cabal. What used to be considered sleepy “clerk work” is now heavily scrutinized — and, as the Republican attacks against Georgia election workers Ruby Freeman and Shaye Moss showed, may make people vulnerable to nationwide defamation campaigns. In North Carolina, there’s been a “huge increase” in directors of elections retiring, Bowens said. And Jaramillo described “individuals that were with our office for 20-plus years [who] made the determination that they weren’t in it for the 2024 ride.” Mast said he’d seen an “incredible” number of election workers retiring or changing fields. Among elected clerks, Mast said the position has gone from one filled largely by career administrators who served lengthy tenures to one with roughly 30% turnover every four years. After the “environmental changes” of 2020, experienced clerks have begun leaving the field more often, he said. “It’s incredible to see.”

Election administration was once a sleepy nonpartisan industry, but with rampant election denialism instigated by Donald Trump and fellow right-wing bad actors, election administrators are looking to make safety upgrades before this fall's election.

[mariacallous]

Forty-one state attorneys general penned a letter to Meta’s top attorney on Wednesday saying complaints are skyrocketing across the United States about Facebook and Instagram user accounts being stolen, and declaring “immediate action” necessary to mitigate the rolling threat.

The coalition of top law enforcement officials, spearheaded by New York attorney general Letitia James, says the “dramatic and persistent spike” in complaints concerning account takeovers amounts to a “substantial drain” on governmental resources, as many stolen accounts are also tied to financial crimes—some of which allegedly profits Meta directly.

“We have received a number of complaints of threat actors fraudulently charging thousands of dollars to stored credit cards,” says the letter addressed to Meta’s chief legal officer, Jennifer Newstead. “Furthermore, we have received reports of threat actors buying advertisements to run on Meta.”

“We refuse to operate as the customer service representatives of your company,” the officials add. “Proper investment in response and mitigation is mandatory.”

In addition to New York, the letter is signed by attorneys general from Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Illinois, Iowa, Kentucky, Louisiana, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Nebraska, Nevada, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, North Carolina, Ohio, Oklahoma, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, West Virginia, Wisconsin, Wyoming, and the District of Columbia.

“Scammers use every platform available to them and constantly adapt to evade enforcement. We invest heavily in our trained enforcement and review teams and have specialized detection tools to identify compromised accounts and other fraudulent activity,” Meta says in a statement provided by spokesperson Erin McPike. “We regularly share tips and tools people can use to protect themselves, provide a means to report potential violations, work with law enforcement and take legal action.”

Account takeovers can occur as a result of phishing as well as other more sophisticated and targeted techniques. Once an attacker gains access to an account, the owner can be easily locked out by changing passwords and contact information. Private messages and personal information are left up for grabs for a variety of nefarious purposes, from impersonation and fraud to pushing misinformation.

“It's basically a case of identity theft and Facebook is doing nothing about it,” said one user whose complaint was cited in the letter to Meta's Newstead.

The state officials said the accounts that were stolen to run ads on Facebook often run afoul of its rules while doing so, leading them to be permanently suspended, punishing the victims—often small business owners—twice over.

“Having your social media account taken over by a scammer can feel like having someone sneak into your home and change all of the locks,” New York's James said in a statement. “Social media is how millions of Americans connect with family, friends, and people throughout their communities and the world. To have Meta fail to properly protect users from scammers trying to hijack accounts and lock rightful owners out is unacceptable.”

Other complaints forwarded to Newstead show hacking victims expressing frustration over Meta’s lack of response. In many cases, users report no action being taken by the company. Some say the company encourages users to report such problems but never responds, leaving them unable to salvage their accounts or the businesses they built around them.

After being hacked and defrauded of $500, one user complained that their ability to communicate with their own customer base had been “completely disrupted,” and that Meta had never responded to the report they filed, though the user had followed the instructions the company provided them to obtain help.

“I can't get any help from Meta. There is no one to talk to and meanwhile all my personal pictures are being used. My contacts are receiving false information from the hacker,” one user wrote.

Wrote another: “This is my business account, which is important to me and my life. I have invested my life, time, money and soul in this account. All attempts to contact and get a response from the Meta company, including Instagram and Facebook, were crowned with complete failure, since the company categorically does not respond to letters.”

Figures provided by James’ office in New York show a tenfold increase in complaints between 2019 and 2023—from 73 complaints to more than 780 last year. In January alone, more than 128 complaints were received, James’ office says. Other states saw similar spikes in complaints during that period, according to the letter, with Pennsylvania recording a 270 percent increase, a 330 percent jump in North Carolina, and a 740 percent surge in Vermont.

The letter notes that, while the officials cannot be “certain of any connection,” the drastic increase in complaints occurred “around the same time” as layoffs at Meta affecting roughly 11,000 employees in November 2022, around 13 percent of its staff at the time.

[baddluckclub]

things about callie: 

she’s going to school in colorado 

she’s a bit of a hippie, dresses like she’s from the 70s

loves jam bands like the grateful dead and phish lmao 

she loooooves musical festivals (not edm/electronic/whatever) 

she doesn’t know about sam. her parents told her he was killed in an accident as a kid bc they didn’t want to have to explain the truth 

she is also a mutant! her powers manifested around the same time as sam’s did. she has power over plants and nature 

her lil apartment is just covered in plants 

in an ideal world, one day she’ll have a farm of her own with a big ol’ greenhouse 

yeah! idk! ask me questions if you want i have to go do life things now 

[theghostpinesmusic]

Trinity Alps Uber Alles (1/5)

Me being me, of course I never feel like I've backpacked "enough" by the end of the season. My own personal "season" is constrained by work rather than by weather, so it's a little shorter than the "real" backpacking season, I can hardly complain: because of my annual three-month summer break, in theory any summer day that isn't already set aside for visits with family or friends and isn't spoiled by wildfire smoke is a day that I could be out in the woods somewhere.

And that's great! I'm very fortunate to have that time. But, in a weird way, that fortune also ends up being the problem: inevitably, I have to take some time "off" (from work, hiking, and socializing) during the summer...but then, when September rolls around and the beginning of fall term closes in, it's easy to look back and regret having taken those rest days, to have "failed" to fill every day of the summer to the brim while I had the chance. When you have very little except work stretching out in front of you for the next nine months, it's easy to beat yourself up in retrospect for lazing around during a few July days when you could have been outside walking a ridgeline in the sun. After all, there's so much out there to see, and only one life to see it in.

It's carpe diem as self-flagellation, I guess.

This is why, over the last few years, I've started trying to take one final, extra-long, extra-memorable backpacking trip in early September as a sort of last hurrah before my season ends. It doesn't actually do much to mitigate end-of-season blues in the end, but I do end up feeling like I've gone out on a high note at least.

Maybe obviously, this is all leading up to me writing about this year's big September blowout trip.

So this year, I was feeling the end-of-season blues a bit more than usual, for two reasons. First of all, it was the end of my sabbatical, and during my sabbatical, last fall, I'd been able to stretch my personal backpacking season well beyond mid-September for the first time...ever, I guess? I'd done way more hiking than I would have been able to during a normal summer and then closed out the season with two long, massively fun fall trips: one that combined a loop around the southern end of the Wallowas range with a loop around the Strawberry Mountain wilderness, and the second that combined the Broken Top Loop and the Three Sisters Loop together into the longest solo hike I've done in my life so far. And then I managed, unexpectedly, to pull off a twenty-five miler overnight in the Eddy Mountains at the beginning November, literally pulling out of the Parks Creek Trailhead parking lot to drive home as the first big snow of the year started drifting down onto the summit of Mount Shasta. It was wonderful. As the end of this summer loomed, I was keenly aware that being back on my normal schedule was going to preclude such early-fall shenanigans.

Second, Lindsey and I spent a lot of time with family over the early part of this summer (which was great!) and smoke settled into many of my favorite hiking spots earlier in the summer than expected (which was not great!), both of which meant that in spite of getting a few short trips in in June (like to Lone Pilot, along the McKenzie River, and to Wahtum Lake, all of which I wrote about here recently), the middle of the summer was pretty devoid of hiking adventures for the first time in...forever? It was a bummer, but it made me extra determined to make up for it as much as I could by filling late August and early September with some adventures.

This led first to my return trip to Desolation Wilderness, which I just finished writing about here. But then...where to next? I took a road trip out to Denver at the end of August to see Phish, and had originally planned to pack for and try to take the loop around the Maroon Bells while I was out there, but I chickened out in the end because of my lack of experience with Colorado summer thunderstorms and a fear of getting murdered by moose (whose behaviors I am also unfamiliar with). I'd wanted to take a swing at the Sawtooths' Grand Loop all summer, but the Boise-and-Sawtooth area had been swathed by fires and smoke all summer, and continued to be into September. I'd also been hoping all summer to make it down to the Emigrant Wilderness at some point, and had a fifty-plus-mile loop I'd dreamed up in mind for that area, but after driving so much for most of the summer and having just driven a nearly three-thousand-mile circle out to Denver and back, the idea of putting in sixteen to twenty more hours of driving only to come home and immediately start work again seemed like a bit too much.

Writing this now, in November, with all the trailheads snowed in and work piling up, I sort of wish I'd gone for it, but what are you gonna do?

Anyway, somewhere in all my hemming and hawing, I remembered a moment during a standing break Ken and I had taken on the climb up to Hidden Valley on Shasta's southwestern flank back in June. We'd looked out at the mountains rising into view in the distance and I'd seen the snow-burnished line of the Trinity Alps drawing a highlight across the sky behind the Eddys for what felt like the first time in a long time. Factually, it had only been just over a year since Lindsey and I had last been there, when we'd taken a three-day trip up into the Canyon Creek and Boulder Creek Lakes basins. And that had been a great trip.

But it felt like it had been way, way too long since I'd seen the Caribou Basin, or the Sawtooth Ridge, or Sapphire Lake, or Morris Meadows. It had been way, way too long since I'd camped above Echo Lake and watched the drama of even a normal old sunset unfold from that perch. It had been way, way too long since I'd stopped a third of the way through the Four Lakes Loop and thought "Why the hell am I doing this to myself?!". Ever since I had spent a solid chunk of the summers of 2021 and 2022 exploring as much of the Trinities as my legs could manage, I'd dreamed of stitching together a route that would let me tackle as many of its wonderful scenic vistas in five days as humanly possible.

Now, it was almost mid-September, and, miraculously, the Alps were the only area within a five-hour drive that had decent air quality. The beginning of the school year was looming, but I still had a week of sabbatical freedom left. The decision of how to send off the summer of 2024 in style was suddenly way easier than I'd been making it. I opened up GaiaGPS and started drawing up a route through the Trinity Alps that I was pretty sure wouldn't kill me.

There is a lot to love about the Alps, which is probably why I love them so much. But I think it's fair to say that there are a few widely agreed-upon "greatest hits," areas in that wilderness that come with all the pros (incredible vistas, pristine alpine lakes, mind-boggling hiking terrain) and cons (congestion, limited camping options, jackasses with Bluetooth speakers) that that entails. In my mind, these are: Caribou Basin, Emerald and Sapphire Lakes, Morris Meadows, the Four Lakes Loop, and Canyon Creek. Previous daydreaming and a quick refresher glance at the topo map confirmed what I expected: it was likely physically possible for me to knit together a loop that hit all of these spots except for Canyon Creek over the course of five days.

I was really charmed by the idea of hitting all of these spots on one trip, of course, but Canyon Creek is at the head of the next valley over from Morris Meadows, and because they're separated by Sawtooth Mountain and the absolutely gnarly ridge that extends south from that peak, including it would mean doing one of two things: 1) scrambling off-trail for miles to make it up and over the Sawtooth Mountain ridge and then back down into Canyon Creek, the kind of thing I would have barely felt comfortable doing fifteen years ago and without a full backpacking pack or 2) taking the Bear Creek Trail to the south end of the Canyon Creek Trail, then making a huge lollypop handle out of hiking north to the lakes, then back south to Bear Creek, then back up Bear Creek Trail to Morris Meadows. The second option was the only one that seemed even remotely safe, and it would add at least two days to my trip while making it decidedly not a loop anymore.

I likely could have found a way to pack seven days' worth of food without resupplying, but I just didn't want to. Canyon Creek was out, the five-day loop was in.

Because we're talking the Trinity Alps here, the first trial was just getting to the trailhead with my car in one piece. I had decided to start from the Big Flat Campground, because it was the starting point that made the "loop" the most like an actual loop. I had only driven to Big Flat once before, years ago when I had hiked up into Caribou Basin for the first time. It had been a great hike, but I had avoided Big Flat since because I'd remembered the drive as one of the worst I'd ever done.

Unfortunately, my memory was accurate.

The first few hours of the drive, from Klamath Falls to Coffee Creek, were the same as always: beautiful, lonely, windy to the point of being nausea-inducing. I stopped at the Coffee Creek ranger station to fill out a fire permit and contemplate throwing up my breakfast in the bushes (I decided not to), and then I started off down Coffee Creek Road. In terms of potholes and other things that can potentially damage your car (or you), this road isn't particularly bad. It actually isn't even that windy (having done it about fifteen times at this point, I'd argue that coming down the south side of the Parks Creek hill is way worse). But it is just windy enough and just potholed enough that it takes somewhere between sixty and ninety minutes to drive the nineteen miles to the trailhead. But it's more an endurance test than anything else: when I got to the trailhead I was much less nauseous and stressed than I'd been when I arrived at Coffee Creek...I was just bored instead.

Fortunately, it only took me a few minutes to get my gear together and then I was off southward on the Caribou Lake Trail. Almost immediately I passed a returning solo hiker who looked completely strung out and bedraggled, with eyes only for his car (and presumably restaurant food and a real bed). I should have taken this as a warning, but I just happily waved hello and sped up slightly.

The first small stretch of trail below Big Flat is actually pretty confusing. This isn't really anyone's fault, but there are a lot of trails intersecting here (the Old Caribou Trail, the (New) Caribou Trail, the Valley Loop Trail, and the Tri-Forest Trail) and the South Fork of the Salmon River cuts through some of the intersections, making them messier than they would otherwise be. I leaned a bit more on my GaiaGPS app than usual to make sure I was headed the right way, then started climbing on the Old Caribou Trail. The (New) Caribou Trail would have also gotten me to my first night's destination, but it was both shorter and steeper than its older brother (sister?). I had a vague memory of taking the old trail up into the basin last time and the new trail back down, and that memory led me to, this time, err on the side of taking the longer and less steep option. At first, my thought was that it would be a way to avoid overheating in the sun, but it became clear pretty quickly that that wouldn't be a problem today.

It was a cloudy day, but the clouds were feathery and sporadic. The air was cool, and the light breeze was cooler. It was fall in the Trinity Alps, which was a new experience for me. I stuck to the "easier" Old Caribou Trail nonetheless, and enjoyed the colors of ground cover that hovered between end-of-summer and start-of-fall in spite of the evidence all around of the 2021 Haypress Fire, which had burnt this part of the wilderness to the ground since my last trip there in 2017.

The wreckage of the fire was clear from the beginning and was impossible to ignore during my entire approach to the Caribou Basin. Last time, this stretch of trail had run underneath a canopy of old pine trees; now, burnt half-trunks stood like monuments marking what had passed. I tried to take solace in the views that opened up across the wasteland in the absence of the once-great forest.

After a few hours of low-grade but relentless climbing, broken up by one flat-ish section of trail that passed through the still-beautiful Browns Meadow, I followed the trail around one more corner before suddenly, in a reveal so dramatic it feels like the trail was engineered this way on purpose, the brown-and-green landscape gave way to the characteristic and striking granite of the White Trinities. Majestic Caesar Peak hung just below the sky across the divide. I stopped and took a deep breath, then snapped some photos. I was back.

You see the Caribou Basin long before you're actually able to get to it. That's because at the same moment that you enter into the granite fields of the White Trinities, you also enter into the rugged heart of the Alps themselves, and the trail stops being a traditional trail and starts being...sort of like a halfhearted apology? It does the best it can first climbing and then switchbacking down Caribou Mountain's northwestern ridge. It can feel frustrating and prolonged if you aren't prepared, but I'd been here before, and, of the five days of hiking I had planned for this trip, this was the "easy" day (nominally, at least). I tried my best to enjoy it.

You do eventually have to lose a fair amount of altitude here that you have to later gain again to reach the shores of Upper Caribou Lake. That felt a little galling, but I contented myself by occasionally looking back at the crazy path the trail takes and appreciating the terrain I'd already covered.

Finally, about seven miles and 3,500 feet of gain ("easy day," my ass!) from the car, the trail dropped me down toward Snowslide Lake.

Here, the trail contours around the western edge of Snowslide Lake before ascending again atop the natural granite dam that you can see separating Snowslide from Lower Caribou Lake in the photo. Climbing across the dam, with pristine alpine lakes on both sides of you is...pretty fun.

There are actually some badass camp sites right at Snowslide Lake (and probably some I've never found at Lower Caribou), but for me the main event is Upper Caribou, so I kept going. There some climbing up some granite steps and over some granite benches here, so you have to watch the trail pretty carefully and, occasionally, give up on it entirely and just follow the best-looking cairns you can find, but eventually you'll either hit Upper Caribou or accidentally climb an entire mountain.

I got to Upper Caribou a bit earlier than I expected. It was less the snowy wonderland it had been during my stay in 2017 and more the dry granite basin that it had been when I'd come up from the south in 2022, but it was just as beautiful as ever.

Being me, I spent a fair amount of the day's remaining sunlight scouring the granite and peridotite hills for The Perfect Campsite. First, I dropped my pack and headed out, but only made it about two hundred feet before I remembered the local deers' hunger for salt (and therefore, for camping gear). I hustled back to my pack to find a deer already licking and nibbling the shoulder straps. A little bit of screaming later, I had my pack back and was wandering again, albeit having gained thirty-five or so pounds.

I felt like a bit of a loser for this, but eventually I settled into the same spot I'd camped in in 2022: it's a great compromise between having views of the lake and having protection from the wind. This wind wasn't nearly as intense as the Desolation Wilderness wind had been for all four days of that trip, but it was insistent enough that I didn't want to try to sleep directly in its path if I could help it.

I got camp set up just in time to catch the alpenglow along Caribou Mountain's ridge.

It was a short walk from my site to the top of the granite dam that separates Upper Caribou from the lower lakes. This is one of my absolute favorite views in all of the Alps. It's especially striking during the sunset, so I sat up there and watched the sun go down for as long as I could, before I got too cold and had to retreat back to the tent.

I made and ate dinner, and was so warmed up and energized by the time I was done that I spent some time clambering around in the dark, taking night photos. Eventually, though, the cold and the 4,000-ish-foot day caught up with me and I crawled into the tent to sleep.

I'd expected to be woken up regularly all night by deer (which is what had happened the last two times I'd camped here), but whether it was because of my earplugs or because I was seemingly the only person camping in the basin that night, the deer were nowhere to be heard. I slept like a log and woke in the morning excited to tackle the Sawtooth Traverse.

[b2bcybersecurity]

Gezieltes russisches Phishing auf 800 EU- und US-Organisationen

From Russia with love: Ausgefeilte Social-Engineering-Kampagne hat es auf Zugangsdaten von 800 Organisationen abgesehen. Interessant: die Ziele liegen alle in der EU oder in der USA. Sophos-Experten sehen russische Verbindungen. Innerhalb von 51 Tagen verschickte eine Gruppe von Angreifern, die vermutlich aus Russland stammt, mehr als 2.000 Phishing-E-Mails an fast 800 Unternehmen und Organisationen aus den Bereichen Regierung, Gesundheitswesen, Energie und kritische Infrastrukturen. Die Ziele befanden sich in Großbritannien, Australien, Frankreich, Deutschland, Österreich, Italien sowie in den USA und Niederlanden. Perfektes Phishing mit viel Aufwand Die E-Mails zeichneten sich durch eine ungewöhnliche, hochgradig personalisierte Technik aus: die Einbettung eines Webseiten-Logos, das von einer eigenen Seite der Zielperson stammt, in die Phishing-Seite selbst. Nach dem Öffnen wurden die Zielpersonen aufgefordert, ihre Passwörter in die Anmeldeseite der scheinbar eigenen Webseite einzugeben. Anschließend schleusten die Angreifer die gestohlenen Passwörter in ihre Telegram-Kanäle ein. Offenbar haben die Angreifer das Wissen über online nachvollziehbare Communities ausgenutzt, wodurch das Sophos-Team auf die Kampagne aufmerksam wurde. Andrew Brandt von Sophos X-Ops erhielt zunächst eine E-Mail von einem der Angreifer, als er für die örtliche Schulratswahl in Boulder, Colorado, USA, kandidierte, wobei der Angreifer vorgab, einer seiner Mitkandidaten zu sein. Als die ersten BEC-E-Mails (Business Email Compromise) fehlschlugen, wechselten die Angreifer zu Phishing-E-Mails und schickten Andrew eine E-Mail mit einem Anhang, der die Anmeldeseite für seine scheinbar persönliche Kampagnen-Website enthielt. Social-Engineering-Kampagne „Die BEC-Kampagne war zwar recht einfach gestrickt, zeigt jedoch, dass die Angreifer geschickt eine Analyse der online verfügbaren, sozialen Kontakte im Umfeld der Zielperson ausnutzen, um möglichst realistisch zu wirken“, so Andrew Brandt. „Bedeutend ausgefeilter war hingegen der nachfolgende Social-Engineering-Versuch. Die Verwendung von grafischen Elementen, die die Zielperson selbst nutzt, zeigt die Raffinesse, mit der Betrüger ihre Attacken mittlerweile vorbereiten.“ Mehr technische Infos bietet dazu auch ein Blog-Beitrag.     Passende Artikel zum Thema Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

[writer59january13]

Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga...,

crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem crafted whey back when the following Gouda eye idea occurred while milking the cows.

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably

burst asunder at the most inconvenient

opportunities such as driving Miss Daisy,

taking a shower, or using the bathroom.

Accursed ambition becoming a prolific

wordsmith (case in point Stephen King)

Woolworth riding, oddly lumbering

lackadaisical shoehorning out this

being from a self made gully. The jury

yet to decree if attempting to extricate

muss elf from tangled web of decades

old setbacks via literary output successful.

Every morning, noon and night, this chap

blunders, flounders, (like a phish out of water),

yet plod his shipshape reclusive quiet-natured

person along the boulevard of broken dreams.

Oft times, huff hind aye muss elf entering The

Dead Zone (bordering a Pet Sematary). Earlier,

a previous saunter found me surmounting

The Green Mile. Attendant in regard to these

Bag Of Bones, and Desperation to acquire

telephone contact with Cell phone quickens

pace despite Insomnia. No matter unexpected

Sleeping Beauties warrant kisses, my determination,

motivation, and slight trepidation occasionally breeds

(The Dark Half), doomsday facet deftly jackknifing lust.

Occasionally, a feeble goading simply under minds

any corporeal aim to restore endeavor to experience

Joyland. IT (creative juices within) spur meeting Rose

Red and her restorative powers. Onward atheistic

soldier goes this chap. No matter tipping point (vis

a vis hungry fatigued body clamors for Needful Things.

Revival (for food and sleep) frequently appears grim.

Downcast state of body, mind and spirit reinforced

by mirage. The Dark Tower looms ahead! Adjacent

to ominous evil looking structure silhouette casted

of a Black House. The initial ambition to ward off

abysmal results summon forth creative literary juices.

Simultaneously a migraine headache pounding pitted courtesy spluttering, nauseating, and foaming LIX spittle.

They hammer horrifically, ferociously, and diabolically.

Shades of shad rock Under The Dome. Ma noggin

Aches like The Tommyknockers! Every attempt to locate

a royal crowning coeval counterpart jinxed with laborious

ill luck. Hell in a handbasket plight usually generates

nostalgia for destiny to Carrie be back to Old Virginny.

Sage advice from Christine, Delores Claiborne, or The

Colorado Kid, yours truly blithely heeded. As a result

(The Outsider within this paperback writer wannabe)

sports defeat written all over face. Concomitant figurative

futility gussies and kickstarts leaving invisible pockmarks.

Ordinary Dreamcatcher fate invariably finds aptly named

Writer Errs Block. Need to back track arises (figuratively)

along vista. The roads have no name. They command

stubborn respect. Near impossible mission manifested

To transcend mental hindrance. This more difficult than

playing Gerald's Game. Hence sigh embrace The Shining

opportunity to avoid Misery. Doctor Sleep would undoubtedly

encourage braving, challenging self confronting The Eyes

Of The Dragon. Such a risky pursuit could force facing pitbull

Cujo. No matter gamble foisted prospect fraught frightfully

being burned at the stake by a Firestarter. Voluntary action

brings small hairs to tingle. Hunchback, sans severely curved

spine straightens. This (The Stand) ding pose offered supreme

vision as promised by The Talisman. Tidbits by me alias

Mr. Mercedes carefully just in case The Girl Who Loved

Tom Gordon chanced to stumble upon this redoubt versus

her hours spent staring at a blinking cursor. Metaphorical

po' wet tick feet took me where they would into the Shining and happy place called Willoughby located within the outer

limits of the twilight zone.

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Phishing scam dupes Colorado couple out of $137K | FOX31 Denver

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Also Read: Behind the Tragedy: Insight into the Colorado Springs Shooting and Its Far-Reaching Effects

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Reposted from @phishdrygoods We have three posters for Phish's Dick's run. Here are the first two by @jdombrowski Johnny Dombrowski. Swipe for details. 18"x24" Main Edition of 1,300 with a pink Variant Edition of 600. There will be an early stand at 4PM today outside of Gate F. Limit of 1 poster per person + show ticket to buy early. You must stay in line in order to grab your poster. No space holding for others. Reminder: abusive and bullying comments will not be tolerated at Dry Goods. Humans create these and humans are reading these. #phish #phishdrygoods #screenprint #gigposter #colorado (at Dick's Sporting Goods Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch-PS2npOe_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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My commemorative ticket stubs for Phish’s 4-day run at Dick’s Sporting Goods Park in Commerce City, CO.

By the time I started working on these, my summer had ended and I was back to teaching. My free time was very limited, and the surprise of the SPAC shows threw my timeline off. In my search for inspiration, I was looking at pictures of the view of Denver from Commerce City. At this point, I was getting frustrated and in a state of artistic delirium, just thought “What if I replace the mountains with the buildings? What if I replace the clouds with buildings?” This amused me enough that I sketched up the possible scenarios and then created the paintings.

Stubs available

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Colorado ‘88 Phish photograph taken in Telluride custom framed with acid-free materials and UV glass!

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Sturgeon General - “Live the Life” Boycott Radical Records 1999 Third Wave Ska / Reggae

Although the bio from this group's Facebook page is kinda long, it really seems to capture a lot of the irreverent essence of being a small-time touring ska band in the 90s:

The decade of the 90’s was a distant time: the internet was in its infancy, “texting” was unheard of and climate change…was still a myth. Seattle grunge may have been an institution, but close on its heels SKA music was making waves. Nowhere else was this more evident than along the somewhat obscure, conservative Wasatch Front in Utah where the likes of Swim Herschel Swim, Stretch Armstrong, Insatiable and Sturgeon General were whipping crowds into a frenzy on a nightly basis. Formed in the early nineties by front-man and bari-saxophonist Craig Waddell, Sturgeon General epitomized the cozy underground followings SKA had generated around the country. In direct opposition to grunge’s baleful dirges and angst-filled bravado, SKA proffered a carefree, hyperactive outlet of brass energy underlying its reggae-on-steroids tempo. The band filtered many members through its fraternity over the years, but staples Zach Griffen, Bill Hosack, Ken Marvel, Devin Affleck, Joe Kaufman, Pablo Anderson, Nate Robinson, and Richard (Phish) McCallister were welcome anchors for a band that eventually toured for more than four years nationally while promoting two albums of original material.

Sturgeon began playing at Salt Lake City’s Bar-and-Grill (9th south), Ashbury Pub and their ever-staple gig at Burt’s Tiki Lounge. In the Sundance burrow known as Park City, Sturgeon regularly played to sellout rooms at The Alamo and Jammin’ Salmon where they attracted their manger, Ben Rosch. The energy of performances were electric and it was often difficult to determine who was more wired: the band or the ‘skankin’ crowds, as many a busted stage floor can testify to! Fan favorites Mojave, Edge of the Knife and Shut Up seldom left the dance floor empty or dry from sweat and spilled beers. One of the great advantages of watching Sturgeon play was that fans would sweat out as much as they imbibed, making the bartenders happy while accounting for an intense aerobic exercise session.

Life on the road was filled with all of the glory, frustration and insanity that many have come to associate with the rock-star life. Sturgeon General wandered far from Utah, frequenting the east coast and making a name for themselves in small college towns and metropolises alike, gaining fans wherever they went.

How crazy you ask? Band highlights from the road include streaking the campus at Mount Holyoke (a conservative women’s college), performing semi-regularly at the SKA Brewery in Durango Colorado, getting their own beer named after them by the Mt. Olympus Brewery: Sturgeon General Stout, 4th of July gig at the VFW in San Antonio, Texas with Monkey (band), and touring the east coast when 1999’s hurricane Floyd struck the region making for a crazy set of weeks! Sturgeon also recorded a radio commercial for Corona beer in the late 90’s featuring their song “Saturday” that teased with vaulting them into the national spotlight. Then there’s the time tenor player Jacob(his body still painted green from an Incredible Hulk Halloween costume, and currently lead in the E street band), nearly drove the tour van off the road in a blinding snowstorm. Kicked out of hotels, stiffed by club/bar owners, fights, music label disputes, out of money, getting lost; all in a day’s work for the indefatigable touring SKA band! Through it all, Sturgeon General endures.

Always particularly enjoy reading about bands that come from strait-laced places like Utah. It's just fun to imagine moms and dads and clergymen losing their cool because of the combined sequences of musical notes and words they just heard. Just a funny thing to imagine someone being pissed off about. There's something to the idea of a thing being cool and attractive because the people in charge find it objectionable and uncouth. Controversy rocks, and the more uptight a place is, the easier it is to rustle its jimmies. And at the end of the day, that's just plain ol' fun, right? A tale as old as time, really.

This silly song appeared on two albums in 1999: Sturgeon General's eponymously titled second and final album, and Radical Records' Boycott Radical Records various artist compilation. Not really sure why or how this particular song ended up on a Radical comp since SG never released anything through them, but it happened!

I guess the most striking and interesting thing about “Live the Life”—besides its "Dueling Banjos" open(??? 😂)—is that while "third wave ska" and "ska-punk" are terms that tend to get used interchangeably, this third wave ska song brings all the speed of a skatepunk type of jam, but without any of the actual punkiness; there's no scratchy guitars, no bratty vocals, and no fast-mashed drums. But it has fun breaks from all of that breakneck speed that see the song suddenly shifting in and out of varied bouts of chilled-out reggae grooviness.

Maybe you find Sturgeon General's choice to use this song as the title track to their second album to be a bit odd, but you gotta remember that they were primarily a touring band, and I don't think it's all that hard to imagine them tearing down every venue that they wound up playing it at. Gotta be a fun one to experience live for sure 😊.

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It's been awhile, apparently, since I've written about "Madhuvan" on here. Though, interestingly, a quick search reveals that the last time I did was actually the first of what has become a series of many, many dives into many, many Goose jams: it was the Paris "Madhuvan" from 11/3/23, which now feels like a lifetime ago.

The song continues to be one of my favorites though, despite the last-year-that's-felt-like-five-years and Goose's recent drummer change, and this version from the second night of the Fiddler's Green run back in summer tour is one of the best to come down the pike since Cotter joined on, in my opinion.

It's also been awhile since I've written about any jams in general (I blame the woods for making me hike and camp in them and Phish for making me drive to Denver to see them last weekend), but the last time I did I wrote about how awesome the first night of the Fiddler's run was in general, and how awesome the 6/7 "Jive Lee" was in particular.

Well, 6/8 is also great, with a choice setlist in the opening frame that's anchored by a huge "Drive" jam that flows into one of my favorite new Goose songs in awhile, "Give It Time." The second set opens with this huge "Madhuvan," but also features a great "Arrow" -> "Hollywood Nights" pairing. And, of course, the band sends Colorado off in style with the whole Autumn Crossing suite as the encore.

Both of these shows felt a little on the short side to me, but it's hard to complain when they are both so jam-packed with...jams.

Okay, to the "Madhuvan"!

Like a lot of recent Goose sets, this one opens with a bit of ambient noise/general squirreliness before settling down into the song proper about twenty-five seconds into the video. Immediately I notice that Trevor's bass is turned up to 2024 levels, so I'm happy.

The song part of the song (if that makes sense) is pretty standard fare here, though the band sounds locked in. I dig the lights at about 4:10.

The jam starts pretty much right at seven minutes, and at least at first does what most modern "Madhuvan" jams does: starts with an abstract, deconstructed soundscape before eventually coalescing into something more easily recognizable as rock music.

This time around, it's just a bit...weirder than usual.

The part where Pete starts playing Murder Keyboards around the eight-minute mark is great, and it's accented by some jarring, angular playing from both Rick and Trevor. Pete moves to his guitar looper around 9:00, and briefly this all sounds together like elevator music on an elevator to hell.

But, like, Beetlejuice hell, not like Christian hell.

Around 9:30, Rick starts chording a bit more regularly and Cotter and Jeff add a bit more of a beat to what's been mostly an amorphous blast of sounds so far. The drums continue to give nearly-discernable form to the otherwise chaotic sound of the next few minutes. There's a bit in there where Rick seems to almost start playing a coherent melody before Trevor and Pete tear it back apart. It's really weird and cool.

Eventually, around 11:30, an uneasy equilibrium is reached, with Pete playing absolute crashing nonsense on his guitar and Rick playing a pretty melody on his, with the rhythm section mediating between the two. This is not really a Phish-like jam, but it's got that same chaos-through-telepathy feel that I get from many of my favorite Phish jams. To my ears, Goose has rarely attempted to improvise in such an avant-garde way, though most of those attempts have happened since Cotter joined, so I'm hoping this is going to be a trend going forward. I have no interest in seeing these guys try to be "the next Phish," but I think they can make their own music their own way and achieve a comparable level of improvisational artistry.

With, like, a few more decades' practice.

Anyway, everyone eventually converges around Trevor's bass at 12:30 or so, and the jam becomes somehow anthemic and spacey at the same time. I could listen to the next few minutes of this on loop for...forever, I think?

Things take a turn for the hectic around 15:00, once again seemingly led by Trevor (at least to my ears), which in turn inspires Peter to move to a more distorted, sinister tone on keys from the warm haze he was laying down earlier.

The band has used drone shots during shows before (Red Rocks '23 comes to mind) but they've often been sort of pixelated and jerky and just sort of not-great looking, but here (15:54) I thought this was a great, up-there shot of the venue paired with the moment the music turns back toward being uplifting again.

Rick's trilling guitar and Peter's syncopated playing on keys mesh really well at about the 16:45 mark, and together start to push the jam in a slightly more propulsive direction for the first time since it started nearly ten minutes earlier.

Everybody contributes to laying down the blanket of sonic bliss that follows, but once again Trevor is the standout to my ears. His tone here is immaculate.

Unfortunately, our traipse through the poppy fields comes to an abrupt end at 18:18, when Rick steers the band into a new minor-key space. Pete responds with a move to the Vintage Vibe, and the rhythm section keeps the momentum going with zero hesitation. This bit feels a little more like "typical" Goose jamming to me, but Cotter and Jeff's interlocking playing elevates it to something beyond a run-of-the-mill dark jam.

Okay, the bit at 21:50, with Peter banging out distorted chords and Trevor dropping bass bombs as the drone pans around the venue from above is pretty badass.

At 23:15, Cotter executes a well-placed shift to a more rock-and-roll beat, and though this doesn't lead to a major change in the jam at first, everyone slowly but surely starts to move away from the funereal dirge of the last few minutes into something faster-paced. Around 24:20, this transition feels complete as Rick's rhythm playing and Peter's absolutely haunted keyboards lead into something that can only be described as a Ghost Knight Rider Jam.

Even the smoke machines get in on the groove here, which is stupid, but maybe you're more capable of enjoying life than I am.

If you can tune out the constant hissing of the smoke machines, this section is pretty freaking rad.

It seems like Rick initiates a key change around 27:30, but maybe also screws it up? Regardless, the band keeps raging along. The lights here are killer.

I have to say here that I kinda love that teasing "River Lullaby" has sort of become Rick's version of Trey's teasing "Streets of Cairo" or "San-Ho-Zay." There's even a long tease of it on Ted Tapes 2024, which I just learned this weekend even though everyone else probably knew it already!

Anyway, here the tease is at 28:30. Peter unleashes the Hell Siren shortly thereafter.

At 29:40, Rick introduces some skittish chording into the jam and everyone else piles on, building tension until an excellent transition back into the key of "Madhuvan" at 30:25.

Not content to coast to the finish in this already absolutely ridiculous version of the song, Rick throws down some 80s-style shredding for a bit, and then finally at 31:55 they drop into the end of the song off of an enormous peak and Trevor goes absolutely nuts. How these guys have this much energy after already laying down a thirty minute jam is beyond me, but holy hell.

And that's just the beginning of the second set!

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the NHL but it’s an ice cream parlor

special thanks to @burkymakar and @capsfightclub for flavor suggestions (and encouragement)

ATLANTIC:

Boston Bruins - boston creme pie bc absolutely iconic

Buffalo Sabres - buffalo wing sauce (i’m so sorry)

Detroit Red Wings - squid ink. black like the heart of every detroit fan

Florida Panthers - pistachio bc quote “florida is where the old people live and old people love pistachios”

Montreal Canadiens - poutine (it could be good? idk)

Ottawa Senators - ice. no cream. worst attendance in the league.

Tampa Bay Lightning - lemon? zing!

Toronto Maple Leafs - maple syrup. duhh

METROPOLITAN:

Carolina Hurricanes - sorbet bc they’re bougie

Columbus Blue Jackets - they already have one that’s why i’m doing this

New Jersey Devils - devil’s food cake

New York Islanders - new york cheesecake

New York Rangers - apple pie

Philadelphia Flyers - cheese whiz (no i’m not sorry)

Washington Capitals - either red velvet (Rock the Red) or pop rocks (Unleash the Fury)

Pittsburgh Penguins - toothpaste and oj (not sorry here either)

CENTRAL:

Chicago Blackhawks - vanilla. bc white people.

Colorado Avalanche - blue raspberry/some kind of fresh berry

Dallas Stars - s’mores

Nashville Predators - peanut butter cookie

St. Louis Blues - two-ball screwball, these weird ice cream cone things from the ice cream truck that are super artificial and had a fucking hard ass gumball at the bottom with a flavor that only lasted 10 seconds

Winnipeg Jets - oatmeal raisin bc they’re deceptively disappointing

Minnesota Wild -  party animal crackers

PACIFIC:

Anaheim Ducks - popcorn/kettle corn 

Arizona Coyotes - prickly pear

Calgary Flames - cinnamon

Edmonton Oilers - rocky mountain oysters (be careful googling this one)

Los Aneles Kings - rocky road

San Jose Sharks - phish food

Seattle Kraken - mint chocolate chip bc they’re fresh and fun and it’s only a matter of time before everyone hates them bc of the expansion draft

Vancouver Canucks - whale blubber / akutaq (shoutout to the Alaska and Pacific Natives)

Vegas Golden Knights - a really intense chocolate (you know. sin city.)