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Thursday, November 21, 2002
The yam solution 
| | I yam what I yam, Popeye says. Making that clear, and respecting that same self-determined power in each individual, is what digital identity is all about. |
| | And Jon Udell nails a critical requirement of it: each of us has to assert our inner Popeye: |
| | For a very long time, I've thought that digital identity is the solution to spam. That's one of the reasons I attach S/MIME signatures to my email messages. As a standard practice, this could divide the world into two camps: those serious enough about email communication to acquire and use digital certificates issued by (and revocable by) some well-known third party, and everybody else. Client-side filters would begin by splitting inbound mail into two piles. If you wanted to land in the first pile, you'd assert your identity. |
| | Soon as I get my email working again, that's what I'm doing. And so should the rest of us. |
| | How about making it a goal for all bloggers to traffic in certified mail? Seems like a good place to start. |
First things second
| | Woke up a few minutes ago and looked out on a landscape so intensely pink and shadowless that I knew it could only have been illuminated by a vast sunrise of glowing clouds. |
| | When I walked out on the front porch, I was met by a sky filled with the colors of fire, yet so vastly serene its ironies dispelled all the noise in my mind. |
| | To behold the daybreak!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows.
The air tastes good to my palate.
Hefts of the moving world silently rising, freshly exuding,
Scooting obliquely high and low.
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs.
Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
The earth by the sky staid
with the daily close of their junction.
The heaved challenge from the east that moment
over my head,
The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!
Dazzling and tremendous how quick
the sunrise would kill me
If I could not now and always send sunrise out of my self.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun.
We found our own way my soul in
the calm and cool of the daybreak.urn on innocent bearings,
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| | So I thought I'd share that, along with a picture of the scene that represents the original with near-absolute insufficiency. |
| | Now I'll go make some coffee. |
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