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Fellow Bloggers, Notice of Troublesome Site…

I was reviewing the visitors to my blog this evening, and attempting to visit new bloggers. I clicked on one site which indicated a “like” of one of my posts. What happened next was unnerving to say the least. I received a screen message producing an unresponsive script.

The Screen Message:   ***Security Error Code 0x80070424

The screen message stated that there was a virus which had attacked my computer and I should contact Microsoft immediately, warning me not to turn off my computer because I would lose all my data. I was directed to a telephone number to call to receive instructions on how to correct this attack. This is a sham designed only to either cause more intrusion or extract money from the people it scares…

The website associated with this screen message was preceded by the usual http prefix:

chksyslihneeroorserachinefjoiwr…. plus a long string of numbers full of sixes… on and on and on and on…

I suspect this was the origin of the unresponsive script…

Anyway, all this was triggered when I attempted to visit the following “liker” whose website was also preceded by the usual “www” prefix and followed by the usual “.com” suffix:

Name: kosmogonic

The reason I am not typing the site addresses in the usual fashion is that when I do, these suspicious sites show up as links in my post. I do not wish to cause any more problems…

After examining WordPress’ reporting policy, they only support reporting blog sites which contain the wordpress.com name in their identity. However, it was suggested that bloggers could post something to let other bloggers know of an offending or intrusive party.

Whether or not my “kosmo” friend meant to upset things, I do not know. What I do know is that I receive notifications in my e-mail of those who like or comment on my posts. When I backtracked to examine this intrusion more closely, I found that “kosmo” did not appear in the list in my e-mail inbox…

So…
“kosmo,” if you are out there, please be notified that your connection is causing trouble…

Something to sing and dance about…

Earlier this month I promised to share something to sing…dance…praise God…rejoice about…for such a time as this…

With the Feast of Esther-Purim and Holy Week colliding, there is so much to fill my meditations…So much of God’s incomprehensible sovereignty to thrill and fill my soul…Today, all the years of remembering the message of the magnitude of the God of Israel in the Book of Esther have come together…

For Such a Time as This…

Odd Walking Thoughts – Two Wrongs

I was browsing and reading fellow WordPress writers and their posts this afternoon. I came across this piece by a WordPress writer with whom I am newly acquainted. It stuck to my heart like an arrow. The reason for that is for another blog of my own. I wish to direct your attention to his offering. It is short and painfully to the point.

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The street was covered with them.  One man was upset and ignored his wife. All men are the same. Have you ever wondered how that makes a young boy feel? Especially if heard when spoken with anger or hatred? Imagine those words even slightly pointed at the boy. Or, do you not care, just like all women.

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The Rains Had Finally Come: Sven Birkerts on Writing

This post by Cheri Lucas Rowlands is marvelous, and a true encouragement at a time when my own attention is divided and all I have are thoughts which I cannot articulate. This is a “keeper.” The link to Sven Birkerts’ piece, “The unearned gift,” at Aeon changed the way I’m looking at this frantic feeling of not being able to compose and communicate right now. Thank you, God, for these two writers and the unearned blessing they have been to me in this season of multitudes of unutterable thoughts.

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For the writers out there who’ve struggled with writer’s block, or whose wells are currently dry, I invite you to read Sven Birkerts’ Aeon essay on how it feels when the tide comes back in. He captures this moment, while sitting on a bench by a lake in Central Park in New York City:

All of a sudden, I found myself wanting to write sentences again and, when I did, it felt to me like the rains had finally come, stirring up life in the dry land. I don’t know if I even shifted in my place, but whatever it was has since brought something back that had gone missing. The time hasn’t been that long, really, but by what clock? What decides long? The clock of days or the clock of the inside life? How long can a person feel unconnected and not feel that it’s too long? Writing…

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