My iPhone 6s’ battery has been losing efficacy over time, and its processor has been performance-throttled for the past two months. So, I’m sending it to Apple for a battery replacement. I opted for the mail-in procedure because I’m lazy.
I’ll be without my phone for “five to nine business days,” which sounds like two weeks to me. I haven’t been without a mobile phone since 1995! (My first phone was an analog Motorola microTAC.)
CMB just hired a fourth Seattleite. And we’re scheduled to double our office space in May, still at the Westlake WeWork office.
I’ve started thinking about mine. I’ve ignored it for decades.
When I’m gone, nothing will remain. I haven’t done anything worthwhile with my life. Two hundred years from now my name may be found in digitized census records. But nobody will look for it.
Nothing is forever.
We’re in! We’ll outfit the office the rest of this week. (Get a rug, some plants, fiddle with the desk arrangement, etc.)
It’s fun to be back in the same WeWork I was in when I worked for CBRE. Our office is an interior office for now, so we won’t have to contend with roasting in the afternoon sun. Molly still works here, which is nice.
And a third person started working for CMB/Seattle. These are exciting times!
When SMS confirmation codes first went mainstream, they were four digits long.
Then, five digits long.
Today I had to enter a seven-digit SMS code to confirm my login with UnitedHealthcare.
This security technique is hitting a useability wall. Going beyond eight digits will make people not use it for two-factor authentication.
