• rambling 13.11.2009 No Comments

    A Mac… with a virus? That’s unheard of! Who would believe it? Certainly not a mac geek. Nor even a reasonable PC geek. So as an iPhone geek, I was surprised to hear the media reporting an iPhone virus.

    If I have to explain to you what an iPhone has to do with a Mac, go away!

    Ashley Towns, a geek from Wolongong, Australia has created what the media are hailing as the first iPhone virus.

    Those iPhone geeks who took the time to jailbreak their iPhone in an attempt to gain some of the expected functionality that Apple has been rationing out may be at more risk than a cheap slut.

    As most of the tutorials explain, you must change your password for OpenSSH to protect yourself. Many of you haven’t.

    Ashley Towns has found you.

    You have been Rickrolled.

    Change your passwords now!

    Despite what the popular media believes, this isn’t the first iPhone virus of it’s sort. The process of jailbreaking is itself a form of virus, intended to reduce the security Apple worked so hard to build into the iPhone. I doubt this will be the last iPhone virus.

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    In an old Tom Cruise movie, his incarcerated brother conveys with disparity how he misses the sky. The worst part of prison is not seeing the sky.

    At the time this was a fairly meaningless sentiment to me. Prisons these days purportedly have varying degrees of yard time or work during which prisoners surely see the sky. Oh, and I’m not in prison!

    Am I free though?

    I look out the window today, and I see neighbours’ houses. Trees. Pavement. I ventured outside in search of vastness but was still imprisoned but a solid grey blanket. I scanned the horizon through a full 360° turn but the blanket was unrelenting.

    Suddenly depressed by the realisation that I couldn’t gaze at the heavens, I searched my mind for the last time I’d truely experienced the sky.

    All I find are shreds and glimpses. Some blue through this window. A cloud through that window. A thin beam of morning Sol between the curtains. Stars are a faded memory.