Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Humans are irreducibly complex. For example, take out the brain and they become champions of ID..." -- visgoth, 2005-09-26 (responding to news that the vertebrate eye is less of a leap from non-image-forming invertebrate light-sensing organs than previously thought)

The refresh rate of the computer monitor in the bedroom is B-half-flat.

(Not getting much done. Focus is on not feeling crashy come gig time (assuming organizers don't freak re: snow). Noodling and resting. Noticing shadows on the fingerboard.)

I just got an email message in my spam-box. The alleged sender and subject lines caught my eye ... rather jarringly. It claims to be from a friend of mine who died a year ago (just a few days more than a year ago, in fact).

Ouch. And the irony: it appears to be a worm that appended malware (a file with a MIME type of "audio/x-midi" but an extension of ".scr", containing a string indicating that it "cannot execute in DOS mode" -- sounds like a Trojan to me) to an old, saved copy of an authentic message on the infected machine ... announcing that a performance is being cancelled "due to circumstances beyond her control" (what an understatement) and "will be rescheduled" (somehow I don't think so).

Worse, I had opened the message thinking perhaps it was some sort of tribute concert that I hadn't heard about, carrying on her punk-lute work. No, no, just a [expletive]ing virus, pretending to reanimate the dead.

Ouch. Just ... ouch.

Not fair. Just not fair. (Yah, automated malware, random number generator, no intelligence or concept of fairness, etc. Still not fair. One more reason to be disgusted with viri/worms/et al.)

Only remedy, I suppose, it to reconceptualize this event as some sort of omen, and hope it's a good one -- that she's planning to bless tonight's gig from the beyond or something.