I Wrote the Password for International Security Documents on a Piece of Paper

The public discussion of  Snowden's leak has been as naive as Greenwald's handling of his digital files. It's criminal.

The paper media companies are so far behind the digital curve, still. Will they ever catch up? Putting digital files on a password protected hard drive or usb drive is not the equivalent of putting paper files into a safe with an alarm.

Do *any* of the major media companies have digital security protocols in place for their journalists? For their organization? If not, then they can't protect their sources and they're putting them at extreme risk. If you're reading this and you're considering becoming a source, I'd think twice about your choice of journalist and media company.

Judging from Greenwald's and the Guardian's data security behavior, they not only can't protect their sources, they also can't be certain that they haven't transmitted a digital payload, in addition to documents, to unintended recipients...anywhere in the world. 

The media doesn't seem to see this potential, but governments (such as the one that recently trashed some unsecured hard drives) and criminal groups surely do.

So, let's add some nuance and consider another angle. (If you think my imagination is too wild, just pretend it's a screenplay.) 

A hostile nation or crime group easily liberates top secret information from a secure facility by using an upper level mole to cultivate a whistleblower and provide him/her access to info and digital payloads. The discontented whistleblower walks out the door with more than just documents on a company laptop. The mole is untraceable. A counterintelligence tool enters public knowledge, internationally. Methods are revealed. Using algorithms and potent hashtags gleaned from past social media viral events, a team simultaneously and strategically posts the seeds that grow into an unnuanced public frenzy over privacy and hostility to government surveillance, of any kind. The whistleblower is subsequently offered protection by two countries professing concern about human rights, one of which has longstanding government connections to organized crime at the highest levels, the other host to one of the most powerful crime groups in the world. The digital files sit in the possession of a journalist with no clue about data security, and on the unsecured, crackable hard drives of a major media company. Having engineered the transfer of documents from a secure facility to multiple unsecured locations, the files are easily accessed by...

My Zinnia Button Becomes a Chanel Camellia

Ceramic Button: Zinnia in Stoneware

A few months ago, at my Etsy shop, I was contacted by a seamstress. She had purchased a unique item, my single-hole Zinnia button, in black basaltic stoneware. She shared with me that she planned to make a Chanel inspired brooch and add it to a wool suit ensemble. The wool fabric she'd chosen was being handwoven by another artist.

I was very intrigued.






After she'd received the button, I received a link to a picture of the button, along with the handwoven fabric. She also informed me that her plan was to enter the finished suit in this year's Make It With Wool competition. I had imagined the button as jewelry or as a button on a suit, but it had never occurred to me it might become something more.
















The suit is now well under way and this last week, I received a link to the picture of the completed brooch. I think my mouth fell open; it is just gorgeous. I've included two pictures here so you can see it on the suit (at left) but also get a close up view of her work (at right).

For those of you working in metal and paper, you might want to click on the first photo and then see the link she provides to the tutorial used as inspiration and guidance--her plan was very well thought out.


Design, details, construction...this is just superb work. I am in awe.

Permission to Engage?

In my early twenties, I stayed up late one evening with a coworker who was also a close friend, at his parents', after a day of fishing. We both worked at a residential program, primarily with heroin addicts, and it had been a long week. He was a vet and had previously told me of events during his two terms in Viet Nam--how he had lied and enlisted underage and then reenlisted after his first tour was over, because he was unable to deal with his return to civilian life. He shared how, in Viet Nam, he would sneak away and go to a local brothel, not for the girls, but because the woman in charge reminded him of his mother and treated him like a son. He still knew the words and phrases she had taught him and he had me learn them, too. He had no medals. He told me he had often won commendation, but would just as quickly turn around and do things that would earn him demotion. I was hardworking, and so was he, so I was puzzled that he would have regularly forfeited his "prizes." I had not yet connected prizes and "accomplishments" in a war zone.

Perhaps because it had been a very long day, or perhaps because all of the prior stories had set the stage, that night he began to share his experiences as a helicopter door gunner. I was young and I was naive and, before I knew it, his eyes were wide and his breathing quick and there was the feeling that we were in the door of the helicopter, side by side. The women gathered below, like his mother away from home, and their children, were numerous and close--he could see each one's face, looking up at him--as he did the job that was expected of him, drilled into him, as an American helicopter door gunner, in Viet Nam. He could barely articulate what he had just done and he was incoherent about what he was seeing, but the movement of his eyes, his posture and his imaginary weapon told the story, as did the shock and bewilderment in his eyes.

Later, he gave me his camos. I still have his jacket. Even years later, after we lost contact but happened to run into each other in another city on a couple of occasions, he refused to take it back, insisting I was the best person for it. I am just a little bit taller than petite, but it is too small for me, maybe a boy's size 16, not much larger. After a dozen moves and a million things lost, I still have it.

I hear my friend, again, as I listen to this soldier narrate this video we were never meant to see--he was there that day in Iraq, in the aftermath. We haven't learned much, because we don't admit where we've been or what we've done. We offshore the pain and suffering of our wars and try "not to look." It's not healthy. We owe it to them to sit alongside, and look.

Witness: Permisson to Engage

Al Jazeera Witness  23 Aug 2012 10:56

Ceramic Buttons: Color & Texture in Porcelain

Ceramic Buttons: Porcelain
Originally uploaded by la_v_i_k_a
These choices, made by one of the women who collects my buttons, made a fabulous set! The textures and depth of the colors in my two most recent kiln-loads have been a visual banquet.

Already in their new home.

See more? vika.etsy.com

Ceramic Button: Dragonfly

Ceramic Button: Porcelain, mixed media
Originally uploaded by la_v_i_k_a

Translucent porcelain, mixed media.

I thought it would be around longer, but it was barely listed before someone claimed it!

A design I created for other work, then turned into a stamp for ceramic. Metallic gold to copper with subtle, iridescent blue to violet wings.

Ceramic Buttons: Tenmoku Glaze

Ceramic Buttons: Tenmoku Glaze
Originally uploaded by la_v_i_k_a

So, last night's firing ran late. It included quite a bit of anticipation, after the last load, which had some unanticipated results.

I have not yet opened the lower shelves to see how the reds performed (they and the pinks had a cool tinge last time, very unattractive!).

However, I'm very pleased with the tenmoku items you see here, especially this one:

Holiday Gifts (kinda)

As a mom and an artist, I'm pulled in so many different directions, I don't always get a long stretch of time to muddle or to spruce up webpages...or studio space...or bookshelves... (you get it). As a result, holidays--especially the ones where The Teenager gets on a train and goes to visit her sister 150 miles away--are invariably days of intense work for me. I stay up too late, eat too irregularly, but I get a lot done.

In 2005, I threw up a quick tutorial on how to make sterling earwires, using a pair of pliers and an ink pen. It turns out that page alone probably gets more visitors than any other, on any of my websites. I've been meaning to clean it up for a long time...it was done "down and dirty," with a view toward usefulness, definitely not beauty!

I cleaned it up a bit, today, and thought I'd share it...with the price of sterling these days, you really should DIY

Earwire Tutorial