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Thursday, April 30, 2015

Is your iPhone watching You?

So dig this, o Interwebs: I just learned from an article I am editing that mobile devices often track where you are without your knowledge or consent. "For iPhone users interested in seeing how powerful such sources of evidence can be, go to Settings / Privacy / Location Services, then 'Frequent Locations' to see a map of your most frequent locations. Many users are often unaware that such data is, by default, being automatically collected." Holy Big Brother Apple, Batman!

Thursday, April 23, 2015

The Squeal of Tires, the Sizzle of Hot Writing (Review of Riding in Cars with Girls, by Evangeline Jennings)

Hey "noir" tough guys, watch out. The girls in Evangeline Jennings' Riding in Cars with Girls want to play, and they have been schooled in hard knocks of the kind most guys don't even know enough to have nightmares about. They're hot, sure, but they're not interested in you (and given the swinish males they have experience of, who dast blame them?) Look at them crosswise, or get in their way, and you're likely to get a bullet in the gut rather than a fist to the jaw.
The writing pops and sizzles. Graphic sex and violence done with high literary flair and panache. Highly recommended.
This review is cross-posted on Amazon and Goodreads.
Three Phoboses (out of three).

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Passover Bellyachin'

I am eating peanut butter on my matzah, which according to Jackie makes me a "bad Boo" because peanuts are kitniyot, which according to the fanatical and illogical custom of our Ashkenazi Jewish ancestors may not be eaten on Passover. I have declared myself Sephardi Jewish for this holiday, based on my grandmother's folk etymology of her father's original family name of Rapoport as being derived from rofeh, Hebrew for doctor, and puerto, Spanish for port--being "doctors of the port" we must have come from Valencia or somewhere.
If I am wrong, of course, my punishment shall be as one who forgets Jerusalem: "If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, may my tongue cleave to the roof of mouth" (Psalms 137:5).