This blog just turned 25 today. I’m at loss for words.
Random cat pic because… well, the internet is still made of cats, right?
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This blog just turned 25 today. I’m at loss for words.
Random cat pic because… well, the internet is still made of cats, right?
Il y a des années de ça, après un atelier d’écriture de 30 jours sur le thème du deuil, j’ai commencé à écrire des choses que je ne partage pas ici. Parfois beaucoup, parfois peu, souvent poétique. Des fois je m’épate, mais je sais bien que mon regard est celui du créateur émerveillé par sa créature, alors je me retiens prudemment. D’autant plus que quand j’écris, voilà, ça sort, je relis à peine, je retravaille encore moins. Une fois dehors ça m’intéresse beaucoup moins.
Alors ça vaut ce que ça vaut, probablement, mais parfois, secrètement au fond de moi, je me prends à rêver qu’il y a peut-être là-dedans des petites perles géniales. Vous savez, ce genre de rêve qui n’a pas le courage de se confronter à la réalité, ni vraiment de s’assumer, et qu’on classe au rayon des illusions un peu naïves, sans y croire tout à fait (à notre classement).
Parfois je partage quelque chose sur facebook, mais souvent pas. Je suis souvent étonnée des réactions, prudemment, mais ça me fait plaisir quand quelqu’un aime, bien sûr. Et ça vient nourrir le petit rêve que j’ai rangé sur l’étagère avec toutes les autres illusions.
Ces jours je me suis reprise à mettre en mots quelques couleurs de vie. Je suis allée relire des choses du passé, et comme souvent, je n’ai aucun souvenir d’avoir écrit ça, ou alors à peine, et surtout, j’ai l’impression de lire les mots d’une autre. (N’y voyez rien de mystique là-dedans, je vis dans un monde bien matérialiste. La complexité du fonctionnement de notre cerveau est suffisamment merveilleuse pour ne pas avoir besoin de plus.)
Je suis remontée un bout. Il y a plus de 70 pages dans ce document.
Clair, quand on écrit des choses en colonne, ça prend plus de place. Mais quand même.
Alors que je reprends pour la nième fois une relation un peu plus suivie avec mon blog, j’ai envie de mettre ici certaines de ces choses que j’ai écrites et écrirai. Pas forcément celles que je trouverais les meilleurs (sérieusement, j’en sais rien), juste celles qui me feront envie. Parce que voilà, c’est moi aussi, et si j’écris, c’est d’abord pour moi, parce que c’est bon pour moi de le faire, mais ce n’est pas que pour moi, c’est aussi pour rencontrer l’autre, participer de cette façon aux liens entre les êtres, ne pas vivre comme des îles. Contribuer à ma manière à cette aventure collective qu’est tenter de comprendre ce que c’est d’être en vie, d’être humain, d’exister, d’être dans le monde.
Et là, le truc qui me bloque: la plupart de ces petits écrits n’ont pas de titres. Et dans un blog, y’a des titres. Et franchement, j’ai pas toujours envie de rajouter un titre. Je numérote? Je mets la date? “Poème du 23 mai 2021”?
A quoi ça tient.
[fr] N'utilisez pas le code par SMS comme solution pour la double authentification, utilisez une application genre "Google Authenticator" sur votre téléphone à la place. Pourquoi? A cause du SIM-swapping.
People nowadays rely heavily on their online presence: in today’s world, your e-mail, facebook, tiktok or instagram account has become part of your identity. So, you’ll want good passwords for your accounts, and an extra layer of security provided by two-factor authentication (2FA). But don’t use SMS for that!
You definitely want to use two-factor authentication (2FA) on at least all your important online accounts (e-mail, facebook, website, etc). This means in addition to using a strong password (do use a password manager) you also have to indicate you are in physical possession of your phone (usually) or some other device (newer: security keys).
SMS is the basic (but outdated) way of doing 2FA. You get a code through SMS when you try to sign in from another device.
However, as this episode of the Perfect Scam podcast on the multi-million SIM swapping business demonstrates, there is no way to safeguard oneself against SIM-swapping (though I do suspect it is less likely to happen in Switzerland than in the USA).
Do listen to this podcast, and to other episodes of “A Perfect Scam“. It’s really a great way to become familiar with the kinds of bad actors a normal person can encounter today, and how they operate.
A couple of extra tips:
Stay informed and stay safe!
Ne copiez-collez pas des messages sur Facebook, de grâce.
Vu qu’il est maintenant possible de payer un abonnement pour ne plus avoir de pubs sur Facebook, la désinformation à copier-coller fleurit de plus belle sur le réseau. Ça n’aide pas que Facebook a présenté tout récemment un petit écran au démarrage pour nous demander de choisir si on voulait payer ou pas, et donc d’affirmer explicitement (pour être supposément raccord avec la législation européenne), qu’on est d’accord “d’être le produit” et de laisser Facebook exploiter joyeusement nos données pour son plus grand profit. Chose que Facebook ne s’est pas privé de faire toutes ces dernières années, alors qu’on gardait la tête dans le sable, qu’on regardait ailleurs, ou qu’on serrait les dents.
En somme, rien ne change par rapport à la semaine dernière si on continue à utiliser la version gratuite. Mais bon, voilà, on est envahis par ce genre de mauvaise herbe. Je vais vous expliquer pourquoi c’est un problème.



Ces messages véhiculent des idées très naïves et fausses sur comment fonctionne la protection des données et de la vie privée. Vous croyez vraiment que copier-coller un message sur un mur peut avoir une valeur légale? Surtout quand celui-ci comporte des référence factuellement fausses, comme c’est souvent le cas? Et… sérieux, les fautes d’orthographe, ça vous parait sérieux?
D’aucuns répondront: “on sait jamais, ça peut pas faire de mal”. Je ne suis pas d’accord. On se plaint des ravages du complotisme, du fait que les gens ont des croyances qui sont complètement déconnectées du réel, et bien nous y voici. En propageant ce genre de message, on infecte notre entourage avec un “virus des idées” qui essaie de faire croire aux gens des choses qui ne sont pas vraies. Tout le monde n’a pas un système immunitaire cognitif efficace.
Ça me navre vraiment de voir autant de personnes de mon entourage, certaines, j’avoue, dont j’attendrais qu’elles sachent mieux, jouer les petits soldats de la désinformation et de l’intox.
Clearly, my Twitter usage has seriously dwindled over the years. I joined early – December 2006. A few internet lifetimes ago. Facebook has clearly taken over my online presence, and if I’m making an overt effort to be present elsewhere, it’s here, on this blog. TikTok makes me feel old, and miss the good ol’ days we had with Seesmic.
So I’m not “leaving” Twitter. I honestly rarely saw the point of ever “leaving” anything. I tend to fade away. But I’ve had a mastodon account, on octodon.social, since April 17th 2017, my mailbox tells me. It was the first time in a long time that a new platform started showing up on my radar and it felt worth trying it out. I even wrote about it in my newsletter (looks like this is a post I forgot to import here… note for later). But I didn’t use it much. I’d drop in every now and again to see how things were, like I was doing with Twitter these last years.
Given so many people are joining Mastodon now, I looked for an easier way to find the people I’m following on Twitter there: fedfinder really helped (tip: add your Mastodon handle somewhere in your username or description so that scrapers such as this one can find it) and allowed me to follow a good hundred people or so I knew on Mastodon, in a few clicks and a few minutes of patience. So, now my Mastodon news feed feels a bit more like a familiar place. It still has the feel of the social media platforms of old, in the early days, but I’m not sure it will last.
What is happening with Twitter is making me think of other social situations where the good people leave because bad things are happening, and the only ones left in the room at the end are the bullies or the extremists. That’s one of the reasons I’m not leaving. I’m not fighting for the platform either, but I don’t want to remove myself and contribute to creating the void into which ugliness can freely pour.
I feel sad about what’s happening. The sadness of the favorite park or field of your childhood being bulldozed to build apartment blocks. The sadness of a restaurant you used to hang out with changing owners and becoming unrecognisable. The sadness of the world changing, whether it’s leaving you behind, or you leaving it behind.
I honestly don’t think Twitter will survive this, at least not in a form that will be recognisable as the Twitter we knew and loved. But it’s not time for me to pull the plug on it yet.

Je réalise régulièrement que cette façon de procéder ne va pas forcément de soi. C’est vrai qu’on a tendance à penser chronologiquement, ou bien commencer par le début, et donc se dire qu’on va faire les choses dans l’ordre.
Mais la réalité c’est que le mail d’il y a trois semaines a bien des chances d’être caduque, surtout s’il était un peu urgent. Les urgences d’il y a trois semaines ne sont plus des urgences, par contre les urgences d’aujourd’hui le sont encore. Il vaut donc mieux commencer par elles.
Ce mail d’il y a trois semaines a peut-être aussi été suivi par un mail il y a une semaine qui dit “laisse tomber, j’ai trouvé une solution”. Ne vaut-il donc pas la peine de voir ce mail-là en premier?
A plus forte raison si vous êtes en copie d’une “discussion mail” à plusieurs, il vaut mieux voir l’état de la discussion aujourd’hui (qui est peut-être close) plutôt que de répondre d’abord au premier mail, puis au deuxième, etc. – pour ensuite découvrir que nos réponses sont inutiles parce que la situation a évolué entre-temps.
Il arrive aussi que l’on ait tellement de mails qu’on n’arrive pas à tout rattraper. Dans la plupart des cas de figure, ce n’est pas un désastre, pour autant que l’on traite d’abord les mails récents! Si un mail envoyé reste sans réponse et était important, la personne va se manifester à nouveau et donc se retrouver en haut de votre boîte de réception, et son mail sera traité.
Il vaut aussi la peine, avant de passer beaucoup de temps sur une ancienne demande, de vérifier avec l’expéditeur si celle-ci est toujours d’actualité.
Bonne reprise!
[fr] Aujourd'hui mon blog fête ses 22 ans. Je venais de rentrer de mon année en Inde. Si l'âge d'or des blogs est derrière nous, je continue, dans mon petit coin du web, à tenter de garder vivant l'esprit de partage qui caractérise les blogueurs d'antan.
A few “Powered by Blogger” badges on the sites I was looking at tipped me over the edge. I headed over to blogger.com, signed up to figure out what it was, and added this “weblog” thing to my young website.
This blog has now been in activity for 22 years, and counting. It’s not the oldest weblog around (or even the oldest French-language weblog) but it’s clearly one of the survivors of that era.
I feels crazy to think I’ve been doing this for so long. There have been a few breaks. Twitter and Facebook have changed what I write and don’t write here. But I’ve always – and probably always will be – a blogger at heart.
What is it about?
Sharing. Hoping that others can get something out of what I’ve seen. Thinking out loud – for me, and for those who might read. Leaving a trace of what has been. Trying to have an influence on the world around me.
I feel sad that the golden years of blogging are behind us, that The Good Decade (h/t Shelley and Jeneane) is gone and will never come back, that this incredible epoch has slipped through our fingers for good. But I can keep on upholding the spirit of those times in my little corner of the web, for as long as I have words to give.

Here is what I use Google Tasks for:
The second use-case isn’t much of a problem. When I get around to preparing my schedule for the day, the task in my calendar helps remind me that I need to plan time for that task on that day.
The first one is trickier: regularly, I will not get around to doing the task on that day (another story, but for the sake of this post, let’s just take this as a fact of life). This is where the handy “new” (I actually don’t know how new it is) feature that Google Tasks provides comes in really handy: if you let tasks slide, today’s task listing also provides one-click access to “pending tasks”.
Pending tasks are those from previous days that haven’t been done. From that list, you can easily mark them as done or edit them.
One of the reasons I had stopped using Google Tasks in the past was precisely because of what happen – rather, didn’t happen – when I let tasks slide. They would simply disappear from my awareness and get forgotten until they came back to bite me. The “pending tasks” feature prevents this, and it’s a godsend.
Of course I know this exists. But it hasn’t “worked” that well in Switzerland for all that long, and I think I’d never ordered food with an app. I felt like a fumbling doofus not knowing where to find the fries in the menu.
This got me thinking (and we had a chat around this topic with a bunch of my – quite – younger colleagues, and one my age).
The idea that you can easily and cheaply get food delivered is very new to me. This is not something we could do when I was young. I think I only really started ordering food during lockdown (when Quintus died, actually), and I only did it a handful of times. Maybe once before. But I call, speak to a human being, place my order. I don’t really feel confident doing it through a website.
Weird, huh?
We were also musing on why so many people seem to want paper versions of certain documents when a digital version can be sent instantly by e-mail (and printed, if need be). Some people just aren’t comfortable having important things on their phones. I recalled how long it took me (me!) to be comfortable travelling with only a “phone” version of my airline ticket. In all honesty, depending on where I’m going, I still am not really.
So, here’s a little list of stuff I do and don’t do with technology.
When I was talking with my colleagues, I realised that the first phone I had which could usefully connect to the internet (through GPRS) was around 2007 or so (it wasn’t an iphone). I could check my mails and even Twitter. Load slow web pages that weren’t mobile-friendly. I was 33 in 2007. So until that age, I lived and functioned without a constant connection to the internet. And I’m realising, now, as years turn into decades, that I’m starting to see my age in my level of comfort with certain technology usages.
1. Anything that is in the world when you’re born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works.
2. Anything that’s invented between when you’re fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it.
3. Anything invented after you’re thirty-five is against the natural order of things.
What about you?
Clubhouse reminds me of Seesmic, a space in which one could disappear for days on end. It reminds me of the excitment of the early days of blogging and social platforms like Twitter and even Facebook. It reminds me of the of videoblogging and audioblogging, later to become podcasting. It reminds me of Netmeeting and chat networks, way back before I left for India.
If you haven’t heard of Clubhouse, or don’t know what it is exactly, here is what you need to know. It’s a live audio social network. Audio only. It’s like Facebook live without the video. It’s like live podcasts, or little private radio stations. Like audio-only zoom, with an audience.
When I say audio-only, it really is audio only. There is no way to communicate with other users. You can start a room and invite people and start talking. And that’s it. Oh ! I nearly forgot. You can set a topic for your room. That’s the only non-audio content you’re allowed on Clubhouse. Apart from your profile bio, of course.
Now, hearing just this, one would be justified in thinking a Clubhouse room would be one big mess of people talking over each other and background noises. But no. Each room has a « stage » : these are the people who can talk. The rest of the room is the « audience ». People in the audience can raise their hand to ask to be invited on stage. The room moderator can invite people on stage, put people back in the audience, mute microphones if necessary.
Most rooms I see in my feed are huge, with hundreds or even thousands of people in the audience. But I see a potential for smaller, niche, « amongst friends » discussions. Many years ago, Suw and I had a short-lived podcast called Fresh Lime Soda. We would catch each other on Skype, talk about interesting stuff, and post it. Clubhouse would be great for this kind of things. Set a time, invite one or two friends and talk about stuff.
You could also organise a « virtual conference » there. Of course, you can already do that on zoom or meet or wherever, but maybe Clubhouse would make such an event more discoverable. There is no friction to joining a room, raising your hand, inviting somebody on stage.
If Clubhouse was mainstream, I’d hold a weekly Q&A for my diabetic cat group on there.
One thing to ponder about, and that we discussed with Arne on the occasion of our first « real » attempt at figuring out this Clubhouse thing, was the lack of video. I really see it as an advantage. The barrier to joining is lower without video. I can jump onto a call without worrying about how I look, what I’m wearing, or people seeing what it looks like where I am. Audio is less invasive. You can « do stuff » while listening to audio, but you can’t do much while watching video. You can hang out in the audience of your favorite Clubhouse room with your phone in your pocket while you do the dishes or go for a walk – just like you would listen to a podcast.
So, if you’d like an invite, or if you’re over there and would like to seize the occasion to play around with the new tool and catch up while we’re at it, let me know !