Dear Customer,
Last night at 11.30pm, a hacker used a breach in our system to upload files onto some websites on server 10. Our technicians are currently working on finding this breach and fixing it.
The uploaded files have now been removed, however, on some websites, those files replaced the index files you uploaded, thus there might be one file missing.
We ask you to check that your website is running properly, and if not, you can upload the missing index files…
Fear of things like this happening is what prevents me from switching to WordPress. As good as my intentions may be, I just can’t make myself back things up, and Blogger keeps my code for me. My apologies for the downtime. Just know that were recovery in my hands, things would have been much worse. Thank you, Blogger.
In other news, I’m doing pretty awesomely these days. There’s a lot of school (lot of school), a little work, a new roommate (thanks though, Mandy, you had a good run), and plenty of new muffin recipes to try.
School is okay. I’m only taking 16 hours this semester, so I guess I lulled myself into a false sense of security. Either that, or it’s this “senioritis” thing I keep hearing about. Or is it my post-England travel-all-the-time mindset? It’s hard to tell. Either way, The moderate amount of work I’m doing isn’t consistent with the large amount of work I need to be doing, and I’m surprisingly (and uncharacteristically) unaffected. CIS 499 is more work than I imagined, plus this ART 350 independent study is a challenge to keep up with.
I feel better than I thought I would about starting back at work. Perhaps it’s preemptive, as I only started Wednesday, and at an easy 12 hours-per-week pace, or maybe it’s my competitive side that enjoys these sorts of things, but I’m having fun being back. Somehow, it feels like I’ll have more time once I’m out of school and working, and maybe this will make up for having to spend nine of the sunshiniest hours of the day in a cubicle. (Is a skylight too much to ask for? Probably so.)
Wendy moved in a week and a half ago, and it’s been one adventure after another ever since. We’ve made a dance video, tacos de cochinita and gringas and tostadas, and have doubled our wardrobes. I was convinced there was no way we’d fit everything she owns next to everything I own in this bedroom, but it’s worked out surprisingly well. She’s a good roommate, and as an added bonus, my Spanish is improving, bit by bit.
I’m taking lots of photos these days, and I hope to be able to upload bits of the projects I’m working on. The same is true for 499, once we get our server compliant and up, and something of interest on the website.
Weather like this turns me into a daydreamer.
I miss traveling so much. The memories hit me at completely random intervals, and without warning — I was chopping frozen cranberries yesterday, thinking about whatever it is that people think about when dicing fruit, and the way an image pops into your head, I remembered the hazy glowing-white platform somewhere between London and Horley, and getting lost back from the station, wandering icy streets in below-freezing temperatures. A few days ago, I was driving down 72, and just as suddenly, it was taking pictures of the Salisbury Cathedral with Anna, at dusk in the large grassy lawn. Even these happy memories are sad for me, both because they’re gone, and because I don’t know who exactly to share them with. I guess a small victory in all of this is that I don’t feel the same as I was before I left. I don’t know how exactly to explain that better. I’d be curious to know if I seem different to any of you — I’ve been told that I’m more verbose these days, and also that I blink too much. It makes me nervous, but curious all the same.
I’m procrastinating as we speak. Hope all of you have had a lovely weekend.
listening to: Fionn Regan – Hey Rabbit