Thoughts on technology

You can chose to play bridge at a club, or online.

If you’re short on time but you’re still keen on staying alert and fresh in your bridge endeavors then it’s a must to play whenever you can.. like you know: on your way forth and back from work, when you’re stuck in traffic, in a queue of your choice, or waiting for the sleep to come.

So your close friends must be the GIB robots from BBO (Bridge Base Online). You can buy them for a period of time (say a day) and use them to play for money. Or you can open a table with 3 other robots for a quickie.. like a game of 4 or an unlimited stream of hands. You get the picture..

But my take is from another angle. So for every one of us lonely and sad players of bridge there is a potential of 3 robots ready and willing. Are they smart enough, well that’s another story. However, they are there!

But let’s extend this: for every one of us sad and lonely human beings there is always a computer waiting (if you don’t have one or yours gets some ransomware.. ha ha – again another subject but still very close), and there’s also another:

  • smartphone waiting
  • smart fridge waiting
  • smart TV waiting
  • smart car waiting.. Tesla
  • smart wearable waiting
  • tablet
  • RF chip
  • something technical smart and ready enough to help us out
  • Software (in all of them)

Help us.. you say!

Hmm, the other day my little one asked an interesting question, when do numbers finish, as in 1, 2, 3..

Well, my question of same sorts would be: where does smart pieces of technology finish?

Are these numbers double / triple (in stocks waiting to be shipped, or live and kicking) more than humans! Somehow we, humans live and kicking, have created a dormant army of devices which at the moment help us out.. still.



Prayer for parents

(‘Ruga pentru parinti’ by Adrian Paunescu, he was a Romanian poet, journalist and politician, 1943 – 2010; this is my interpretation from original)


Enigmatically silents
Almost finishing their craft
Near us but they’ll depart
Our sweet dear, dear parents.
Oh God please call them, back
All their hardship long and done
Call and make them young once more
Even younger than we are.


For the ones who gave us birth
Issue something just because
And delay their passing cross
Bless them start afresh on earth.
They payed off all of their life
For their children’s many bungle
Oh God keep them all alive
Keep them parents who’ll be gone.


Pay attention how they go
Pay attention how they’re gone
Candle’s light this crib alone
They are silent like a snow.
Illnesses of soul and flesh
Take us all into our grave
Whilst we’re here, while they are
Hang in near to your parents.


And this earth keeps filling in
Saying goodbye rips us apart
Why oh why, my dear father!
Why oh why, my dear mother!
Oh and why these longest faces
My dear daughter and dear son
I’m the one who’s time is closer
My dears I’ll go too in little while.


Why oh why, my dear father!
Why oh why, my dear mother!
You be safe, my dear son!
You be safe, my dear daughter!
Oh dear father, oh dear son,
Oh dear mother, dear daughter.


Windows XP – update error

We are only days after the latest ransomware attack, and the issue which was hidden in the shallows, for a while now, was brought to life by this attack.

Visiting the Microsoft support web pages pops up first and foremost the following alert:

"A wide-spread ransomware attack, WannaCrypt, targets out-of-date Windows
devices. Given the severity of this threat, immediately update your
Windows devices."


And this is where the issue has been hiding.

Since April 2014 MSFT has stopped regular updates to a world-wide-spread-installation of Windows XP. MSFT also did the right thing and offered it’s latest offering, Windows 10, as a free update for a while. It needed people to get off Windows XP wagon.

But hey, easily said than done.

Legacy software and databases for countless companies were not easy to migrate. Time constraints to systems running 24×7 as well as human reluctance to change something that’s running just fine, and here we are 3 years later with Windows XP systems still very much alive. MSFT very much moved along during these years.

Such systems continued their daily grind for 3 years unperturbed by the dismissed system and security updates. Such systems may have developed various issues, due to various other programs being installed on top of the ones already existing. And I’m sure such systems were always somewhere in the minds of their administrators as a disaster waiting to happen.

Case in point:

  • this Windows XP installation which, coincidence or not, since Friday refuses to start the legacy program which was run day in day out for the past 3 years
  • this system didn’t had system updates installed for several years before the April 2014 MSFT deadline
  • this system refuses to connect to any MSFT support web addresses by it’s Internet Explorer, but it does so just fine by Google Chrome
  • that’s a perfect case of “chicken or egg” – disturbingly needing it’s system updates – to which, nicely and promptly, is being refused access by MSFT
  • no Googled solution worked: IE stats reset and history cleared, Winsock stack cleared, .Net 4 installed, proxy disabled, firewall disabled, various programs removed


Network diagnostics keep returning, over and over, the same error:

  • HTTPS and FTP: Error 12031 – the connection with the server was reset


In conclusion there’s no conclusion: classic case of Windows XP system which needs an update but is not able to get it!

Why has MSFT stopped Windows XP updates!

Is MSFT accountable?


The perfect space

Sits quietly and waits
In lieu of wondering about
Un-drifts itself from ups and downs
Prolongs the day without a doubt.

Invites attendants to the smoothest show
Un-compromised by feelings, looks or story's flow
Desire free, no second thought nor grow
.. mostly simple and un-hinged blow.

The perfect space hides deep inside somewhere
It'd hover not be low enough
Linger by itself..
Not open not closed, colourless
Impenetrable by our ego..
Or our hands..
Or minds.

It is perfect in this form
Or shape..
Unforgettable by all means
Of understanding..
Could've easily been missed
Nor found
Afaik that special link,

Which got me thinking.


I must


I must learn to play the violin
All through my darkest grin,
I must learn to recognize the grace 
All within my dog's embrace.
I must write on something odd
Like my mum's smile in her diary log,
I must touch all flower's petals 
Like my lover's skin which gracefully unsettles.

I must offer trusting echoes 
Desires clouded in their misty fragrance,
I must overlook my senseless thoughts and struggle
Whenever life takes aim and shoots point blank her daily fable.

And when all this noise is vacuumed by the moment 
Then I must hold it in whilst share it's natural endowment.