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18-Nov-2024
Every year, I submit my dentist's invoice for the dental cleaning to my health insurance, who covers a part of that. The invoicing has been outsourced, and I get a snail mail a few weeks later. At least that letter includes a login and password for their online portal, where a digital copy of the invoice can be downloaded, so I don't have to scan the original. (I communicate with the health insurance through unencrypted email. (Even signing the email confuses them, and they don't see the attached PDF. They offer encrypted messaging via their app, but the registration only was for my old mobile phone, and I didn't bother getting new credentials for the new one.) The login (a 14-digit ID) changes each time, but the app wants me to change the password nonetheless. I don't know why it's changing all the time — dentist check-ups happen regularly every six months. (And each new calendar year I have to sign the delegation agreement again. Sigh. Bureaucracy.) It feels wrong, but maybe it's due to their integration, or for additional "privacy". Anyway, I have a password in my password manager, but the app doesn't allow me to paste this. Well, fortunately, I just need to hit F12 to open the browser's web page inspector, locate the password box, and then remove the onpaste="return false" that suppresses the paste event. That's actually faster than typing my rather complex password twice. They likely disallow copy-and-paste not because they hate password managers (what's to hate there? use one!), but to avoid support calls due to someone (mis-)entering a password and then copying it into the repeat field. (They offer to submit an email address for account recovery, but that's optional.) I wonder how effective that is, though — there are so many more ways to lose a password (and not being able to copy it out of the password field into (worst case) Notepad and not recognizing that the clipboard hasn't been updated is one sure way to lose the password). The requirements on the password itself are benign: 10 characters, lower, upper, and digit, and shouldn't prevent the use of a password manager. So please, don't make it harder to use! 11-Nov-2024
This year, I've cycled 4000 kilometers! It started in early February, when I extended the escorting of my daughter to her internship for my first tour, and greatly overestimated my physical capabilities on a trip of 48 km, the last 12 of which with cramps and exhaustion. I'd fallen behind with my training due to the pandemic and home office, but was intent on improving that. Through regular trips, I've rebuilt my stamina, discovered many beautiful new bike paths, and became really fond of cycling through the Schönbuch forest. My bike got an upgrade of its drive train during our vacation (but I eventually broke the gears in the hubs due to over-exertion; my poor old bike couldn't keep up with my strength). I've tracked my mileage via the MapMyRide app, and entered the kilometers into my calendar, enabling my to leverage my scripting developed for time tracking at work to obtain a tally of the total distance: $ khal ytd tally cyc 4029 km -- Total effort: 36ed (213h) over 9.1 months (from 2024-02-05 until 2024-11-05)05-Nov-2024 One of the "benefits" of being in the home office (or unemployed): You'll receive all the spam calls ( The call came in at 12:04; I was doing the dishes prior to cooking lunch while watching a video. I suspected a spam call, but hurried to the telephone so that my daughter (who had already returned from the first part of school) didn't have to run down for it. The call started with a frantic young female voice: All of this sounded a bit too much like a US law-and-order series than German law enforcement, but without (fortunately) any contact with policy, this was just a bit of uneasiness. It could very well be plausible, especially the confirmation of one's identity due to privacy laws. The handover and questioning was impeccably timed; it kept you occupied and in a passive, responding role, leaving no time to think clearly. The stress of interacting with a police officer in something serious about a family member immediately rises your stress level. Even though I had hurried to the phone to not bother my daughter, I didn't immediately realize that it couldn't been her that has spoken at the beginning of the call - she was at home! That section (I can't tell whether it was pre-recorded or an actual woman talking live) was just long enough to cause an emotional reaction, but not long enough to discover that it's not your daughter's voice. The policeman offered to help so that my daughter isn't held up any longer, and asked if I could support him. He mentioned potential jail time under youth law due to causing the accident that caused a death. Still in an excited state, this sounded fishy to me. The accident had just happened, and they're already concerned about the punishment? At this point in time, one's mind is racing. What a bad time; just when my wife is gone on a business trip! Why did she have to hurry; she normally adhere's to traffic rules?! Is this an experiment of her classmates to show how easily people give up their personal information to strangers on the phone? The caller pressed on, telling me that he could arrange that she'd be released on bail. In disbelief, I countered that she didn't rob a bank or something like that, and that I don't think this is how things would proceed after an accident. To which the caller indignantly replied that he just wanted to help, do I still want to cooperate? Now this kind of power play convinced me that this can't be real, but 6 to 7 minutes into the call, I'm still a bit shaken, and the heart's beating fast. Gaining composure, I pick up pencil and paper, and offer to just drop by the police station (which is just a few minutes away), to handle this in person: Who should I report to there, and what was your name again? The caller must have felt this slipping away from him, and retorted with increased aggressiveness: Click! The caller hung up. The call lasted 8:04; the caller ID was suppressed. analysisAs a technical person, I'm pretty confident at handling fake notifications or support calls (though one shouldn't be too self-assured; everyone is fallible). Most that I encountered were poorly executed, too. (I wonder how these Pakistani call center guys who only speak highly accented English find any presumably older gullible target — the German boomer generation (i.e. my parents) typically doesn't speak English that well, unless they're highly educated.) But this hits different. An accident of a close family member, involving authorities, synchronous communication in an urgent situation that stresses you out and leaves no time to think. Bad luck when there's no one else around who you could grab and put the call on speaker with. Our lizard brains take too much time and are easily manipulated when suddenly put under a stressful and emotional situation. learnings
I'm not sure how this would have proceeded. With that kind of money, the caller went for really high stakes. Asking me to go to the bank and get (at least parts of) the money would raise a lot of red flags. And you don't just wire-transfer money to the policy, neither. And German authorities for certain don't accept crypto currencies or gift cards ;-) (ChatGPT also just suggests these options.) What troubles me most is the sophistication I've witnessed. I have some empathy with poor folks in some third-world call center that try to make a living by scamming (in their eyes) decadent Westerners; that's what technology paired with globalization has brought us. That guy with the heavy Italian accent that cold-called to sell us his great selection of wines was even slightly amusing. But I have no words for the scum that shock innocent people while impersonating authorities. There are far better ways to earn money with such good language skills and at least basic capabilities to search for personal information on the Internet! 19-Oct-2024The bicycle path to the Tübingen central station has finally been completed! There's been construction around the lake for a long time, but now there's a new bridge, bicycle-only road, and even a small bicycle-only roundabout. There was virtually no traffic when I first ventured there (and the place is still looking rather barren), but I'm keen to try this out on a warm sunny day (so unfortunately only next spring) when there are many more cyclists around. Tübingen county really has nice bicycle infrastructure (unsurprisingly, with many students and an ex-green party mayor); quite a contrast to Sindelfingen (a.k.a. Benz town) where signage and dedicated paths are virtually non-existent, and it's really unpleasant to drive. (But then, once you reach the next town of Renningen, there are again very new and nice bicycle paths (towards Weil der Stadt).) I've been cycling a lot this year (final tally to come), and discovered a whole new set of routes around my home town. The weather this summer has been really great for cycling, and fortunately we were blessed with very sunny and mild weather right up until November. Over the course of the year, I've more than doubled my endurance (which was rather poor after the pandemic and new job that didn't require everyday cycling to the office), and really enjoyed regular tours outside! My touring bike got its second complete overhaul (this time with a modified gear ratio, which further increased the fun and hopefully also the longevity of the gear train). 29-Sep-2024 Near the end of my 73 km cycling tour in Böblingen, spectators blocked the street, and police controlled the traffic. But it apparently wasn't about any celebrities, but the cars themselves! Many were tuned and modded, and sounded like they were broken, producing very loud and unhealthy engine noises. One car that had stopped next to me actually had severe suspension problems; it bobbed up and down like crazy! The (mostly young and male) drivers seemed to have problems with smoothly engaging the clutch. The police could have made a fortune handing out tickets for noise pollution and reckless driving, but somehow they didn't. Or maybe I just didn't understand the purpose of that whole brouhaha ;-) Apparently, they had problems with the behavior of the visitors beforehand: Deshalb gab es bei vorherigen Motortreffs teilweise lange Rückstaus auf die Autobahn mit Gefährdungen für den nachfolgenden Verkehr. Das war in der Tat nichts und bitten alle Fans um Entschuldigung!
Die Behörden haben uns eine gesittete Abfahrt ohne Gefährdung von Fußgängern und Carspottern auferlegt. Auslöser waren die einzelnen, aber unvernünftigen und heftigen Vorfälle. Eine „gesittete“ Abfahrt ohne Gefährdung von Fußgängern und Carspottern hat oberste Priorität. Safety first!
Although I don't understand the worship of needlessly overpowered and expensive cars, I'm not advocating a ban on them. I'd be in favor of exponential taxation; i.e. make it much most costly to own SUV, muscle- or luxury cars, and use the proceeds to fund affordable, clean transportation. Personal mobility is a basic human right, an arms race on the streets because our public transportation is broken is just stupid (but very lucrative for our industry). 28-Sep-2024 Realization of the day: The number of members of a religion isn't a measure of its strength or "goodness". It just means that its properties makes people more susceptible to it. We also wouldn't say that a virus that infects many organisms is "better". The real measure of success is whether it does more good to the entire population. 26-Jul-2024Right next to the city hall of Altdorf (where one of my favorite cycling paths leads me to), there's a nice old house with a lion mural painted on the wall. I can't help it but the style reminds me of the botched Ecce Homo restauration in Spain. Makes me smile ;-) |
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