According to Wired:

A team of security researchers from Oxford, UC Berkeley, and the University of Geneva say that they were able to deduce digits of PIN numbers, birth months, areas of residence and other personal information by presenting 30 headset-wearing subjects with images of ATM machines, debit cards, maps, people, and random numbers in a series of experiments. The paper, titled “On the Feasibility of Side-Channel Attacks with Brain Computer Interfaces,” represents the first major attempt to uncover potential security risks in the use of the headsets.

Do you think Apple will make a deal to include the better, smaller version of this in the iPhone of, let’s say, 2020? For sci-fi writers this gives their notorious kill switch a whole new meaning.

Was planning a good writing day today. Ready to go and at the desk at 9am. Booted up computer and immediately spilled coffee, perfectly nailing my keyboard in the most complete way. Goodbye, workday. Hello, futile keyboard disassembly and cleaning followed by trip to the Apple store (which has become over the years some kind of formless commerce hive that now sort of gives me the creeps).

I know plenty of others have gone before me in this yet I’m still trying to figure what my brain did to so perfectly launch my coffee cup. And why.

Upgrades are done early. Far ahead of Labor Day. Woo-hoo!

New York Women in Film and Television is screening Running in High Heels at the Anthology Film Archives on September 25 at 7pm. The film is only 85 minutes so I’m doing a Q&A afterward. (I may invite some local political candidates to join me.) I just found out that there’s an after-screening party with cash bar and complimentary food at Dempsey’s Pub, 61 2nd Avenue. So, free food. Hope to see you there.

What can I say? Websites age faster than tween idols. So, even though I’ve been submerged in a wave of 2012 life-stuff and other projects and not posting a whole lot, I’m making time to put me ole website under the knife for some minor cosmetic surgery again. Please disregard the non-working shop/cart buttons until they lead to the shop/cart (around Labor Day.) Then buy my book and my movie all you want. Over and over, please.

For sci-fi writers, courtesy of Gizmodo, here’s how your characters should die when booted out of an airlock. If you were going to write it honestly,

You only get fifteen seconds, because that is roughly how long it takes deoxygenated blood to circulate from your lungs to your brain. See, when you’re placed in a vacuum, the gas exchange process works in reverse—your lungs actually pull oxygen out of the body and dump it back into the lungs where it’s exhaled, which only serves to hasten the onset of hypoxia.

In addition to your body actively expelling the one thing it needs most, various other maladies begin to onset at the ten second mark. Exposed skin begins to burn (sunburn, not catch on fire), and your dermal tissues begin to swell due to water in your muscles spontaneously evaporating, causing minor bruising. Moisture in the nose, eyes, and mouth evaporates, causing localized frostbite. The onset of hypoxia has its own set of issues, including loss of vision (and wits), followed by convulsions, loss of consciousness, and cyanosis (when your skin turns blue). At this point, you’re not “dead” dead, just “mostly” dead—your brain is still functional and your heart is still going. You can still be revived, surprisingly with minimal permanent injury, if you are immediately returned to an atmosphere. However, this savior window only lasts 90 seconds. After that, your blood pressure drops low enough that it does begin to boil, which damages your heart and nixes any chance of resuscitation.

So now you know.

In a bit on TV Binges Andrew Sullivan just posted one of the best written take-downs of reality television, and the Real Housewives franchise in particular. It completely sums up my discomfort with Bravo’s Andy Cohen, how he perkily revels in the lowest, emptiest, vainest, and greediest of human female behavior and then packages it back to us like these are just housewives, these are just what all women are or aspire to be, affluent and living lives of ugly, petty whim. The fact that Cohen makes his living this way puts him at a level no better than depraved women he’s claiming represent the real New Jersey, New York, DC, OC, Beverly Hills, and Atlanta. Sullivan quote with my emphasis:

If I watched all of the Real Housewives of New Jersey in one sitting, for example, I think I would sink into the oblivion that happens to all those who watch their souls being torn slowly, shred by shred, into nothingness. That show’s emptiness, hollowness, vacuousness, its transformation of children into products for a self-sustaining celebrity industry, its revelling in human manipulation in the midst of wanton greed, its venomous vulgarity and moral cesspit: it’s truly the most appalling, cynical and morally disgusting display of doucherie on the box, which is saying something. And, yes, at its core it is a form of pornography of female spite for gay male misogynists. In this Millennium, some gay men don’t need to invent the dialogue of vicious, hateful networks of women (that would require some creative effort); they dangle celebrity in front of the faces of the desperately needy and then tape their every pettiness to squeals of Bravo delight.

There’s a reason Sullivan heads one of the most-read blogs on the net.

Spiral cut hot dogs and friends, tequila-based cocktails, and fireworks on the Hudson!

My favorite part of this (besides the overwrought music) is the pre-determinism wired into the build of the craft due to the fact that signal communications between Earth and Mars take fourteen minutes. Operators simply cannot instruct the craft to respond to anything in a timely fashion.

And the fact that it’s all true.

An interesting study on social selection creating harmony from chaos. Just click the play button.

Now git to work.