It’s another gray day in Chicago, though the sun might be peeking through. It seems undecided.
Nope, merely momentary.
Like so many things in life, even those things that feel huge and daunting and rock solid and permanent and unrelenting, all of those things, no matter how they seem, are momentary. Some moments do last longer than others, of course.
Such is the nature of the tides of existence, though more chaotic than any ruled by a moon, and far less predictable.
I’ve talked at length this week about the breach at Spoutible, about the racism surrounding the reaction to it. Not even “underlying,” because it’s not that subtle. About people’s enjoyment of mistakes when they aren’t their mistakes.
But today the breach itself feels done and dusted, completely resolved and more like a systems test than a violation of any consequence. Spoutible is stronger and more secure than it was; again, I have heard nothing about any accounts actually compromised; and if anything it highlighted room for improvement while “improvement” requires a relatively small scale for a social media site.
The hype about it is momentary, if for no other reason than in a few days or weeks or months there will be news of a breach that casts a shadow so vast and deep that anyone flapped their arms about this one will seem ridiculous.
Just looking at some of the past breaches and how long sites kept that information hidden should have curbed the flapping in the first place, but as I said, we’ve had a long chat about that already.
When a crisis hits, even the tempest in a teacup type, the walls around can feel very slick and tall and insurmountable, and the liquid level extremely low. Maybe all you see around you is porcelain.
But the cup gets filled, one way or another, often in some mind-bending act of physics by you yourself, and the sploshing calms. As long as it takes and as rough the tea seas, it’s momentary.
And in a week so far of long ones, today is, in fact, a bit to read. Have a wonderful Wednesday.
A Bit to Read 
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