Hacked

I've been hacked.  Rather, this site has.  I can't control what goes on any more.  Things come and go.  The view has changed.  Maybe I've been too susceptible to the lure of free porn, but I think it is some corporate website like the gas company (those dirty bastards) who have stolen my passwords.  Or maybe it is some other writer/photographer who is pissed off at me.  Or it may be C.C. who seems to have disappeared playing up to some of his impish tricks.  Whatever, the truth of it is I may shut down this site.  The Cafe may close.  And in truth, it may be a good thing.  Being manager of something that is always open becomes consuming.  The daily photo, the daily posting. . . . Some days I think, "I have nothing to give."  It shows.

Besides, I've become to easy to find.  I'm losing my anonymity which compromises my ability to report.  It might be good to begin afresh somewhere on the internet.  If I do, the question will be whether to remain anonymous or publish as myself.  I don't like the sound of that already.  There would be way too much ego involved.  This enterprise has allowed me to be as egoless as I can get.  As "I" can get, I say.  No, it would be good to crawl back down deeper into the covers.

So we shall see.  Those filthy hackers may have been just the pill I needed.



My aunt has been cremated, and I will be taking my mother to the memorial service this weekend.  RIP, auntie.