by Forest Grene

Created on: September 14, 2008

Password

I may as well tell you.I forget my password again.Big surprise. Actually, I am astonished that my life has not completely halted; if my memory is what I am depending on to get to all those cyber places I need to go,I am in for a long haul.

I need a password to log into my computer. I need a password to log into my favorite writers website.I need a password to log in at work and to pick up my phone messages. I need a password to do online banking. I need a password to enquire about account balances for my cell phone. I need a password for Facebook.Trust me,I did try to use the same password each time because streamlining seems to be a good thing. Of course it did not work.In a world of six billion, there are too many people and not enough word variations. However, no one can match the pathetic nicknamesI have for our animals.There, I just gave it away! Hang with me and my animals for one day and hackkers take note. All you need to know...

Then I discovered some websites tell you the passwords that are available. Does that make any sense? So, I came up with a great idea; all my passwords were in different languages. Except if I am using animal nicknames, proper names are proper names in any language, so this does not really work.

And really, how many of us do the same thing. We write the password down in a not so descrete spot near our computer. Because the only thing that would really throw us over the edge in this ambigous land of technology, is to not be able to access it at all.

I am my passwords(s).I colloborate with my password hint systems.The dumbest concepts are the most vital. The most irrelevant details of our lives lead us to the most relevant spaces in our world. Tell me, how does it feel when you forget your bank card PIN number? Come on, you have all done it. My co worker bought me lunch one day, thanks to my brain fart.

What will it be like in ten years? I think we may be commmunicating with people via our iPods. I may be downloading the entire contents of my brain in order to get up and go in the morning, having put it in sleep mode the night before. My computer will also make cappiccinos and my cell phone will double as an automatic car starter. I will need more passwords and finally, my demise will be at my funeral, where there will be a password needed to open my casket to honour me and someone will forget it.DEAD will have already been used.

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