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Tor Anonymity Network Reaches 100 Verified Nodes

Posted by timothy on from the needs-some-liver-routing-to-round-it-out dept.

James A. Y. Joyce writes "Tor is an onion routing anonymous network. It routes your data transfers through a series of encrypted links between random nodes in the network; the greater the number of nodes, the greater the anonymity afforded. To commemorate the 100th verified node in the Tor network, the EFF are putting up a request for other organisations and personal users to start up Tor nodes of their own. (Tor has been mentioned on Slashdot twice before.)"

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  1. Happy Mothers' Day by Anonymous Coward · · Score: -1, Offtopic
    My grandmother, Anna Pearl (Fine) Hartman, born August 26th, 1882, in Davilla, Texas, was not special except in the ways all grandmothers are special. Friends and family called her Annie. Her children called her Mama and so did I.

    Mama was sweet, gentle, smelled alternately of home-made light bread and/or Mentholatum which she applied regularly to herself and me for a variety of reasons --anything short of brain surgery.

    She taught me to fish, dig for and thread a worm on a hook, catch a grasshopper for bait in a pinch, and how to throw the line from a cane pole. She could kill a water moccasin with a fence post and did on more than one occasion. Other creatures threatening harm also got the fence post. She gave added dimension to the term, fencing,

    She was a devoted Fundamental Baptist who practiced foot washing; whose favorite hymn was "Farther along we'll know all about it; farther along we'll understand why." She had her own version of scripture inspite of the fact that she rested secure in the inviolable, unchangeable Word -- 'It says what it says, but this is what it means. "

    She could comfort my perpetual skinned knees and stumped toes using some kind of ointment and a torn sheet bandage split in two on one end and tied about the wound.

    Mama was endearing and beloved and, as it dawned on me later in life, an enigma. Hearing about her as a friend, sister and mother acquainted me with someone else, somebody I didn't know. Now that I am a grandmother, I've discovered what Mama may have sensed or known. Grandmothers can reinvent themselves in behalf of both themselves and grandchildren, becoming suitable to time and place.

  2. Re:Sooo... by masklinn · · Score: 0, Offtopic

    'cept that it wouldn't be deliberate at all in this case...

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