Another day, another mail from Google:

To owner of http://zeigermann.com,

Starting October 2017, Chrome (version 62) will show a ‘NOT SECURE’ warning when users enter text in a form on an HTTP page, and for all HTTP pages in Incognito mode.

The following URLs on your site include text input fields (such as < input type=”text” > or < input type=”email” >) that will trigger the new Chrome warning. Review these examples to see where these warnings will appear, so that you can take action to help protect users’ data. This list is not exhaustive.

Here’s how to fix this problem:

Migrate to HTTPS
To prevent the “Not Secure” notification from appearing when Chrome users visit your site, only collect user input data on pages served using HTTPS.

Well, I’ve now converted the whole domain to https. Hope this works.

A New Sunday Roast Podcast.

Mit Binder und Zeigermann.

Hier zu hören.

Zeigermann + Binder beim Aufnehmen des Podcast. Photo © Claudia Kirchherr
Ralf Zeigermann und Konstantin Binder beim Sunday Roast Podcast. Photo © Claudia Kirchherr

(Ralf is wearing a hat from NEXT, £10, a leather jacket from The Original Dr Who jacket, £480, a wristwatch from eBay, £6. Konstantin is wearing a shirt from Stella McCartney, $365 and a ring from Lord of the Rings Originals PLC, £2892. All other gadgets (vaping things and beer) courtesy of Vogue magazine.)

The 404 Dilemma.

The other day I found a mail from Google in my inbox. The people (?) at Google were complaining about a gazillion of broken links in my weblog entries and asked nicely if I were inclined to do something about this.

Of course, all those broken links didn’t come as a surprise since this weblog is now almost 16 years old and many websites I once linked to have simply disappeared or have changed their location on the web. Even internal links were buggered after I moved the blog from Radio Userland over to WordPress.

So, what to do? A WordPress plugin came in handy –
The Broken Link Checker.

It scanned my whole site, and after three days came back with … a lot of broken links. I now had the options of editing and relinking the broken URLs, link to the Waybackmachine or to simply trash the old posts.

In many cases I just made use of the “Trash” button. There were so many one-liner posts, only consisting of a link to long forgotten websites that it made no sense relinking to archive.org, which would only confuse matters even further; also, archive.org can be rather slow at times.

In quite a few cases I was able to either edit the URL or relink the content.

But still – it’s a dilemma. Is trashing old posts good or bad? I’m still not sure, but I’ll carry on regardless – mind you, the plugin is still scanning and still throws up bad links once a week.

Anyway, the Google Bots should be happy now. As should be the readers – there’s nothing more annoying than clicking on a link which ends up
in a grey nowhere zone.

So, no more 404s!

Screenshot of URL scanning

Information [2].

© Ralf Zeigermann

Back in 2012 I blogged about the beginnings of the UK Snooper’s Charter, or Data Retention Bill, or rather The Investigatory Powers Act, as it is now called. The whole shambles has now ended up in front of the European Court of Justice, who has basically declared it as being illegal.

However, while looking for a trusty VPN (and I actually bought TunnelBear in the end), I came across this fabulous article How to remain completely anonymous and hidden online, which I can only recommend to anyone. It clears up a few things regarding TOR, VPNs, Encryption and much more.

Because you can’t really trust anyone anymore these days. Especially not your own government. In fact I’d rather happily give Google all my data than Theresa May.

Der Raumpatrouille zum Wiegenfest.

Heute vor 50 Jahren startete Raumpatrouille – die phantastischen Abenteuer des Raumschiffes Orion – zum ersten Mal in der ARD (Das Erste) im deutschen Fernsehen.

Das war 1966 und ich war weiland 6 Jahre alt. Ein Virus hatte mich gepackt, ein Science-Fiction-Virus nämlich und ganz besonders ein Raumpatrouille-Virus – seitdem habe ich keine Wiederholung mehr im Fernsehen verpaßt, habe die Romane gelesen, die spärliche Merchandise mir angeschafft und es wurde durchaus etwas manisch bedenklich, was ich so im Laufe der Jahre angehäuft habe. Doch das Beste sollte noch kommen:

1993 begleitete ich meinen Freund Josef Hilger bei den ersten Recherchen zu seinem Buch über die Fernsehserie Raumpatrouille nach Bayern.

Wir waren in München und besuchten dort diverse Leute, die maßgeblichen Einfluß auf Raumpatrouille hatten: den Regisseur Dr. Michael Braun, den Kameramann Kurt Hasse, den Filmarchitekten Rolf Zehetbauer, den Produktionsleiter Michael Bittins, die Schauspielerinnen Eva Pflug und Ursula Lillig (letztgenannte auf der Rückfahrt nach Köln in Frankfurt), sowie den Pressefotografen Gerd Hanig, dessen Original-Negative nun Bestandteil des Orion-Museums von Josef sind.

Bei der Bavaria-Filmgesellschaft gingen wir ein und aus, aßen dort in der Kantine, sprachen mit alten Handwerkern, die zum Teil noch aus UFA-Zeiten stammten, sahen uns Kulissen und Hallen an (soweit Kulissen in Hallen und Kulissen draußen) und hatten einfach eine großartige Zeit.

Damals gab es natürlich noch keine iPhones und wir waren zu blöd oder zu bequem, einen Kassettenrecorder mitzuschleppen. Daher hatte ich es mir angewöhnt, in der kleinen Pension, in der wir abgestiegen waren, jeweils am Abend ein Gesprächsprotokoll aus dem Gedächtnis niederzuschreiben.

Zum fünfzigsten Geburtstag hier nun zum ersten Mal und relativ exklusiv meine Erinnerungen an die Gespräche mit Michael Braun und Kurt Hasse.

Ich wünsche der Raumpatrouille ein lautstarkes “Many Happy Returns!”

Und Josefs Buch? Nun, dies erschien einige Jahre später im Schwarzkopf & Schwarzkopf-Verlag und gilt mittlerweile als das Standardwerk zur Serie überhaupt. Sehr wohl verdient.

A quick rant.

I’m still trying to get my head around this. After all the nonsense with Boris Johnson, Liam Fox and David Davis … David Davis, the “Brexit Minister”, who was under the impression he could pick trade deals with European countries like Italy, France or Portugal without realising that the EU is the EU and you just can’t choose single countries to deal with … oh, well. I should have given up at this point already, but it gets worse. Every day there’s a new surprise.

Today, there’s Nigel Farage (now with brand new facial hair) being spotted at the German embassy in London, apparently applying for German Citizenship. Then there’s Gisela Stuart, Labour MP and one of the main voices of the “Leave” campaign, all of a sudden being worried about the rights of EU immigrants in Britain. Never mind that Gisela herself is a German immigrant into Britain. Which of course begs the question, why on earth did she ever participate in the Leave campaign?

You just couldn’t make it up. This must be the script for a new Monty Python show and we’re all the extras. Great Britain – no, hold on – England has gone completely insane. I really don’t get it anymore. Has anyone some bits of brain left? Or, the other way round: has anyone (preferably on the continent) some bits of brain to spend for certain people over here? They most probably need them.

Nice rant. I’m feeling better now.

I Want My Country Back.

A post by Konstantin Binder. Mirrored from London Leben.

Ten years ago I wrote about Britain. I called it “This Country” but really truly it was about my country. My home. I wrote about why I love this country, what makes it unique and great and wonderful.

But this country has changed. And not in a good way.

Fifteen years ago I moved to London. I love this city and like so many others here I say it is the greatest city on earth. I call myself a Londoner and I take pride in that. I moved here because I was allowed to do that. I exercised my right to live here and to work here and I still have this right. Because I am a EU citizen and Great Britain is part of the European Union.

But for how long?

On Thursday the people of Great Britain and Northern Ireland will decide whether they still want be part of the European Union. This will not only greatly affect me but also everybody else here. But I don’t have a right to vote. I don’t have a right to decide what I want for my future. All I can do is sit tight and wait.

And that’s not fair.

Immigration has enriched this country for centuries like so many other countries around the globe. Immigration has been part of this country and has formed it. I am an immigrant, I work here, I live here, I pay my taxes and I’ve haven been doing so for the last fifteen years and I don’t want this to stop.

The country is divided. Half of the people think we should remain, the other half think we should leave. If the arguments on both sides were brought forward in a respectful and honourable way, fine by me. But the mood is ugly and the campaigns are hateful, scaremongering dominates the discussions, fear.

And an MP has been murdered by an extremist who allegedly shouted “Britain first” while killing her.

Is that what Britain is all about? Is that what’s left of Britain?

The Brexit camp under Boris Johnson and Michael Gove and Nigel Farage claims it’s all about the fact that Britain is no longer an independent country. We are apparently ruled and governed by the EU. And it’s about the immigrants. They are blamed for everything. How convenient. Too many of them are entering this country. Like I did, fifteen years ago. Because of my rights as a European Citizen. But enough is enough, they are screaming, and the right wing tabloids owned by right wing millionaires are creating scary headlines and lies. People feel that the immigrants are at the centre of every bloody problem that Britain has ever seen.

We want our country back.

In fifteen years in this country I have never heard any remarks about my German ancestry. Never, ever. Not one foul comment. I have felt welcome and I have been part of this country. But now for the first time ever, I am “the Other”. I am a foreigner. But don’t worry, it’s not about you, you’re settled, you speak English, you work, you’ll be fine.

It is about me. Because it is about everyone here.

So what do you want to do with me then, Britain? Because I am an immigrant, you know. Kick me out? Three months notice, pack your things and get the hell out of this country? Is that what you want, Britain?

But there is a price to pay, you know. No such thing as a free lunch. You will be governed by selfish politicians who think hate and lies is the way forward. Communities will be divided and you will lose thousands of people who suddenly wake up in the morning and decide, enough is enough, I can’t take this anymore, I don’t want my kids to grow up in this atmosphere of hate. Britain will not be the same anymore.

So if that’s what you want, vote leave.

And when in a few years time some random guy approaches me and my wife and says, “we voted leave, mate, what are you still doing here?”, we will pack our things and we will take our EU passports and we will move to one of the then still 27 EU countries and start again. Because we can. And we have a right to do that.

And you don’t.

But if you want this country to be wonderful and welcoming and open and tolerant, the way it should be without this horrible campaign bringing out the worst in people, without fear and hate, without racism, if you still want to be part of this great Europe where immigrants are part of everyday life, think before you vote.

Because there is no way back, no second chance. You leave, that’s it. Once you’re out, you’re out. End of.

I still want to be able to say what I have said ten years ago:

This is the country where I live, where I work, where I pay my tax. This is the country where I love and where I am loved. This country is so far from perfect. But this country is, as far as I am concerned, the best place in the world. I’ve said it before and I am more than happy to say it again: this is my country. And I love it.

I am an immigrant.

I want my country back.