A Useful Maxim (or: Passkeys Redux, or: Why You Shouldn’t Trust A Fire Extinguisher Salesman In A Theater Lobby).

I like a nice, useful maxim. A pithy truth; something sharp and memorable and useful. They’re the building blocks of arguments and add an air of finality to proclamations. This morning I woke up to a very polite note in my inbox from a friend of mine, linking me to some incredibly specious research by … Continue reading A Useful Maxim (or: Passkeys Redux, or: Why You Shouldn’t Trust A Fire Extinguisher Salesman In A Theater Lobby).