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Has Corporate Info Security Gotten Out of Hand?
KoshClassic asks: "What is the right balance between security and productivity, in the corporate IT environment? Looking back at my company, 10 years ago, our machines were connected directly to the Internet, no proxy, no firewall, no antivirus software. Today, my company's proxy server blocks access to: 'bad' web sites (such as Google Groups; our 'antivirus' software prevents our machines (even machines that host production applications) from carrying out legitimate functions, such as the sending of email via SMTP; and individual employees are forced to apply security patches with little or no notice, under threat of their machines loosing network access, if they do not comply by the deadline. On one hand, you can never be too secure, however on the other hand, have we become so secure that we're stifling our own ability to get things done? What is the situation like at other companies?"
"under threat of their machines loosing network access" would be losing network access?
I'm ready to be modded offtopic for this, but I find it sadly ironic that on the same day an article on "On the Subject of Slashdot Article Formatting" is posted, we find that the editors don't bother to fix a blatant error in the text.
(Yeah, yeah, I know, the aforementioned article basically said "our readers don't care about spelling or grammar, so neither do we". I find this sad. Especially given the fact that spelling/grammar checkers are commodity technology. Can't we perhaps get one integrated into Slashcode?)
From http://www.lessontutor.com/eeslose.html:
LOSE means to lack the possession of, to come to be without.
LOOSE means not tight.
LOOSEN means to unfasten something or make it less constraining.
Since you can get a replacement RJ45 modular plug for about $0.05, you can easily repair loose connections so you don't lose network access. It's not really that big of a problem.
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