Perhaps include the house number or phone number of a place where you lived years ago, or a scrambled version of an imaginary name you had for yourself, or a candy brand that is no longer made? The older you are, and the more secretive, the more material you might have to work with.
The news, the views, the entertainment, the flames, the trolls, the goat stuff, the polls, and for welcoming anyone with the temerity to post a comment into the community of geekdom, and of course for putting Hope College on the map. It's been fun, and surely will survive your departure. Wishing all the best for you and your family.
Go with the flow. Enjoy everything a remote wilderness island in Canada has to offer. Do you think the rest of the world will wilt in despair just because you miss a post or two? Be here (there) now! Enjoy the scenery. Soak in the views! You are in a high latitude during the longest days of the year. How often do you think you will get to have an experience like this? Stop to smell the wild roses. Catch a fish. Cook it in a pan with just butter and maybe some s&p. The "wired" world will still be there when you emerge, but you may never have this experience again. Unplug. Live. Enjoy. Experience. Take some pictures...or make some sketches (yes, we're talking pencil and paper, maybe even the brown paper your groceries came wrapped in). Upload them when you get back to wherever you currently live. Maybe next year you will go to Africa.
Most people who live in cities never get to see even a fraction of the night sky. Even thougb I live in rural Colorado where we can see the Milky Way fairly regularly, I want to thank you so much for sharing with everyone what we are missing out on, night after night. This is way better than TV. Cheers.
These are the same guys who arrogantly rejected digital cellphones for a long time because it would interfere with their market share grasp of analog cellphones.
"Earlier characterizations from people who have seen the results said they would show that events like near collisions and runway interference occur far more frequently than previously recognized. Such information could not be gleaned from the 16,208 pages posted by NASA on its Web site, however, because of information that was edited out. "
I can't tell you how many presentations I've sat through by otherwise intelligent software vendors who couldn't get their electronic presentations to work (batteries in their laptop quit, couldn't get through their firewall, couldn't get through our firewall, system incompatabilities, etc.) Usually they get the presentation up and running eventually, but it doesn't get them off to a good start with the customer. You should always bring something for your audience to stare at other than the back of your head while you are fiddling with your equipment and mumbling about how it was working just fine back at the home office.
Yeah, he's sitting in a closet, basically, but there is that element of privacy which you don't get in a cube. And his cheap-a$$ employer probably turns down the heat in winter, after-hours and on weekends, when IT guy will no doubt find himself deployed, so he can keep warm from the heat generated by the servers and won't have to freeze his a$$ off. In summer, perhaps he can wear tank tops, the better to show off his tattoos. He didn't say what kind of business he works for. Maybe he likes interacting with his co-workers, maybe not. The more he hides out, the more they will have to come looking for him and be all polite and apologetic for asking him to fix or do anything, and the more grateful and astounded they will be at his wizardry. With a cellphone, he may be able to spend quite a lot of time out in the parking lot smoking cigarettes and/or getting a breath of fresh air.
I wonder how often they had to get their roots (excuse me, we're supposed to call it "regrowth" now) touched up. Did they make a follow-up appointment the same day they got their dye job? Did people keep appointment calendars back then?
Refusing to dye your hair is like telling the truth -- you never have to remember to go back to touch it up, and you never have to try to remember what you said. I'm always amazed that people aren't content with their natural hair color. A dye job may look pretty cool when it's frshly done, but nothing looks worse than black roots peeking through on a blonde or gray roots starting to show on a redhead.
But there must be some very basic desire to change the color of one's hair, since this practice dates back at least to ancient Egypt.
I'm wondering if it comes in right-handed, left-handed and ambidextrous models. Being a petite-sized person with small wrists and rather short arms, I would find this clunky device rather cumbersome. It would feel like having a can of soda strapped to your arm. A larger person with beefy arms might find it too tight, although the armband does appear to be adjustable (it reminds me of a blood-ressuren cuff.) Also, the person in the picture is wearing a short-sleeved shirt. In cold weather, would you wear it over your shirt and sweater, or would you have to roll up your sleeves. I don't even like wearing an ID badge.
Any word on who this guy in Virginia was? I haven't seen him/her identified by name in any of these articles. It would be kind of ironic if the military is protecting the identity of the person who gave up the personal info on millions of soldiers and vets.
How do we know it wasn't an "inside job"? We don't know if this guy is a criminal or just an idiot. I've heard that when you make something more idiot-proof, the world just makes better idiots.
I have worked for tech companies that had various security and ID badge programs, guards at the gates, etc., but nothing that would have prevented me from carrying a few CDs out in my handbag. I also worked at a place that entrusted lot of sensitive info to a vendor -- and the vendor moved all his hardware to his basement in a high-crime neighborhood.
My home burglar alarm went off (false alarm) while I was at work. Someone called me at work and started going on and on in an excited voice in what sounded like Chinese. I couldn't understand a word he was saying. I thought it was a prank call and hung up. They called back again, and repeated the message, and I could just barely make out that they were talking about my alarm going off. By the time I got home the police had given up and were just leaving.
Paranoid? I think not. You can't be too careful who has access to your private medical information. Notice elsewhere in Health Data Management the article GAO Report Rips HHS for Lack of I.T. Security says:
HHS has not consistently implemented effective electronic access controls designed to prevent, limit and detect unauthorized access to sensitive financial and medical information at its operating divisions and contractor-owned facilities," the report states. "Numerous electronic access control vulnerabilities related to network management, user accounts and passwords, user rights and file permissions, and auditing and monitoring of security-related events exist in controls designed to physically secure computer resources, conduct suitable background investigations, segregate duties appropriately, and prevent unauthorized changes to application software.
This may sound like heresy, coming from an English lit. major and book lover, but please consider lightening your load. The older you get, the more books you and your spouse will hoard until your house will start to look like one big, disorganized library with bookshelves everywhere. Every time you move, you'll have a truckload of books to pack up and lug in and out, and soon every wall of your house will be covered by bookshelves with the result that the walls will seem to be closing in on you. (Think Jacob Marley: "I wear the chains I forged in life.")
Start culling the books you've already read or never plan to read. Get rid of the biggest and heaviest ones first. Give them to friends, libraries for resale, Salvation Army, etc. Let your spouse box up books she thinks you don't need, and vice versa, with each of you reserving the right to rescue a few. Make it a goal to get rid of one book for every new book you bring into the house. If you decide a year from now you really want to go back and re-read "For Whom the Bell Tolls," you can check it out of the library.
It's not very PC to call religious folk "loony" -- after all, if the Jews had fallen in with every popular idea, where would they be today, and where would the Bible be -- but you make a good point. We can transcribe every document onto multiple formats today. Still, some last better than others. My family has black and white photos from the 1940s and 1950s that still look good today; we have color photos from the 1960s that are fading and VCR home movies from the 1980s that none of us can look at because our VCR is busted, and we've moved to DVD.I've seen TV programs about all the trouble it takes to keep the original Declaration of Independence from crumbling. What remains? It's hard to beat the Rosetta Stone for one of the most useful and enduring documents ever written/carved.
Handmade documents deserve a certain aura of respect. Have you ever seen the Book of Kells in Dublin? Think of what it took to make an illuminated manuscript. I have worked on Web sites and several newspapers, and they are ephemeral. What remains?
The only written communication Jesus is recorded as making was something he wrote with a stick in sand. Wouldn't you like to know what he wrote?
I live in a state in the U.S. where there is no right-to-work law. They make you sign a paper acknowledging that you can be fired any time for any reason. IT WORKS BOTH WAYS. The boss who hired most of my co-workers and me and championed our work died and was replaced by a weasel who stepped all over everyone and made our lives miserable. I found another job at a place where they needed me immediately, so I just went in, told him I was quitting that very day, stayed a few hours to get my files in order and left. Everyone except my boss came around to say good-bye and wish me well. The next day I started my new job and lived happily ever after. Several of my co-workers have quit or transferred to other departments since then, and even the payroll clerk who sent me my last paycheck attached a sticky note asking if I could help her find a new job.
It's important to keep your escape plan very quiet, until you get your next job lined up. If this guy had treated us decently, I would have given the traditional two weeks' notice. But let's face it, your new loyalty is to your new company and their needs. My old employer was also very aggressive about trying to force us to give them leads on new employees, but what kind of friend would try to steer a friend to work for a hostile employer?
Go on, quit now! Don't look back -- you're not going that way.
I used to play a lot of pinball and learned from it a few lessons of life, such as:
1) You can rack up every feature and score and have all the lights lit up, but if you tilt before you collect, you're still busted. 2) If you can light a match from a foldover matchbook with one hand, you are sober enough to play for money. 3) There is a great satisfaction in the crr-rack sound of the slot dropping down to give you a free game.
I used to have a couple of pinball machines and a shuffle bowling-alley machine in my basement, but eventually the maintenance got to be too much, and I sold them.
Flipper pinball is a great game to play by yourself or with friends, or to make new friends.
Amazing how moms develop that "eyes in the back of the head." A sudden silence, absence of noise or motion around the house, and you just know the toddler is unravelling the toilet paper or eting out of the dog's dish (hey, it looks like Cheerios), or leaning over to retrieve a toy from the edge of the swimming pool. This extends to the tiniest facial expressions that tell you your kid's lying or troubled about something, or you notice the cookie jar lid is slightly awry, or someone got into your purse and didn't close it quite right, or a thousand other little signals. It probably helps the species survive. I can't explain the tsunami warning phenomenon, but a lot of subtle perceptions lie close to the surface, and I think there's a scientific explanation for everything.
Turn up the heat, for f$ck's sake! If you've actually got a GF or SO hanging around, you may have noticed that her lips are turning blue, and she's more likely to be piling on the sweaters or clutching a blanket than prancing around in fantasy lingerie at this chilly time of year. Women get cold! Although there are no doubt individual variations, we generally get colder than you do. (At the risk of being onsidered an insensitive clod, I have no idea how this works for gay couples.)You may be saving a few pennies on the kilowatt-bill, but please, all the roses, chocolates and Valentine's Day teddies and lingerie in the world won't make up for the goosebumps and numb toes she's experiencing if you keep the thermostat too low. So throw another log on the fire, turn up the heat or (mirabile dictu) ask her if she's comfortable. What do you care? You may be sweating like a (ahem) basket, but if this advice works, you'll be nekkid pretty soon anyway, and then you'll be thanking me.
In most of the world, there is no such thing as a doggy bag. -- Prof. Kelly Brownell
Tune in every Wed. on WRVU 8-10 p.m. CST. and don't forget to vote on this week's burning question: Who would win in a fight between the Hamburlgar and Evil Zombie Dave Thomas?
In most of the world there's no such thing as a doggie bag. -- Prof. Kelly Brownell
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Perhaps include the house number or phone number of a place where you lived years ago, or a scrambled version of an imaginary name you had for yourself, or a candy brand that is no longer made? The older you are, and the more secretive, the more material you might have to work with.
The news, the views, the entertainment, the flames, the trolls, the goat stuff, the polls, and for welcoming anyone with the temerity to post a comment into the community of geekdom, and of course for putting Hope College on the map. It's been fun, and surely will survive your departure. Wishing all the best for you and your family.
Go with the flow. Enjoy everything a remote wilderness island in Canada has to offer. Do you think the rest of the world will wilt in despair just because you miss a post or two? Be here (there) now! Enjoy the scenery. Soak in the views! You are in a high latitude during the longest days of the year. How often do you think you will get to have an experience like this? Stop to smell the wild roses. Catch a fish. Cook it in a pan with just butter and maybe some s&p. The "wired" world will still be there when you emerge, but you may never have this experience again. Unplug. Live. Enjoy. Experience. Take some pictures ...or make some sketches (yes, we're talking pencil and paper, maybe even the brown paper your groceries came wrapped in). Upload them when you get back to wherever you currently live. Maybe next year you will go to Africa.
All the best
T1girl
The idea of sticking all my data out in cyberspace on somebody else's servers always seemed a little fluffy anyway.
Most people who live in cities never get to see even a fraction of the night sky. Even thougb I live in rural Colorado where we can see the Milky Way fairly regularly, I want to thank you so much for sharing with everyone what we are missing out on, night after night. This is way better than TV.
Cheers.
These are the same guys who arrogantly rejected digital cellphones for a long time because it would interfere with their market share grasp of analog cellphones.
"He would, wouldn't he?"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandy_Rice-Davies
"Earlier characterizations from people who have seen the results said they would show that events like near collisions and runway interference occur far more frequently than previously recognized. Such information could not be gleaned from the 16,208 pages posted by NASA on its Web site, however, because of information that was edited out. "
Your tax dollars at work.
his reminds me of the time President Bush dismissed an EPA http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2002/06/03/tech/main510920.shtml? Bush dismisses global warming warning on global sarming as the work of the the bureaucracy.
I can't tell you how many presentations I've sat through by otherwise intelligent software vendors who couldn't get their electronic presentations to work (batteries in their laptop quit, couldn't get through their firewall, couldn't get through our firewall, system incompatabilities, etc.) Usually they get the presentation up and running eventually, but it doesn't get them off to a good start with the customer. You should always bring something for your audience to stare at other than the back of your head while you are fiddling with your equipment and mumbling about how it was working just fine back at the home office.
Yeah, he's sitting in a closet, basically, but there is that element of privacy which you don't get in a cube. And his cheap-a$$ employer probably turns down the heat in winter, after-hours and on weekends, when IT guy will no doubt find himself deployed, so he can keep warm from the heat generated by the servers and won't have to freeze his a$$ off. In summer, perhaps he can wear tank tops, the better to show off his tattoos. He didn't say what kind of business he works for. Maybe he likes interacting with his co-workers, maybe not. The more he hides out, the more they will have to come looking for him and be all polite and apologetic for asking him to fix or do anything, and the more grateful and astounded they will be at his wizardry. With a cellphone, he may be able to spend quite a lot of time out in the parking lot smoking cigarettes and/or getting a breath of fresh air.
Happy Boxing Day to All!
Honestly, this makes the http://www.links2love.com/christmas-dogs-cats-jingle-bells-songs.htm dogs barking Jingle Bells and cats meowing We Wish You a Merry Christmas sound like The Hallelujah Chorus.
I wonder how often they had to get their roots (excuse me, we're supposed to call it "regrowth" now) touched up. Did they make a follow-up appointment the same day they got their dye job? Did people keep appointment calendars back then?
Refusing to dye your hair is like telling the truth -- you never have to remember to go back to touch it up, and you never have to try to remember what you said. I'm always amazed that people aren't content with their natural hair color. A dye job may look pretty cool when it's frshly done, but nothing looks worse than black roots peeking through on a blonde or gray roots starting to show on a redhead.
But there must be some very basic desire to change the color of one's hair, since this practice dates back at least to ancient Egypt.
I'm wondering if it comes in right-handed, left-handed and ambidextrous models. Being a petite-sized person with small wrists and rather short arms, I would find this clunky device rather cumbersome. It would feel like having a can of soda strapped to your arm. A larger person with beefy arms might find it too tight, although the armband does appear to be adjustable (it reminds me of a blood-ressuren cuff.) Also, the person in the picture is wearing a short-sleeved shirt. In cold weather, would you wear it over your shirt and sweater, or would you have to roll up your sleeves. I don't even like wearing an ID badge.
Any word on who this guy in Virginia was? I haven't seen him/her identified by name in any of these articles. It would be kind of ironic if the military is protecting the identity of the person who gave up the personal info on millions of soldiers and vets.
How do we know it wasn't an "inside job"? We don't know if this guy is a criminal or just an idiot. I've heard that when you make something more idiot-proof, the world just makes better idiots.
I have worked for tech companies that had various security and ID badge programs, guards at the gates, etc., but nothing that would have prevented me from carrying a few CDs out in my handbag. I also worked at a place that entrusted lot of sensitive info to a vendor -- and the vendor moved all his hardware to his basement in a high-crime neighborhood.
My home burglar alarm went off (false alarm) while I was at work. Someone called me at work and started going on and on in an excited voice in what sounded like Chinese. I couldn't understand a word he was saying. I thought it was a prank call and hung up. They called back again, and repeated the message, and I could just barely make out that they were talking about my alarm going off. By the time I got home the police had given up and were just leaving.
Paranoid? I think not. You can't be too careful who has access to your private medical information. Notice elsewhere in Health Data Management the article GAO Report Rips HHS for Lack of I.T. Security says:
HHS has not consistently implemented effective electronic access controls designed to prevent, limit and detect unauthorized access to sensitive financial and medical information at its operating divisions and contractor-owned facilities," the report states. "Numerous electronic access control vulnerabilities related to network management, user accounts and passwords, user rights and file permissions, and auditing and monitoring of security-related events exist in controls designed to physically secure computer resources, conduct suitable background investigations, segregate duties appropriately, and prevent unauthorized changes to application software.
This may sound like heresy, coming from an English lit. major and book lover, but please consider lightening your load. The older you get, the more books you and your spouse will hoard until your house will start to look like one big, disorganized library with bookshelves everywhere. Every time you move, you'll have a truckload of books to pack up and lug in and out, and soon every wall of your house will be covered by bookshelves with the result that the walls will seem to be closing in on you. (Think Jacob Marley: "I wear the chains I forged in life.")
Start culling the books you've already read or never plan to read. Get rid of the biggest and heaviest ones first. Give them to friends, libraries for resale, Salvation Army, etc. Let your spouse box up books she thinks you don't need, and vice versa, with each of you reserving the right to rescue a few. Make it a goal to get rid of one book for every new book you bring into the house. If you decide a year from now you really want to go back and re-read "For Whom the Bell Tolls," you can check it out of the library.
Both books had already been colored in!
It's not very PC to call religious folk "loony" -- after all, if the Jews had fallen in with every popular idea, where would they be today, and where would the Bible be -- but you make a good point. We can transcribe every document onto multiple formats today. Still, some last better than others. My family has black and white photos from the 1940s and 1950s that still look good today; we have color photos from the 1960s that are fading and VCR home movies from the 1980s that none of us can look at because our VCR is busted, and we've moved to DVD.I've seen TV programs about all the trouble it takes to keep the original Declaration of Independence from crumbling. What remains? It's hard to beat the Rosetta Stone for one of the most useful and enduring documents ever written/carved.
Handmade documents deserve a certain aura of respect. Have you ever seen the Book of Kells in Dublin? Think of what it took to make an illuminated manuscript. I have worked on
Web sites and several newspapers, and they are ephemeral. What remains?
The only written communication Jesus is recorded as making was something he wrote with a stick in sand. Wouldn't you like to know what he wrote?
I live in a state in the U.S. where there is no right-to-work law. They make you sign a paper acknowledging that you can be fired any time for any reason. IT WORKS BOTH WAYS. The boss who hired most of my co-workers and me and championed our work died and was replaced by a weasel who stepped all over everyone and made our lives miserable. I found another job at a place where they needed me immediately, so I just went in, told him I was quitting that very day, stayed a few hours to get my files in order and left. Everyone except my boss came around to say good-bye and wish me well. The next day I started my new job and lived happily ever after. Several of my co-workers have quit or transferred to other departments since then, and even the payroll clerk who sent me my last paycheck attached a sticky note asking if I could help her find a new job.
It's important to keep your escape plan very quiet, until you get your next job lined up. If this guy had treated us decently, I would have given the traditional two weeks' notice. But let's face it, your new loyalty is to your new company and their needs. My old employer was also very aggressive about trying to force us to give them leads on new employees, but what kind of friend would try to steer a friend to work for a hostile employer?
Go on, quit now! Don't look back -- you're not going that way.
I used to play a lot of pinball and learned from it a few lessons of life, such as:
1) You can rack up every feature and score and have all the lights lit up, but if you tilt before you collect, you're still busted.
2) If you can light a match from a foldover matchbook with one hand, you are sober enough to play for money.
3) There is a great satisfaction in the crr-rack sound of the slot dropping down to give you a free game.
I used to have a couple of pinball machines and a shuffle bowling-alley machine in my basement, but eventually the maintenance got to be too much, and I sold them.
Flipper pinball is a great game to play by yourself or with friends, or to make new friends.
Well then, how about the Tour de France?
Amazing how moms develop that "eyes in the back of the head." A sudden silence, absence of noise or motion around the house, and you just know the toddler is unravelling the toilet paper or eting out of the dog's dish (hey, it looks like Cheerios), or leaning over to retrieve a toy from the edge of the swimming pool. This extends to the tiniest facial expressions that tell you your kid's lying or troubled about something, or you notice the cookie jar lid is slightly awry, or someone got into your purse and didn't close it quite right, or a thousand other little signals. It probably helps the species survive.
I can't explain the tsunami warning phenomenon, but a lot of subtle perceptions lie close to the surface, and I think there's a scientific explanation for everything.
Turn up the heat, for f$ck's sake! If you've actually got a GF or SO hanging around, you may have noticed that her lips are turning blue, and she's more likely to be piling on the sweaters or clutching a blanket than prancing around in fantasy lingerie at this chilly time of year. Women get cold! Although there are no doubt individual variations, we generally get colder than you do. (At the risk of being onsidered an insensitive clod, I have no idea how this works for gay couples.)You may be saving a few pennies on the kilowatt-bill, but please, all the roses, chocolates and Valentine's Day teddies and lingerie in the world won't make up for the goosebumps and numb toes she's experiencing if you keep the thermostat too low. So throw another log on the fire, turn up the heat or (mirabile dictu) ask her if she's comfortable. What do you care? You may be sweating like a (ahem) basket, but if this advice works, you'll be nekkid pretty soon anyway, and then you'll be thanking me.
In most of the world, there is no such thing as a doggy bag. -- Prof. Kelly Brownell
Tune in every Wed. on WRVU 8-10 p.m. CST. and don't forget to vote on this week's burning question: Who would win in a fight between the Hamburlgar and Evil Zombie Dave Thomas?
In most of the world there's no such thing as a doggie bag. -- Prof. Kelly Brownell