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"Personal computer security is still an oxymoron."
--Daniel White
(Computational physicist at CASC)
8.29.2010
8.25.2010
All back of the bus and shit...
On the 19 out of Hickam to go meet up with Analogrithms. Studying the wide variety of people that catch the bus while listening to Industrial. The thought of a certian species of squid came across my mind. This species of squid has biochromesence and lives in shallow water. My thoughts are around the mating habits of the females. The females will only mate with the physically strong male specimens. But, if a smaller less stronger male is able to trick the territorial larger male into thinking he's a female and allow him to approach the female. Female will recognize that the smaller is not a female or as strong, but its very cunning. The female will allow the smaller to mate with her with the understanding that cunning or intelligence is also trait used for survival other that physicality.
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7.25.2010
Luna Sea
Waxing Gibbous... The night before a full moon. Its a horrible night to spend it indoors or intoxicated. And yet I know many that are.
As I sit on the warm hood of my car I take in one of the and yet unspoiled pleasures of the world. I gaze across the ocean taking in the light of the nights beautiful moon. I watch as the wind moves the sea, scattering the light of the moons reflection. The darkened sky glows with the purity of the moons shine. The few and scattered clouds show their silver lining as they intermittently mask The Goddess. In the back, the mellow melody of Industrial echos in the chilled night air with the occasional distant passing car. Breathe deep the scent of the evening of slightly misted sea air and algea. Search the heavens of sparkled diamonds and seek The Hunter faded in the amber and orange glow of the city. The sky begins to gently light into hues of light blues against orange and yellow pockets. It is late and the sun is beginning to rise. Nested birds wake and chirp, affirming the mourning of the moon. I surrender admittence and retreat to the comfort of my cave. ... But all is not lost. My mistress shall return again and tomorrow... She will be at the peak of her cycle.
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7.24.2010
when computers do everything....
you can't get them to do anything. Trying to get facebook to update when I post a new blog automaticaly. maybe its a timed thing... hopefully this'll be up on facebook in the morning so I don't rack my brain over it.
yes, it's harder than you think. ... and that IS what she said!
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7.20.2010
my new regiment
decided to try use some pills to take care of the stuff I can't meditate out. Biotin, collagen, gelatin, st. johns wort, and centrum performance.
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7.10.2010
Do you believe in the user?
As with all retards on intoxicants, I came across an epiphany tonight. Reality is a circuit board and we are charge in that board. Our lives surge across the manufactured and laid paths of logic. Our choices are the resulting logic of electrical signals through a silicon chip. All answers are run series of yes or no, on or off, and positive or negative logic thats be pre-programmed by the laws of physics and logic. Thousands of simple yes or no questions to answer a simple thing like what type of coffee to drink at Starbucks or whether or not to go to mcdonalds or jack in the box. Small and almost insignificant questions that we over look like what type of chocolate flavor or what size. Do I go to College after School or do I straight into the work industry? In either case, which field or expertise should I persue? Do I really like the color black or is it mass social mind programming that tells me that I do?
7.09.2010
Some men actually have lives to live
This is the first; and probably not the last, of blog posts about my bachelorism. I know that its not impossible for me to be in a relationship. I just really don't have the time or energy to do the labrynth of modern day courtship. From what I've experienced, women are always ... narcisistic(sp?).They're either introverted or extroverted narcisists The ones that aren't obviously hounding you for attention are being quite and schemeing about why you are not showering them with it.
I'm an adopted only-child. I admit that I'm spoiled. Growing up. with out siblings has more or less made non-reliant on relationships. I didn't have brothers or sisters to ask about growing up in this day and age. I only had my loving parents that taught me virtues and how to live strong and independent. You can't really ask them about modern social behavior or interactions. They are just simply too out-of-date for someone to be socially ept. That being said, I am not in the habit of cancelling plans or modifying my schedule because of some elses plans to stay home and "cuddle" and they didn't bother to let me know ahead of time. I have other things in life to do. And. I don't quite see the reasoning or weighing of cuddleing all night to productive social networking and exposure to support cultural enriching and promoting hobbies. Or studying for a certification to advance career opprotunities and pay... and practicing and enhancing skill sets to aid in the fore mentioned activities. One could state the "stop and smell the roses" thing, but all that I do is not for me. The more that I do, the harder I work, and the more successful I become is to honor my parents and what they did for me through out my life. Its a reason to give them pride and to continuosly do it. There's nothing I can do to honor them enough or give them enough pride for what they've done for me. Choosing honor and pride for my parents over my life satisfaction is a no brainer.
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7.07.2010
We are Borg
Welcome to the 21st century where many a fascinatings are. We have small, portable, communication devices that network our lives into the virtual world. We have paper thin mechanisms that move at our whims and a highly structured society.
God... what is the world coming to when our lives are bottle necked in to these small little devices. God forbid that a solar flares radiances fries every computer chip in the world.
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3.05.2010
Birth of a hackor
Yep, I'm bored at the monthly Defcon and 2600 meeting again. Just me as usual. I know that some people wonder why I bother if nobody shows up. I keep telling my self that it's the reason some people leave the light on in the windows. It may be to show people that there are people like that are around. It might be to welcome the like minded in to a welcoming environment. I may be a beacon for what I think Hawaii needs. That would be an influx of technology minded people that not only hack/mod because it's career related; but because we are passionate about it.
By definition that was given to my by Hellfire; I've been hacking since I was knee high and boot kickable and well before I even knew what hacking was. From taking apart.... pretty much damn near anything I could get my hands on. First it was one of those old school metal power multiplexer (MPM); these days they're called "surge protectors". But, this one was so old it didn't have surge protection. I took that thing apart because I was told to get it. When I grabbed the MPM it was plugged in and it shocked me when my fingers touch the bottom. Naturally, I unplugged it and started to wonder what that feeling was and how it happened. Whipping out my toolkit; a regretful Christmas present from my parents, I opened it up. I noticed that a wire was frayed just after the power cable went into the metal housing. It had been touching the bottom metal plate which induced the shocks. Not knowing what to do after that, I showed it to my Dad. Who then just taped it off with some electrical tape. In retrospect, taping it probably was not the best idea. After that it was VCR's.
My house is literally in the boondags of the Big Island. We were considered lucky to have lines for electric and phone coming in. No cable TV because Oceanic Cable didn't see it cost effective to run any that far out; I'm talking about Hawaii Ocean View Estates. Too far out for Over-The-Air T.V., not that it mattered since most times it was only four channels that were as static as hell. Satellite TV didn't even have coverage in the area at the time. All we had in our house to watch was VHS tapes; and we had a big library of them. The VHS players frequently broke down due to "High Usage" and the dusty environment. After my parents kept taking it to repair shops for godly repair prices they decided to try and do some Preventive Maintenance and do what they could to fix it on their own. That consisted of VHS head cleaner tapes and the occasional opening of the player to blow the dust out and swab the reader head with a q-tip and rubbing alcohol. I got quite used to doing when one day the player decided to eat a tape. It was one of Mom's favorite Shirley Temple tapes. Instead of making due the other 15 she had, we tried to remove the tape carefully. Instead of just ripping it out like usual. In the process I learned that there were little arms and gears that lifted the edge of the cassette to expose the tape. Another set of arms gently pulled the tape to make contact with the reader head; a metal cylinder type thing in the middle. After sliding the tape up and over the arms to release it I noticed what happens in the insert and eject process. I also noticed that recording head was some how connected to a pole or tab on the side. that would be for the write-protect tab. I also noticed small components on the board. Later after some research, I learned that the board is called Printed Circuit Board (PCB) and the components I was looking at were capacitors, resistors, motors, and chips. Thus teaching me to what a "computer" was. This was the early 90's by the way; yes, I lived under a rock.
My first computer was a fifth-hand-me-down. It was a Hewlett-Packard. Yes, it was before they became "HP". I can't remember the model for the life of me. I got this when I was a freshman in High School. Thankfully, my aunts and uncles all told my parents that I will "NEED" a computer for school. If it wasn't for the "NEED", I probably would have never got it. In High School, I signed up for the Cisco Lab. At that time I didn't know what Cisco was. I just heard that I get to spend an entire period in a computer lab and I would constantly be on the computer. The class was for the Cisco Networking Academy; I took all four years of it. I didn't really care about the class at the time. I just did the work; which was easy, and played Starcraft and Counter Strike all day. My teacher; Mr. Fuller, had this habit of formatting all the drives at the end of the year and disassembling the workstations as much as possible. He also removed the configs on the switches and routers for the classroom as well and cutting off the ends of the cables. He knew that all we do was play computer games all day. His reasoning was that he would let us play with out complaint or restriction as longs as we could. That would mean reassembling everything, installing all the software, configuring the routers and switches, and still be able to hide the game server. ;) After the third year I learned something. Ghost the machines and TFTP the router and switch configs to a disk. What normally took us three months to do I was able to get us to do in three days. It was one of those "I'm scouring at you, but I'm also patting you on the back" moments. After that he selected me as the King Geek on campus
By definition that was given to my by Hellfire; I've been hacking since I was knee high and boot kickable and well before I even knew what hacking was. From taking apart.... pretty much damn near anything I could get my hands on. First it was one of those old school metal power multiplexer (MPM); these days they're called "surge protectors". But, this one was so old it didn't have surge protection. I took that thing apart because I was told to get it. When I grabbed the MPM it was plugged in and it shocked me when my fingers touch the bottom. Naturally, I unplugged it and started to wonder what that feeling was and how it happened. Whipping out my toolkit; a regretful Christmas present from my parents, I opened it up. I noticed that a wire was frayed just after the power cable went into the metal housing. It had been touching the bottom metal plate which induced the shocks. Not knowing what to do after that, I showed it to my Dad. Who then just taped it off with some electrical tape. In retrospect, taping it probably was not the best idea. After that it was VCR's.
My house is literally in the boondags of the Big Island. We were considered lucky to have lines for electric and phone coming in. No cable TV because Oceanic Cable didn't see it cost effective to run any that far out; I'm talking about Hawaii Ocean View Estates. Too far out for Over-The-Air T.V., not that it mattered since most times it was only four channels that were as static as hell. Satellite TV didn't even have coverage in the area at the time. All we had in our house to watch was VHS tapes; and we had a big library of them. The VHS players frequently broke down due to "High Usage" and the dusty environment. After my parents kept taking it to repair shops for godly repair prices they decided to try and do some Preventive Maintenance and do what they could to fix it on their own. That consisted of VHS head cleaner tapes and the occasional opening of the player to blow the dust out and swab the reader head with a q-tip and rubbing alcohol. I got quite used to doing when one day the player decided to eat a tape. It was one of Mom's favorite Shirley Temple tapes. Instead of making due the other 15 she had, we tried to remove the tape carefully. Instead of just ripping it out like usual. In the process I learned that there were little arms and gears that lifted the edge of the cassette to expose the tape. Another set of arms gently pulled the tape to make contact with the reader head; a metal cylinder type thing in the middle. After sliding the tape up and over the arms to release it I noticed what happens in the insert and eject process. I also noticed that recording head was some how connected to a pole or tab on the side. that would be for the write-protect tab. I also noticed small components on the board. Later after some research, I learned that the board is called Printed Circuit Board (PCB) and the components I was looking at were capacitors, resistors, motors, and chips. Thus teaching me to what a "computer" was. This was the early 90's by the way; yes, I lived under a rock.
My first computer was a fifth-hand-me-down. It was a Hewlett-Packard. Yes, it was before they became "HP". I can't remember the model for the life of me. I got this when I was a freshman in High School. Thankfully, my aunts and uncles all told my parents that I will "NEED" a computer for school. If it wasn't for the "NEED", I probably would have never got it. In High School, I signed up for the Cisco Lab. At that time I didn't know what Cisco was. I just heard that I get to spend an entire period in a computer lab and I would constantly be on the computer. The class was for the Cisco Networking Academy; I took all four years of it. I didn't really care about the class at the time. I just did the work; which was easy, and played Starcraft and Counter Strike all day. My teacher; Mr. Fuller, had this habit of formatting all the drives at the end of the year and disassembling the workstations as much as possible. He also removed the configs on the switches and routers for the classroom as well and cutting off the ends of the cables. He knew that all we do was play computer games all day. His reasoning was that he would let us play with out complaint or restriction as longs as we could. That would mean reassembling everything, installing all the software, configuring the routers and switches, and still be able to hide the game server. ;) After the third year I learned something. Ghost the machines and TFTP the router and switch configs to a disk. What normally took us three months to do I was able to get us to do in three days. It was one of those "I'm scouring at you, but I'm also patting you on the back" moments. After that he selected me as the King Geek on campus
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