A few months ago, I got a request from an old friend in the security world, to come teach a class for a group of young women that are being jump-started with an “information security boot camp” that is being run under the aegis of NASA.
A lawyer I was working for once described the doctrine of estoppel as “Seriously, now, who are you trying to kid?”
I’m not a big fan of professional sports. Generally, that’s got nothing to do with the sports, themselves, since the professionals typically play at the highest level of the game. My disliking for professional sports has more to do with my feeling that the audience places itself in a weirdly supplicant role that makes me uncomfortable; they act as though they know and feel something about/for the athlete, in spite of the rather obvious fact that generally, they don’t.
Now that the slab is done, the rest is pretty straightforward.
When the New Deal was over, capitalism remained intact.
Oh, Georgia, you’re just full of racist assholes, aren’t you? They’re up to their same old tricks.
Ten years ago I was invited to speak at a conference in Norway, at Svalbard. The conference was cancelled because Svalbard, which was a cold and snowy place, was experiencing a heat-wave and it was a mud-choked mess unsuitable for people wandering about it.
I’ve got a couple blades that need to be quenched and tempered.
A while ago, [stderr] I mentioned a movie that a I shot with an unindicted co-conspirator back in 2012. I’m thrilled to say that it’s finished!
Voyager sent me a delicious and delightful care package, including a piece of someone’s jaw to make a mold from.