Saturday, July 17, 2004

CRIPTO - A Short Story

There was once a far away land called Ruritania, and in Ruritania there was a strange phenomenon—all the trees that grew in Ruritainia were transparent. Now, in the days when people had lived in mud huts, this had not been a problem, but now high-tech wood technology had been developed, and in the new age of wood, everyone in Ruritania found that their homes were all 100% see through. Now, until this point, no one ever thought of allowing the police to spy on someone’s home, but the new technology made this tempting. This being a civilized country, however, warrants were required to use binoculars and watch someone in their home. The police, taking advantage of this, would get warrants to use binoculars and peer in to see what was going on. Occasionally, they would use binoculars without a warrant, but everyone pretended that this didn’t happen.
One day, a smart man invented paint—and if you painted your house, suddenly the police couldn’t watch all your actions at will. Things would go back to the way they were in the old age—completely private.
Indignant, the state decided to try to require that all homes have video cameras installed in every nook and cranny. “After all”, they said, “with this new development crime could run rampant. Installing video cameras doesn’t mean that the police get any new capability— they are just keeping the old one.”
A wise man pointed out that citizens were not obligated to make the lives of the police easy, that the police had survived all through the mud hut age without being able to watch the citizens at will, and that Ruritania was a civilized country where not everything that was expedient was permitted. For instance, in a neighboring country, it had been discovered that torture was an extremely effective way to solve crimes. Ruritania had banned this practice in spite of its expedience. Indeed, “why have warrants at all”, he asked, “if we are interested only in expedience?”
A famous paint technologist, Dorothy Quisling, intervened however. She noted that people might take photographs of children masturbating should the new paint technology be widely deployed without safeguards, and the law was passed.
Soon it was discovered that some citizens would cover their mouths while speaking to each other, thus preventing the police from reading their lips through the video cameras. This had to be prevented, the police said. After all, it was preventing them from conducting their lawful surveillance. The wise man pointed out that the police had never before been allowed to listen in on people’s homes, but Dorothy Quisling pointed out that people might use this new invention of covering their mouths with veils to discuss the kidnapping and mutilation of children. No one in the legislature wanted to be accused of being in favor of mutilating children, but then again, no one wanted to interfere in people’s rights to wear what they liked, so a compromise was reached whereby all homes were installed with microphones in each room to accompany the video cameras. The wise man lamented few if any child mutilations had ever been solved by the old lip reading technology, but it was too late—the microphones were installed everywhere.
However, it was discovered that this was insufficient to prevent citizens from hiding information from the authorities, because some of them would cleverly speak in languages that the police could not understand. A new law was proposed to force all citizens to speak at all times only in Ruritanian, and, for good measure, to require that they speak clearly and distinctly near the microphones. “After all”, Dorothy Quisling pointed out, “they might be using the opportunity to speak in private to mask terrorist activities!” Terrorism struck terror into everyone’s hearts, and they rejoiced at the brilliance of this new law.

Meanwhile, the wise man talked one evening to his friends on how all of this was making a sham of the constitution of Ruritania, of which all Ruritanians were proud. “Why”, he asked, “are we obligated to sacrifice all our freedom and privacy to make the lives of the police easier? There isn’t any real evidence that this makes any big dent in crime anyway! All it does is make our privacy forfeit to the state!”

However, the wise man made the mistake of saying this, as the law required, in Ruritanian, clearly and distinctly, and near a microphone. Soon, the newly formed Ruritanian Secret Police arrived and took him off, and got him to confess by torturing him. Torture was, after all, far more efficient than the old methods, and had been recently instituted to stop the recent wave of people thinking obscene thoughts about tomatoes, which Dorothy Quisling noted was one of the major problems of the new age of plenty and joy.

end of story
Richard Crisp
Cupertino, Ca.

I have had this story for about 20 years. It seems Richard composed it about 20 years to soon......... Ajacks

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Marbles - A short story

A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the basement ham radio-shack
with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the
other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those
lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you
about it.

I turned the dial up into the phone portion of the band on my ham
radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning swap net. Along the way, I
came across an older sounding chap, with a tremendous signal and a golden
voice. You know the kind; he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting
business. He was telling whomever he was talking with something about "a
thousand marbles."

I was intrigued and stopped to listen to what he had to say.

"Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you're busy with your job. I'm sure
they pay you well but it's a shame you have to be away from home and your
family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or
seventy hours a week to make ends meet. Too bad you missed your daughter's
dance recital" he continued. "Let me tell you something that has helped me
keep a good perspective on my own priorities."

And that's when he began to explain his theory of a "thousand
marbles."

"You see, I sat down one day and did a little arithmetic. The
average person lives about seventy-five years. I know, some live more and
some live less, but on average, folks live about seventy-five years. "Now
then, I multiplied 75 times 52 and I came up with 3900, which is the number
of Saturdays that the average person has in their entire lifetime. Now,
stick with me, Tom, I'm getting to the important part.. It took me until I
was fifty-five years old to think about all this in any detail", he went
on, "and by that time I had lived through over twenty-eight hundred
Saturdays."

"I got to thinking that if I lived to be seventy-five, I only had
about a thousand of them left to enjoy. So I went to a toy store and bought
every single marble they had. I ended up having to visit three toy stores
to round up 1000 marbles. I took them home and put them inside a large,
clear plastic container right here in the shack next to my gear."

"Every Saturday since then, I have taken one marble out and thrown
it away. I found that by watching the marbles diminish, I focused more on
the really important things in life.

There is nothing like watching your time here on this earth run out
to help get your priorities straight.

"Now let me tell you one last thing before I sign-off with you and
take my lovely wife out for breakfast. This morning, I took the very last
marble out of the container. I figure that if I make it until next Saturday
then I have been given a little extra time. And the one thing we can all
use is a little more time."

"It was nice to meet you Tom, I hope you spend more time with your
family, and I hope to meet you again here on the band".

"This is a 75 Year old Man, K9NZQ, clear and going QRT, good
morning".

You could have heard a pin drop on the band when this fellow signed
off. I guess he gave us all a lot to think about. I had planned to work on
the antenna that morning, and then I was going to meet up with a few hams
to work on the next club newsletter. Instead, I went upstairs and woke my
wife up with a kiss. "C'mon honey, I'm taking you and the kids to
breakfast." "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile. Oh, nothing
special, it's just been a long time since we spent a Saturday together with

the kids. And hey, can we stop at a toy store while we're out? I need to
buy some marbles...


By........ Unknown



Jonathan (Jack) Demaree

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http://wb9otx.com
http://dailyfoto.com
http://wb9otx.com/blog/

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Browser Hijacking

Yesterday I worked on a machine that had a nasty virus. I had to remove it manually by doing a search for the infected files then edit the registry. All went well and after the machine was restarted, poof it was gone. I ran a full scan with Norton’s and found four more but they were not active and were removed / deleted quickly.

I then downloaded and installed SpyBot. The program was ran and found 152 files that contained spy ware. SpyBot did a good job by removing the tattletale files, but the browser start page pointed to a page that tuned my face red an even embarrassed me. You see the lady that owned the computer was looking over my shoulder when the page loaded. She told me that awful Web page just came up one morning when the machine was booted up. I said no problem; I’ll get MSN.com back for you.

Easier said than done I found out. I tried all the tricks I new but none worked. Every time I typed in a bogus URL or rebooted, up came the nasty page. This hijacker hacker had outsmarted me but good.

To make a long story shorter, I went to good old Google and started the search to try to figure out how to fix this mess. After finding several pages that were telling me what I already had tried I found this page called Browser Hijacking. I read all the fixes and applied one that finally worked. After backing up an editing the registry the nasty was gone for good.

This is one great thing about the Net, it may be hard to find the answer to your problem, but it is out there somewhere. Thank you to the author of Browser Hijacking page, he made me look like a computer guru in the lady’s eyes. She thought I new it all along.
Take a look at it here: http://www.spywareinfo.com/articles/hijacked/
You can find SpyBot here: http://www.safer-networking.org/en/spybotsd/index.html
Another good spy-ware remover is Ad-Aware, find it here: http://www.lavasoftusa.com/software/adaware/

Have a great day,
Ajacks http://RipleyCounty.net

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Operation AC

You should look at this page.

http://www.operationac.com/