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2001-08-22

This time the West End run of Caught In The Net will have the cast I always dreamed of:

2001-08-21

On a small copper plaque on the El Camino Real freeway:
Battle of Santa Clara
On January 2, 1847, somewhere hereabouts was fought the last northern battle of the Mexican war. The official casualty report: "dead none, wounded none, missing but one on the American side and he came up shortly afterwards stating that he had been searching for his ramrod which in the excitement he had forgotten to draw from his gun and fired at the enemy"
Dedicated October 14 1978
Mountain Charlie Chapter No 1850
e clampus vitus
"right wrongs nobody"

2001-08-20

I'm attempting to return to the point where I enjoy writing. This may involve some work. But then writing for me has always involved a lot of work, ever since - well, ever since I started getting paid for it. You wouldn't believe how much I struggle over even a few sentences, and often for very little obvious improvement. I truly envy people like Avedon Carol and Richard Kadrey who can write beautifully coherent arguments online at terrifying speed, before logging off and doing their real, paid, writing work.

I'm presuming a little. Maybe they fret as much. Prose appears fully formed, ex nihilo, with no clear idea of how it forms. Except in IRC. I remember being very disturbed when I watched over the shoulder of somebody I knew on IRC, regularly spilling out complete sentences into a channel at a speed I can't even think at, let alone write.

2001-08-19

Well, that didn't take long: a fully packaged key-cracker for 802.11. And it's for wlan-ng too!

Finnegan, the Folk Hero (of HTML).

2001-08-17

Now, you see, now I know people are reading this, I've grown all shy.

2001-08-14

Why do I only find the best writing at 3am? -
Mob Software: The Erotic Life of Code
An Essay in First Person by
Richard P. Gabriel & Ron Goldman

2001-08-11

New jargon: The Warhol Worm

The following is an analysis of a worst case virulence for a computer worm, using existing mechanisms and a modified infection strategy. Such a "Warhol Worm" could infect every vulnerable machine in a 15 minute time period, outpacing human defense. It is important to understand the possible threat, in order to develop better defenses.

"In the future, everybody will have 15 minutes of fame"
-Andy Warhol

2001-08-09

When a teenager decides to build a nuclear reactor in his potting shed.

2001-08-07

Bloody hell, but this weblogging requires requires some discipline.

Today was mostly working on getting a co-loc up and running in London, helping move the Oregon co-loc to a new machine, attending the Sklyarov bail hearing, and finally getting a goddamn backup system running on my home machine.

Wow. Imagine owning a book for a whole semester. What a privilege to be paying for such temporary bounty!

The Steve Ballmer dancing movie we published last Friday has proven to be a bit too popular. Especially, it seems to Mr. 212.110.233.20 , a Russian who is using FlashGet to try and access it five times a second since about 23:50 +0100 last night. It looks like FlashGet completely sucks at understanding 301: Moved Permanently errors.

2001-08-04

Off to wine country.

Running a plate for a date.

Oho. SOAP::Lite has updated. Time to return to the Spoolfeed

2001-08-02

Dmitry gedanken-experiment from Alan Cox.

2001-08-01

Scenes from the Corporate World: Eww. Eesh.

2001-07-31

Hiking in Henry Cowell Redwood State Park with Jonathan, Q and Cait. Jonathan's managed to get his Mobile Mesh routing network going between his house and his neighbours. He definitely has to do a presentation for BAWUG; I threatened to plug the Debian package he's patched up on Tracking for added motivation.

Vim 6 went beta over the weekend! Now it's definitely Tracking.

2001-07-30

Off freeing Dmitry.

2001-07-29

I spent all yesterday coding WAT, my textfile todo handler with Palm synchronisation. This is why I'm not a programmer.

Excellent commentary by John "Catweazel" Gilmore on the DMCA.

EFF won't be able to take every case that comes along. The community's donations to EFF have been gratifying, useful, indeed essential. But there is far more money going into rabid company lawyers than is going into EFF or anywhere else for DMCA legal defense. It's classic public choice economics -- the benefit of the DMCA is concentrated in big profits to small numbers of companies, while the harm of the DMCA is spread widely through society. The companies will spend a lot to get those profits, while relatively few people will want to spend much to defend against them. EFF will have to pick which cases to focus on: ones where we can set precedents and get good leverage that will ultimately help the most people. But some people -- I predict many people -- are going to twist in the wind or in prison for years, before the courts or Congress are pushed into fixing the havoc caused by rabid copyright maximalists. So what if it decimates our profession? We're a tiny minority of society, and we don't bribe any legislators. They'll only notice that we matter after we're gone, when their security infrastructures fall to bits.

Hailstorm explained:
c/o slashdot

2001-07-27

Back from Africa. Feeling fitter, somewhat lighter headed. Caught up in Dmitry-saving, Co-located server mechanics, and reignited local friend-making.

But first, as ever: it's the Call of the Know!

I think I'd be more annoyed about being 7,000 miles away if it wasn't for Cook'd and Bomb'd's rip of the new Brass Eye

Her Brittanic Majesty's Secretary of State Requests And Requires that you give Paul Ford a temporary home.

How long has it been since I was supposed to improve my Crash Into My House Flash file?

Got a UNIX system? Receiving dozens of SirCam e-mails? Join in the fun, and decode those private documents with these commands:

In mutt, select the second attachment, then hit pipe (|), and enter:
dd bs=512 skip=268 > ~/tmp/filenamehere.ext
You might need to use skip=280 if that doesn't work. More suggestions in this USENET posting by Ronan Keryell.

They didn't Free Dimitry. Which is, horribly, a slight relief for me, because I have a column about the situation coming out on Sunday.

Another EFF Project, hosted at Harvard Law school: Chilling Effects Clearing House:

We will be gathering cease and desist notices sent to Internet users, and will analyze those letters in issue-spotting FAQs (informal memos) to be posted on the site.

I have a very crude spam filter: I send anything that isn't from a known mailing list, and doesn't have my name in the From: header, into a suspected spam mailbox which I rarely visit. This works very well, except for mailing lists that I've forgotten to add to the master list. I've just realised that including a

  :0:
  * ^Precedence:.*bulk
  misclist.mbx/
  
entry into my procmailrc should take care of that. It works because spam is the only bulk mail that doesn't admit that it is bulkmail. D'oh!


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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