We will in due time have more "Why and Wherefore;" however, today it was preempted by my read of Paul Greenberg's column, Glow, Little Glow Worm, Glow (one source being http://www.jewishworldreview.com/cols/greenberg122810.php3). Our immediate reaction was, "That's pure Haldeman!" As in Joe Haldeman, possibly my favorite living science fiction writer who, in his Worlds trilogy, described a devastating cyber attack by baddies against the computer systems upon which the goodies were dependent. (Question: Does that precis qualify as the most brutal plot distillation in history or what?) Our second reaction was mixed: Should we be glad that the story is flying under the radar, or annoyed at yet another example of the mal (or is it non?) feasance of the selective sycophants who now pass for media? Then I actually thought about it.
The column claims that the Iranian nuclear program has been stopped dead in its tracks by Stuxnet, a diabolical digital worm that eats centrifuges. Ladies and gentlemen, it's over, to the degree that the internet is "it." If unstoppable centrifuge-eating technology exists, how is it possible that unstoppable mass storage (as in server farm) eating technology (MSET) does not? First reaction might be DVDs of anything important. Great idea, unless the MSET worm, like Stuxnet, was launched some time prior to activation, to contaminate as many systems as possible undetected. And that, therefore, every DVD burned for the last what -- one year? two years? since yesterday? -- contains the evil code.
Think paper...
Tell me why I'm wrong. Please.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Why and Wherefore
The bell trio from HMS Pinafore notwithstanding, I'd like to lay out a few items for the edification of anyone so hard up for things to do that would actually read this. One my favorite nieces inspired me to take pen to blog some years ago. I will not compromise her with a link, because her last post is April, 2009. (Caution taken.) My major hesitation in following her footsteps was that I perceived just getting started as akin to boiling the ocean. Who am I that anyone should care what I think? For now, see the profile and my website, and...
Reminant? Poetic and internet license. The cognoscenti (and the spel cheker) know it's Remnant, a concept (in my context) introduced in the old testament books of Kings and delightfully paraphrased by Albert Jay Nock. Kindred souls who Google "remnant" will immediately recognize that almost no one who claims the mantle has any business getting near it. I thus capture a concept and yet stay separate from one crowd of idiots, and thus enjoy use of a keyword that has not been squatted upon and otherwise defiled. It also alliterates with...
Rumination? From ruminant. Bovine, (allegedly) gentle beast whose afternoon repose is occupied digesting the more resisting bits earlier consumed. Sounds good to me. Intellectual digesting and (metaphor not to be taken literally here) some bits passed to others (should there be any others) for their own digestion. (And yes, my beloved niece, there will occasionally be recipes.)
CaseyJ? J is for Jones. Mr. Jones was a famous engineer with the Illinois Central, celebrated in song, who would (correctly) have gone to jail had he, in our age, executed the wreck that killed him, and had somehow survived it. So unrelenting a railroad enthusiast was I as a child that I, to my mother's chagrin, was taught by my father to write "Casey" before I was taught my own name. Railroads and railroading are important, actually and metaphorically.
Much more, but for now, I circle back to HMS Pinafore and simply say...
Reminant? Poetic and internet license. The cognoscenti (and the spel cheker) know it's Remnant, a concept (in my context) introduced in the old testament books of Kings and delightfully paraphrased by Albert Jay Nock. Kindred souls who Google "remnant" will immediately recognize that almost no one who claims the mantle has any business getting near it. I thus capture a concept and yet stay separate from one crowd of idiots, and thus enjoy use of a keyword that has not been squatted upon and otherwise defiled. It also alliterates with...
Rumination? From ruminant. Bovine, (allegedly) gentle beast whose afternoon repose is occupied digesting the more resisting bits earlier consumed. Sounds good to me. Intellectual digesting and (metaphor not to be taken literally here) some bits passed to others (should there be any others) for their own digestion. (And yes, my beloved niece, there will occasionally be recipes.)
CaseyJ? J is for Jones. Mr. Jones was a famous engineer with the Illinois Central, celebrated in song, who would (correctly) have gone to jail had he, in our age, executed the wreck that killed him, and had somehow survived it. So unrelenting a railroad enthusiast was I as a child that I, to my mother's chagrin, was taught by my father to write "Casey" before I was taught my own name. Railroads and railroading are important, actually and metaphorically.
Much more, but for now, I circle back to HMS Pinafore and simply say...
I 'm an American! Behold me!
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