Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Capital One data center points to the future | Business | richmond.com


Back in 2014...

Tuesday, May 14, 2019

Hacker Puts Hosting Service Code Spaces Out of Business | Threatpost

 Code Spaces, a code-hosting and software collaboration platform, has been put out of business by an attacker who deleted the company's data and backups.

More:
https://threatpost.com/hacker-puts-hosting-service-code-spaces-out-of-business/106761/

Thursday, May 2, 2019

DevOpsDays Washington, DC 2019



Devopsdays Washington, DC

JULY 8 - 9, 2019

Ronald Reagan Building and International Trade Center, Washington, D.C.
1300 Pennsylvania Ave NW, Washington, D.C. 20004
A house divided against itself cannot stand.

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

"Today you.... tomorrow me."



Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn't too stoked on the practice. Then some shit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.  


This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people's cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.  


Anyway, each of these times this shit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn't loan them out "for my safety" but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say shit like "this country is going to hell in a handbasket."  


But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.  He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn't careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. Fuck.  No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man's hand but he wouldn't take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best fucking tamale I have ever had.  So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow...  


But we aren't done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My fucking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won't take it. All I can think to say is "Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor" with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:  


"Today you.... tomorrow me."  


Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best fucking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn't deal.  


In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won't accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:  


"Today you.... tomorrow me."  


tl;dr: long rambling story about how the kindness of strangers, particularly folks from south of the border, forced me to be more helpful on the road and in life in general. I am sure it won't be as meaningful to anyone else but it was seriously the highlight of my 2010.  


**edit: To the OP, sorry to jack your thread, this has nothing to do with Hitch Hiking. I sort of thought I could just get this off my chest, enjoy the catharsis and watch the story languish at the bottom of the page. Glad people like hearing the tale and I hope it moves you to be more helpful in your day to day. **

Saturday, March 9, 2019

A Florida Massage Parlor Owner Has Been Selling Chinese Execs Access to Trump at Mar-a-Lago – Mother Jones


The latest Trump political donor to draw controversy is Li Yang, a 45-year-old Florida entrepreneur from China who founded a chain of spas and massage parlors that included the one where New England Patriots owner Bob Kraft was recently busted for soliciting prostitution. She made the news this week when the Miami Herald reportedthat last month she had attended a Super Bowl viewing party at Donald Trump's West Palm Beach golf club and had snapped a selfie with the president during the event. Though Yang no longer owns the spa Kraft allegedly visited, the newspaper noted that other massage parlors her family runs have "gained a reputation for offering sexual services." 

Spaf’s take on The RSA 2019 Conference - CERIAS - Purdue University

 https://www.cerias.purdue.edu/site/blog/post/the_rsa_2019_conference/

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Sinner

 I am a self-avowed practicing bacon and shellfish eater. Sometimes I eat them TOGETHER. I also wear blended fabrics ALL THE TIME! I guess I am truly unfit to ever be Clergy in the UMC.

We are all sinners.

Why are some sinners singled out for special punishment?

Who decides which sins are OK and which are not?

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Quick-Start & Step by Step Guides | Plex Support

 https://support.plex.tv/articles/200264746-quick-start-step-by-step-guides/


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AWS re:Invent 2018 Architecture Icons

 Multiple formats, ready for download.

https://aws.amazon.com/architecture/icons/

Insider leaks Trump's "Executive Time"-filled private schedules


Holy crap...

What the schedules show: Trump, an early riser, usually spends the first 5 hours of the day in Executive Time. Each day's schedule places Trump in "Location: Oval Office" from 8 to 11 a.m.

  • But Trump, who often wakes before 6 a.m., is never in the Oval during those hours, according to six sources with direct knowledge.
  • Instead, he spends his mornings in the residence, watching TV, reading the papers, and responding to what he sees and reads by phoning aides, members of Congress, friends, administration officials and informal advisers.

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Microsoft Azure data deleted because of DNS outage – Naked Security


Oh wow!  
This looks like a rather poor design. 
No failsafe? 
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Microsoft deleted several Transparent Data Encryption (TDE) databases in Azure, holding live customer information. TDE databases dynamically encrypt the information they store, decrypting it when customers access it. Keeping the data encrypted at rest stops an intruder with access to the database from reading the information.

While there are different approaches to encrypting these tables, many Azure users store their own encryption keys in Microsoft's Key Vault encryption key management system, in a process called Bring Your Own Key (BYOK).

The deletions were automated, triggered by a script that drops TDE database tables when their corresponding keys can no longer be accessed in the Key Vault, explained Microsoft in a letter reportedly sent to customers

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Nobody likes leftover McDonalds...

 Rank-and-file Democrats reject Trump's invitation to shutdown talks, back Pelosi in opposition to border wall

https://www.washingtonpost.com/business/economy/rank-and-file-democrats-reject-trumps-invitation-to-shutdown-talks-backing-leaders-in-united-opposition-to-border-wall/2019/01/15/2539482e-18d2-11e9-9ebf-c5fed1b7a081_story.html

Bentley S1



The Bentley S1 (originally simply "Bentley S") was a luxury car produced by Bentley Motors Limited from 1955 until 1959. The S1 was derived from Rolls-Royce's complete redesign of its standard production car after World War II, the Silver Cloud. Each was its maker's last standard production car with an independent chassis. The S-series Bentley was given the Rolls-Royce - Bentley L Series V8 engine in late 1959 and named the S2. Twin headlamps and a facelift to the front arrived in late 1962, resulting in the S3. In late 1965 the S3 was replaced by the new unitary construction Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow-derived T series.

Bentley S
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bentley_S1


Saturday, January 12, 2019

emmet swimming: "Earplugs 50 Cents" - The Washington Post

 Taped at the 9:30 club in Washington and Alley Katz in Richmond, the Fairfax-bred quartet revisits more than a dozen tunes, infusing many of them with a bar band energy that seldom survived the band's studio efforts. If these shows weren't exactly liberating experiences for the group, they nevertheless come across that way, fueled by now vibrant, now passionate, now colorfully recast versions of "Arlington," "South Bristol, ME," "Jump in the Water," "Sunblock" and other tunes worth reprising. Clearly lead singer Todd Watts, who boasts the band's trademark baritone, viewed these concerts as something more than just a casual stroll down memory lane. That's apparent even when he knows he'll be sharing the vocals with the crowd on the anthemic (and amusingly rearranged) "Arlington."


https://www.washingtonpost.com/archive/lifestyle/1999/07/02/emmet-swimming-earplugs-50-cents/b72a7377-04fb-4cfd-b257-32e20d602b41/

Friday, January 11, 2019

Trackdown: The End of the World (S1.E30)


Available on YouTube https://youtu.be/h1D2ynASqe4

Trackdown: The End of the World (S1.E30)
Hoby has to deal with a snake oil salesman selling the end of the world to a town filled with gullible people.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0732741/

Thursday, January 10, 2019