Eschew Obfuscation

First things, first:

• Yes, I voted.  I always do.
• No, I won’t tell you my vote if you don’t already know.
• No, I won’t ask you what you voted.  Ever.

It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen people get so involved in the legislative process.

Scores of new voters have turned out to vote for different issues and to truly put “The Process” to the test.

That is truly wonderful.

Unfortunately, in the press to win the day, both sides have managed to polarize people who would normally be quite happy to associate with each other.  Hurtful accusations fly across all of the various media channels as people in and out of the spotlight pontificate on the rights, abuses and motivations of “those people” depending on what side you’re on.  Both Yes and No on 8 sites have “fact” lists that  directly contradict each other.

Madness. 

If I vote Yes, my choice of labels are (aside from the normal idiot redneck labels):

• bigot
• hypocrite
• intolerant
• liar
• racist
• many others revolving around my desire to reinstate slavery

If I vote No, my choice of labels are (aside from the normal anti-homosexual labels):

• anti-family
• liar
• sinner
• and so forth (actually, I’ve not seen a good number of these, please comment)

How is it that people who would normally encourage debate on any topic suddenly become overwhelmingly
intolerant when these issues play out in the public space?

How can people claim to be enlightened and tolerant and then engage in name calling?

I’m truly disappointed at several self-claimed enlightened people for becoming the thing they condemn
claim to dislike most.  Demeaning someone or calling them names for voting their conscience in some hope
that they can intimidate them into changing their mind is a horrible thing to do.

Shame on you for becoming what you despise.
Shame on you for reducing yourself to useless name calling.
Shame on you for trading in your intellectual privilege.

Go pick a bar fight if you want to argue that way.

written by halfdime \\ tags: politics

I’ve had a long standing fascination with board sports and have recently been taking note of the enthusiasm with which a buddy of mine has for the sport.

Combine his enthusiasm, willingness to teach and loan me a board with my long standing fascination with the sport and you have the exact combination to get me in the water at 0630 on a Thursday morning before work.

Wow!  What a way to start the day!  Even though what I was doing in the water can only be described as entertaining the real surfers, it was wonderful.  I can’t think of a better way to kick off my day.

After about half an hour of paddle-paddle-splash and then a couple of failed attempts at sitting on the board - which, by the way, would appear to have been my buddies favorite part of the show since he was willing to take a slapper in the head to watch me careen over like an upside down buoy - I was exhausted.  I’m not even sure that I actually made it for half an hour.

So, wiped out, I paddle-paddle-splashed my way towards shore and caught a couple of long board belly waves on the way in.  I hung on the sand for about another twenty minutes watching my buddy surf and then he came in and we left.

We left the beach and went to the coffee shop for some coffee and hot chocolate.  We hung out for about another thirty and then went into work.

I’m hooked.  I’m going again this week even though I’m still sore from last time.

Hopefully I’ll get to hang one this week.

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When considering the things in life I’ve done and the various hazardous situations I’ve found/put myself in, I wonder at times what my true fascination is with fire.

No, really.  I must have something wired backwards in my head.

My internal dialogue goes something like this:

“Oh, look.  That’s a fire.”

“I bet it’s hot.”

“Oh, I doubt it’s nearly as hot as that OTHER fire we saw the other day.”

“You think so, eh?  How could we test that out?”

“I’d just stick my hand in there.  To make it scientific, count the number of singed hairs in a two second exposure.”

“Right!”

I suppose writing about it only puts me into the raving lunatic camp.

*sigh*

At the end of the day, I suppose the really marvelous thing is that people still come to me for advice with fire.

“Hey.  Nice fire there.  How hot do you think it is?”

“S’not that hot.  Look, here.  You can just barely make out the blisters forming under the blackened skin….!”

written by halfdime \\ tags: random

Below is the text of an email that I sent to someone to post on a forum that I didn’t feel like signing up for that already had a thread going on cloned Treo phones.

Enjoy!

I will apologize up front here as I’m tired and this is mostly just a
way to get past being pissed off at VZW for not watching out for the
customer.

I have a Treo 700p and it was cloned Friday night, just in time for the
weekend. If you’re wondering how to tell if your phone has been cloned,
it’s really easy. Call yourself from another phone. If you get no
indication whatsoever of that call happening, including voicemail
notification, you’re in trouble. If you periodically get through, it’s
likely due to the other phone having been turned off and your phone is
termporarily winning.

I just went through the process of getting my phone back from being
cloned. The most awesome part of this is the complete lack of support
that VZW gives to prevent the inconvenience of having your phone cloned.

The sequence of events:

1. Drive to Vegas for a weekend conference on a Thursday
2. Friday evening, no calls or text messages are getting through to my phone
3. Sunday, while driving back, I have eleven (11) voice mails with no evidence of a missed call or that I might have a voicemail.
4. Sunday night, contact VZW help (611) and find out that:

A) support will try to help you and tell you they believe that
your phone has been cloned. Once they believe that your phone
has been cloned, they will tell you that something is wrong
with the device and you should hard reset it.

This will do you no good, whatsoever. However, I’m pretty sure
that they have a pool running on the other end of the phone to
see how many customers they can stroke out by zapping all of
the data on their phones “on accident.”

B) The cloning and fraud department at VZW only works M-F,
0500-1800 PST. Obviously, this is because your phone can only
get cloned during banker hours. *SIGH*

C) Nobody at VZW can actually look at your account and tell you if
there are weird charges on the bill. In my case, there was no
indication of misuse during the episode and the one phone call
that I did get from the DR was from a local area code.

5. Monday morning, call VZW cloning/fraud department. I had to speak to two separate people to complete my phone transaction.

The first person was very kind and genuinely wanted to help me but
was an idiot. “Yes, Mr. HalfDime, I’m going to send you a text
message with the URL you can use to update your phone firmware
with.”

“But my phone has been cloned.”

“Right. Did you get the text message?”

The second person was pissed off to be alive. They cut me off
every time I started to say something and then seemed to think
that it was obvious that doing a complete restore from backup to
the device would not overwrite the settings just downloaded from
Palm.

Anyway, the information that you will need to get your phone uncloned,
or that you should use to keep from having it get cloned in the first
place:

1. Go here
2. Follow the directions on updating your phone firmware.
3. After the 35 minutes it takes the software to install, call cloning/fraud at the number below:

Cloning/Fraud Dept.
888 483-7200
Hours: M-F, 0500 - 1800 PST only

4. They will “verify” your phone via the following process:

• Dial #2539 - Authorization from verizon host, they send programming to phone.
• Turn phone radio off
• Tell support person when it’s off
• Turn phone radio on
• Tell support person when it’s on

NOTE: It’s very likely that over the air programming ( *228, option 1 )
will not work at this time since your phone has been flagged in
the system as being cloned. It may take a day or more for this to
clear. However, updating roaming ( *228, option 2 ) works.

After updating your phone, the firmware version displayed for the phone
firmware is Treo700p_-1.10-VZW.

According to a treocentral article on the interweb [0] and the Verizon
tech, this flaw is due to there being no AKEY shipped with the phone
firmware and has been known for quite some time. It’s just now coming
up in numbers as it’s been discovered at large. Most of the phone
numbers are being cloned to the Dominican Republic.

The importance of the A-Key is described well by this quote:

“Security of the A-Key is critical in a CDMA system. Over-the-Air
provisioning uses Diffie-Hellman algorithm, making it the best choice
for A-Key programming from the alternatives mentioned above.
Diffie-Hellman algorithm is used for secure key exchange between two
entities so that a third party cannot deduce the value in the process
of exchange.” [1]

What this basically boils down to is that all the information required
to clone a phone is being broadcast unencrypted over the air for anyone
to partake of with very little effort.

Thank you so much, Verizon.

Adding insult to injury, not only did I lose use of my phone for an
entire weekend because my phone got nabbed on a Friday night and VZW
fraud/cloning works banker hours, but I had to perform a 90 minute hokey
pokey to get the new software installed, call back to VZW and then do
the hokey pokey, turn the phone off and on with VZW on the phone.

–HalfDime

[0] http://discussion.treocentral.com/showthread.php?p=1477412

[1] Over-The-Air Provisioning in CDMA, Rohini P.P., Gemplus Technologies, October 2004
http://www.cdg.org/resources/white_papers/files/Gemplus%20Over-The-Air%20Provisoning%20in%20CDMA%20Oct%2004.pdf

written by halfdime

At least some of you know that I’m LDS and am active in my church.

I am not perfect and am not what you would call a typical member.

That said, I had an experience two weeks ago that made me laugh so hard that I was light-headed by the time I could slow down my laughing enough to breathe right.

Church is broken down into three parts and in the last part, I meet with the young men that I work with every Wednesday evening (and camp with once a month, but that’s another story).

During the last meeting, we were talking about General Conference, the semi-annual world wide meeting of the church. The meetings are held the first weekend of April and October each year.

The question asked of the boys was, “When is the next General Conference?”

To this, the boys looked at each other for a couple of seconds. When nobody was able to answer, I provided a subtle hint, “It’s in a month that begins with an ‘O’.”

Let’s pause here to identify the calendar that I’m speaking about. I can imagine that you’re familiar with it but here we go:

1. January
2. February
3. March
4. April
5. May
6. June
7. July
8. August
9. September
10. Obedience
11. November
12. December

If you looked carefully, you’ll have picked out the boy’s answer.

Yes, Obedience it was.

Of course, this wasn’t funny enough, the other leader in the room had to pipe up with, “No. That would be Ramadan.”

If you’re wondering, this didn’t help me get any air.

All of the boys took turns noting how red I was turning.

It was awesome.

written by halfdime \\ tags: religion

I feel like a bad parent.

My blog is withering under my hand.

I’m wondering at the things that I have to say and find myself doubting the validity and relevance.

So very often I find myself thinking, “That would be a cool thing to put on my blog,” only to be lax and not write down the idea stub or later discard the idea as being non-relevant to those who would read it.

So I’m going to ask you, my dedicated reader, what would you like to see here?

What topics do YOU believe I should commit to the intartubes?

— OK. Enough of that. On with the show. —

As I’m wont from time to time, I wonder about the things that have transpired in the past. My past really. I can’t dwell too much on the choices and actions of those before me other than to try to avoid their gross errors.

Far too often, I find that I speak without thinking about the true consequences of my words. I admit that I’m rarely out to cause harm. Most often I find that these things come about from my love of seeing people smile. This doesn’t necessarily ease the impact had on someone that believes my intent to be otherwise.

The other outcome frequented by this problem is that folks may consider me to flippant or an idiot. If flippant, then trust cannot be engendered in our relationship because it’s possible that they believe that I’m incapable of a serious answer. If idiotic, well, that’s just bad.

Overcoming this dilemma is indeed difficult for me. I have a really hard time making life more serious than it already is. Life has a way of being serious when it needs to be all on its own. If I add drama to the mix just because I choose to, I’m not really helping anything, I’m just being dramatic. I’m really not a very good actor, so drama just makes me look foolish. Reference my earlier comment about being considered an idiot.

So what does this all have to do with time? As time has passed, I’ve become more an more comfortable with who and what I am. Not necessarily confident in myself so much as accepting of the things that can be considered merits and flaws of my character.

I realize that there are things about me that are considered socially good and those that are socially notsogood.

As time goes on, I’m hopeful that I will be able to change the things that I find to be broken and garner acceptance in others for those things that I may not do “according to the book.”

To me, time seems to be a warm friend guiding me towards all that is beautiful.

I pray that I can help others along their path and learn from them at the same time.

written by halfdime