Ethical Computing

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So 8 months ago I helped someone with getting their hands on the 2nd disc of the Gentoo LiveCD set. Someone in IRC needed a copy of it but didn’t have access to a burner or a CD-R so I felt bad for them and made it myself while I was working overtime on a Saturday.

I met them outside work, and gave it to them — seemed harmless enough. On my way home I got some good marks for helping a lady cross the street, got someone’s stolen purse, and sold some girl scout cookies. It was good to help out.

Flash to the now – same person got caught running versions of Knoppix and some accompanying software to scan a university network and distribute some nasty messages to the public on opening day. To say the least I was disappointed.

For one, it was contrary to my original impression of the person. I felt they were young and inexperienced and needed some help getting their feet on the ground. And they did — because they are bright and talented — and unfortunately they took a turn in the wrong direction and misused their talents to do some mischief.

Ok, so maybe at some point in their lives the best artists spray graffiti out of boredom or lack of a proper canvas. An even more probable cause is the theory that those who are good at rare arts or have special talents often lack the resources and direction needed to nurture those abilities.

So while most would probably pawn a handful of negative actions off as criminal mischief, I instead place blame on our schools, our leaders, our community for forcing this young adult into what pretty much seems like an act of pure boredom more than anything else.

It’s my hope that this person will learn from this experience, maybe seek a more honorable canvas and paint pictures with better paints and the finest brushes — and not be deprived of their right to creatively exhale.

Pressure and time lead to good things; they can also destroy youthful dreams and ambition.

Crime 0.8 Alpha

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After the introduction of new technology, society goes through a recognizeable cycle. At first we experiment — everything is new and the sky is the limit. Then something arbitrarily bad happens and society creates countless laws as a result. Over-regulation becomes so hindering that movements are made against the authorities to slacken the rules because they are not reasonable once the paranoia subsides. Sooner or later democracy prevails and a middle ground is reached.

Right now I can spot many areas where we are in a period of over-regulation:

  • Arguably, (and don’t judge me for this) affirmative action will at some point be unnecessary. I don’t think it has reached the point where it is over-regulation, however.
  • Rape, sexual assault, and stalker laws are heavily weighted against males in reaction to years of neglect towards women.
  • The nuclear power industry was crippled due to over-regulation during the 70s and 80s that made it virtually impossible to make money at it. Only now is the industry recovering from the effects.
  • Hacker penalties for somewhat inconsequential tampering are greater than what would appear to be much more violent and disruptive crimes.

I can certainly understand why things are the way they are today in America. It is not at all surprising that years of neglect induce equal and opposite reactions by the government and community. In a way, it is like a societal immune system where you need to have a flare-up in order to preserve the greater whole. And while the flare-ups suck, these controlled fires are necessary for self-preservation.

On the other hand, our own immune system and natural flora can also be harmful when misused or misdirected. Bacteria that help us can easily kill us. Laws and regulations that protect some can also destroy others unjustly.

I hope societal judgement improves over time, so medium ground may be reached before any of the innocent pay the price.

The Infinite Abyss

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Have you ever been on a surfboard, trying to catch a wave, and waiting endlessly before realizing you weren’t in the water? Well, me neither. But I did sleep at a Holiday Inn last night.

I’ve thought about a lot of things in the past few days, but ironically now that my head is full of stuff I have nothing to write. I was going to start writing about the infinite abyss that Buddha calls suffering, that was so amply addressed in Garden State as the familiar sense of pain and suffering associated with just existing in this world.

I don’t buy it. Life isn’t a continuous influx of pain and confusion. Sure, sometimes we don’t think we’ll make it, but we do. Sometimes we feel miserable, but something always picks us up. We could just as easily describe life as discontinuous happiness with learning between the high points.

No, the glass isn’t always half full. Some glasses are empty, broken, on fire, or just missing. But it seems rather extreme to just say, “fuck it all” and dismiss all of your pain as a side effect of simply existing.

God, Buddah, Allah, Jesus, Odin, and Ronald McDonald — they all have something in common. They serve as reasons why it’s okay that life sucks, and reasons to be scared. No, I don’t have a point. Enjoy.

So once again I wonder what happened to cause and effect. If you don’t like your situation, it’s probably because of something you did. It’s not just, “oh well I’m alive, not my fault” — it IS your fault, and yeah that sucks, but on the other hand, it’s cool because you can fix it.

Randal in Clerks had it right. He finally got fed up with Dante’s shit and said, “You sound like an asshole. If you want to blame somebody, blame yourself.” And I don’t know what that means, but it’s not my fault if it means something.

This blog makes no sense, and it’s only because you’re alive.

Instant DNA, just add courage

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Watching Gattaca made me think about what I’m made of. Am I 30% more likely to get pissed off than most people? Do I tend to cry 17% less often than most males my age — or 17% more? What is my predetermined life expectancy? My chance of succeeding and being happy in life? More or less?

Nobody knows. And just as the movie so amply put it — nobody will ever be able to measure the power of emotion, the power of dreams, and the undeniable force of conviction.

And so those who doubt you, they simply do not understand — that success is not measured in liters, pounds or inches. You are never sure to fail, never sure to win, because nobody is certain how much you care until you are immersed in something enough to know for yourself.

Success is fleeting, but so is emotion. It could very well be that all of your failures were just signs that you didn’t care enough at the right times because you were driven by the wrong reasons.

Manufactured Love

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One day I’ll wake up and read a headline in the paper, shrug it off, and keep scanning for something important. The headline will read that at 3 P.M. Eastern Time, Hallmark was awarded an official patent by the United States Government for inventing love.

Love and appreciation now have retail prices. Ask anybody at DeBeers and they’ll tell you that a diamond is forever. What about love? I think most people see it as ephemeral because it’s not really worth any money.

Indeed, the best things in life are free. It’s the accidental fart on a first date, your friend spilling root beer all over the place, running into a sliding glass door in front of all of your friends, and knowing that you’d die for the ones you love and vice versa.

Problem is, the best things in America cost lots and lots of money. On a daily basis we are bombarded with greed, vanity and many other values that try to pry us away from the right path.

Holidays like Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Father’s Day are signs of a deeper problem. Americans have this need to justify their ignorance by overglorifying relatively unimportant things. Sports, expensive jewelry, ridiculous cars (like the H2) are just a few of the things we occupy ourselves with.

Not to say that having nice things and driving a nice car or watching sports is bad. I’d be a hypocritical asshole if I condemned all that completely — what I mean is that those things should be ancillary, not paramount. You can drive a nice car, etc., but don’t lose touch with those free things in life that are infinitely more important — like your friends, like your family, or what you believe in.

Much like other distractions, Hallmark holidays really hit me as a band-aid for a massive head wound. America has a huge gaping hole in the middle of itself, and it’s bleeding. We declare holidays, but don’t understand what they really mean. We invent new technology, but don’t know how to use it wisely. We have power and luxury but don’t know how to be responsible with it.

Maybe we need to slow down. Back to basics with America. How about loving our mothers everyday before feeling obligated to declare a holiday for them? Surely 365 is greater than 1. How about learning how to say meaningful words before buying devices that allow us to say whatever we want to whoever we want anytime we want? And diamonds? More often than not they are just another item to quantify during divorce proceedings.

Hallmark will never be able to patent anything in my life that a person can’t hold or place a price on. For that, I am grateful. I hope that 2 Sundays from now everybody will love their mothers just as much as they do tomorrow. Sometimes it’s fun to show how much you care on non-holidays too.