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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ER349eSp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:41:46.061Z</updated><category term="writing style" /><category term="classic music" /><category term="Twitter" /><category term="general moaning and groaning." /><category term="lazy public works" /><category term="English" /><category term="organization" /><category term="SANS" /><category term="rants" /><category term="begging furniture" /><category term="Black History Month" /><category term="discilpine" /><category term="security awareness" /><category term="character flaws" /><category term="grammar" /><category term="Keith Relf" /><category term="Yardbirds" /><category term="narcissism" /><category term="infosec training" /><category term="poor sidewalks" /><category term="multi-tasking" /><category term="elocution" /><category term="Reading Lists" /><category term="writing" /><category term="Facebook" /><category term="February" /><category term="diction" /><category term="car" /><category term="pedestrian" /><title>Nothing To See Here</title><subtitle type="html">This is mostly a personal blog, but I will occasionally post things about information security.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/mDyW" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/mdyw" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUBQ3c-fyp7ImA9WhZVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-2958698890386545295</id><published>2011-05-24T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T01:17:32.957+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T01:17:32.957+01:00</app:edited><title>GSE Follow-up: I passed :)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/2958698890386545295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=2958698890386545295&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/2958698890386545295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/2958698890386545295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/g9bb7-V-VQg/gse-follow-up-i-passed.html" title="GSE Follow-up: I passed :)" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I am pleased to mention on here that I did pass the GSE in Orlando. The exam is pass/fail so I'm afraid I am unable to pass on any details other than "I passed." I know there were parts that I felt good about and parts that I was definitely shaky on. Overall I felt really good when I was done because I felt I did my best.

What would I do differently next time? Well that's easy: I really would 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wyQItZy9s46MaXdjLajjEE5mPP4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wyQItZy9s46MaXdjLajjEE5mPP4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/g9bb7-V-VQg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2011/05/gse-follow-up-i-passed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEMR34-eSp7ImA9WhZQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-3384572647192017664</id><published>2011-04-23T03:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T03:11:26.051+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-23T03:11:26.051+01:00</app:edited><title>GSE Part 2 - the (lack of) preparation</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/3384572647192017664/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=3384572647192017664&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/3384572647192017664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/3384572647192017664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/IRuwzgySB2s/gse-part-2-lack-of-preparation.html" title="GSE Part 2 - the (lack of) preparation" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I had a (that is to say only one) person ask me about preparing for the GSE. I really wish I had more to say. I was working hard the month or so before I was scheduled to take the practical. So I really didn't have much time to study like I wanted to. My studying consisted of going through old courseware and my own notes, and tearing out sheets that I thought I might need.

So it was like this -

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The sidewalks are uneven, broken, and 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cpQZnSb4EhfaTXruw0eH2gzzpsc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cpQZnSb4EhfaTXruw0eH2gzzpsc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/eO9HI8lwZvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-car-day-two.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMASXg7fip7ImA9WxFUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-8883033558978179768</id><published>2010-06-21T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T03:47:28.606+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-21T03:47:28.606+01:00</app:edited><title>Walking about town, Day One</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/8883033558978179768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=8883033558978179768&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8883033558978179768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8883033558978179768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/r-p5ThHeLN8/walking-about-town-day-one.html" title="Walking about town, Day One" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">We yesterday, Saturday, I will with the 3.5 year-old, and driving on the backroads (there are only backroads from her other house to our home.) So on the way back, we take a different route, and I wanted to swing by the cemetery and water the flowers on the way home. Well we get by a stoplight and I am about 5 cars back and discover that the car isn't moving when I give it gas.... Wait a minute? 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2rUJVzuIBP7NaldHtIMFyNyhYsI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2rUJVzuIBP7NaldHtIMFyNyhYsI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/r-p5ThHeLN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/06/walking-about-town-day-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQH4zfSp7ImA9WxBXGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-1974779881349483382</id><published>2010-01-30T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:45:11.085Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-30T00:45:11.085Z</app:edited><title>Happy Anniversary House Closing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/1974779881349483382/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=1974779881349483382&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/1974779881349483382?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/1974779881349483382?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/JCnyw4cHFYM/happy-anniversary-house-closing.html" title="Happy Anniversary House Closing" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">One year ago tonight we spent our first night in our new home. It was snowing like crazy the day we moved, and I had rented a large U-Haul which of course I couldn't drive. Anyone who knows me knows that I am an absolute menace on the road. I didn't get my license until I was an adult and haven't parallel parked since the Reagan administration. So I luckily had enough weight in the back to not go
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OvNVQeOqlW-phhdx9NROYnM9NLk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OvNVQeOqlW-phhdx9NROYnM9NLk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/JCnyw4cHFYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-anniversary-house-closing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICRX05eip7ImA9WxBQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-1904005039854337269</id><published>2010-01-20T03:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:19:24.322Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-20T03:19:24.322Z</app:edited><title>Even More About Twitter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/1904005039854337269/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=1904005039854337269&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/1904005039854337269?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/1904005039854337269?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/oC7CEo6M7_Y/even-more-about-twitter.html" title="Even More About Twitter" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I turned on "protected tweets" and now I feel like a poseur. Here I am up here saying "oh no - you cannot follow my 140-character bits of saucy wit without my approval first. I have to admit bots are annoying, but I really hate the way this makes me feel about myself. "In real life" we all can choose with whom we have conversations (most of the time; family excluded.) But how does social 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oYLFKGxBgRKhw1RP5x6SUHXPm_A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oYLFKGxBgRKhw1RP5x6SUHXPm_A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/oC7CEo6M7_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-more-about-twitter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCRHYyeyp7ImA9WxBQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-600302864368844516</id><published>2010-01-16T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:26:05.893Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-16T01:26:05.893Z</app:edited><title>Personal Internet use at the office</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/600302864368844516/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=600302864368844516&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/600302864368844516?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/600302864368844516?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/5rHXAW4OZa8/personal-internet-use-at-office.html" title="Personal Internet use at the office" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Like many people who are responsible for information security at the workplace, I had a hand in creating an Acceptable Use Policy. It completely bans the use of personal email, and personal web browsing, while it magnanimously allows "incidental personal use" of the corporate email system. So in other words, if you are running late or want to just check in really quick with $SPOUSE, that is a 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vfC5V9LnI0Z3zjfu5vLyUN5Y4_Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vfC5V9LnI0Z3zjfu5vLyUN5Y4_Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/5rHXAW4OZa8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/personal-internet-use-at-office.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcER30yeCp7ImA9WxBQFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-5138228907706988945</id><published>2010-01-14T04:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:06:46.390Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-14T04:06:46.390Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Twitter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multi-tasking" /><title>A few words about Twitter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/5138228907706988945/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=5138228907706988945&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/5138228907706988945?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/5138228907706988945?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/kz6w48sDVIs/few-words-about-twitter.html" title="A few words about Twitter" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I've been using Twitter now for, I don't know, more than a year I guess, and I have to say like most people I both love and hate it. I like that I hear from people who have the same interests I do, sometimes they point me toward interesting news items, blog posts, new tools that are released (If you haven't gotten the latest w3af I highly recommend it.) Furthermore it is like FB in the sense that
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BCkgHmvMYCDzMOjlbfhpKFeKA7g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BCkgHmvMYCDzMOjlbfhpKFeKA7g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/kz6w48sDVIs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/few-words-about-twitter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcNSHs_cSp7ImA9WxBQEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-8594841426659559488</id><published>2010-01-12T01:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:34:59.549Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-12T01:34:59.549Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narcissism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="character flaws" /><title>More on the negative</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/8594841426659559488/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=8594841426659559488&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8594841426659559488?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8594841426659559488?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/_J79JogQnQ0/more-on-negative.html" title="More on the negative" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am going to go a step further than yesterday's comments about people with 'character flaws' because it isn't hitting the point I want to get to. What I am talking about is more than flawed people. Hell we are all flawed. I am flawed. More than most people. And we are all self-involved to a point. What I am getting at is there are people who are self-involved, then there are the truly 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NRV_d88k3KWr5V6CWDtBUTU1Dec/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NRV_d88k3KWr5V6CWDtBUTU1Dec/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/_J79JogQnQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-on-negative.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DR3k8fSp7ImA9WxBQEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-4810306061701757511</id><published>2010-01-11T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:47:56.775Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-11T00:47:56.775Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="general moaning and groaning." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rants" /><title>People with character flaws</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/4810306061701757511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=4810306061701757511&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/4810306061701757511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/4810306061701757511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/a9ARo0zcfuc/people-with-character-flaws.html" title="People with character flaws" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">A stressful situation reveals our true nature. If someone excuses their (or someone else's) bad behaviour, bad decision, or complete moral failing with the excuse "Well, he was just under stress." Don't believe it. It is how we handle critical situations that defines our character. It is *then* that you discover who people truly are. It is when the stakes are highest that every action matters 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itn7v0mJDbHziVU-AIT96QtTqek/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/itn7v0mJDbHziVU-AIT96QtTqek/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/a9ARo0zcfuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-with-character-flaws.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQER3g4eip7ImA9WxBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-8733917395628331918</id><published>2010-01-09T03:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T03:38:26.632Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-09T03:38:26.632Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing style" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="organization" /><title>General Writing Ideas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/8733917395628331918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=8733917395628331918&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8733917395628331918?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8733917395628331918?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/iA4oI1cH2jo/general-writing-ideas.html" title="General Writing Ideas" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I told a good friend I would write this quick post to get him jumpstarted into writing again. My process is a little silly, but it works for me and helps me put together a coherent idea sometimes. It is just practice is all. Here is the genesis of one of my stories. First I do a quick outline for a story that happened at work.

1. What was I trying to do.
2. What was interesting or funny about it
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39FK-1zOq8cLnPobzzkAhAuJXvw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39FK-1zOq8cLnPobzzkAhAuJXvw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/iA4oI1cH2jo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/general-writing-ideas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AHSH88fyp7ImA9WxBRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-7004351301755196265</id><published>2010-01-09T00:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:08:59.177Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-09T00:08:59.177Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="SANS" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="security awareness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infosec training" /><title>Computer Security Training</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/7004351301755196265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=7004351301755196265&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/7004351301755196265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/7004351301755196265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/updk9bLjrvw/computer-security-training.html" title="Computer Security Training" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I found myself taking a long, strange road into information security. I started as a trainer for a records management company, then through working with their software and training others, I began to take an interest in ways the system could fail. What could a user do to hose the data? What could a malicious user do? The target audience (granted this was like 15 years ago) was not security aware,
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vvslm8HWB11aJupzOlKvIuwdHRk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vvslm8HWB11aJupzOlKvIuwdHRk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/updk9bLjrvw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/computer-security-training.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UBSXc8fyp7ImA9WxBQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-5473735294565269841</id><published>2010-01-08T02:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T02:47:38.977Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-09T02:47:38.977Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Yardbirds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="classic music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Keith Relf" /><title>Underappreciated Music</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/5473735294565269841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=5473735294565269841&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/5473735294565269841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/5473735294565269841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/6HLvfI8kY3s/underappreciated-music.html" title="Underappreciated Music" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Near the top of my list is The Yardbirds. Ahead of their time, hindered by strange management decisions, but blessed with some of the most innovative and energetic musicians of their time. Keith Relf was a great harmonica player. Truly forgotten in that sense. Shame he died so young and never seemed like a really happy fellow. Watching some of their performances from 1966 I am struck by how they 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gjYAucaGy0o2hsyI7p29alisBS4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gjYAucaGy0o2hsyI7p29alisBS4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/6HLvfI8kY3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/underappreciated-music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQMRXYyfCp7ImA9WxBRGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-8489549617051188548</id><published>2010-01-07T22:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:29:44.894Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-07T22:29:44.894Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>New desk is here</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/8489549617051188548/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=8489549617051188548&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8489549617051188548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/8489549617051188548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/plewdUgfhkk/new-desk-is-here.html" title="New desk is here" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">writing to commence!
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T4v75uN65w7nZGTid2GQT7rvzFY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/T4v75uN65w7nZGTid2GQT7rvzFY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/plewdUgfhkk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-desk-is-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YDSXk-eSp7ImA9WxBRF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-3454079311207375738</id><published>2010-01-06T02:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:32:58.751Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-06T02:32:58.751Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="begging furniture" /><title>Now I need a desk</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/3454079311207375738/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=3454079311207375738&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/3454079311207375738?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/3454079311207375738?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/DJPZ9Jh_KGc/now-i-need-desk.html" title="Now I need a desk" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Still missing a nice writing desk before I can really catch up on correspondence. I might be able to pawn one off some relatives.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CuQkJRBNbxESAl9RvHqhUSrnyJA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CuQkJRBNbxESAl9RvHqhUSrnyJA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~4/DJPZ9Jh_KGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-i-need-desk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMQXk6fCp7ImA9WxBRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8315378148582526189.post-3984871931861645434</id><published>2010-01-05T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:23:00.714Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-05T01:23:00.714Z</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing" /><title>Writing</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://iamnowonmai.blogspot.com/feeds/3984871931861645434/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8315378148582526189&amp;postID=3984871931861645434&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/3984871931861645434?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8315378148582526189/posts/default/3984871931861645434?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/mDyW/~3/m5o_ux9uavg/writing.html" title="Writing" /><author><name>iamnowonmai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01396998016633123675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TOFtk_2ZXFw/R1kh1VZqfHI/AAAAAAAAANI/hqrjGhqQ9VE/S220/hkf.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Today I picked up two empty books from Staples. One that is refillable and lays flat, and the other which has a funky green cover with an elastic band to keep it closed. Not sure what I am going to write in them but the promise of blank paper is infinitely appealing to me. For those who do not spend any time alone, writing, I highly recommend it. Not just for self-reflection, but to observe parts
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