Мінулым летам, Я стварыў "прама ў турму" спіс для халадзільніка.  #1 ў спісе Лоўрэнс О'Донэл (за недакладныя прагнозы), але гэта далёка за рамкі гэтага блога :)  Сёння, Я дадаю Cisco VPN Client ў спіс, і гэта ў ахопе носа.

Кучу гадоў таму многія з кліентаў выкарыстоўваць Cisco VPN для забеспячэння аддаленага доступу да іх сайту.  Тады, Я стварыў віртуальныя ПК для кожнага з гэтых кліентаў і ўсталяваны Cisco на гэтым? Чаму?  Паколькі Cisco блакуе вашу машыну так, што вы нават не можаце праглядаць лакальныя сеткавыя друкаркі, не кажучы ўжо небяспечна інструменты, такія як Skype, Communicator і "~" ключ.  Але,  Калі вы ўсталюеце яго на віртуальнай машыне, віртуальная машына заблакаваная, але не цэнтральнага. 

Я ўспамінаю тыя дні славы сёння, таму што я павінен выкарыстоўваць кліента Cisco VPN * яшчэ раз *, і гэта блакуе мяне, і я павінен выкарыстоўваць яго ў хвіліну.  Я хацеў бы блог аб тым, колькі Cisco VPN Client заслугоўвае таго, каб быць у турме, а не выкарыстоўваць яго ...

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SharePoint лепш.

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Мы паўночным Нью-Джэрсі Галвина вялікія прыхільнікі палітычнай сатыры ТБ. праграма, The Daily Show hosted by Jon Stewart. I don’t like to get political in my blogging, таму ўсё, што я скажу, што на тым, што без Daily Show, Я, магчыма, беззваротна згубленыя ўсе пачуцці гумару ці Аб 12/12/2000.

У нас была ежа на палубе ў пачатку мінулага тыдня і мой дзесяцігадовы сын выхоўвае нядаўні эпізод Паказваць. Я зрабіў каментар, "Jon Stewart knows that he лепш не смяяцца трэба мной or there will be terrible consequences for Jon Stewart."

Мой сын думае пра гэта ні на хвіліну і кажа:: "Dad, нумар адзін: He doesn’t even know you."

Я чакаў нумар два, але ён вырашыў, што было дастаткова, і перайшоў да наступнай тэмы, не прапускаючы ўдар.

Раней лічылася, што я мог бы атрымаць нашмат больш прабег з тых відаў жарты, but he’s getting too used to me or too mature or both. I need to adjust somehow.

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Ледзь больш за тры гады таму, Мая жонка і я падпісаў мой сын на летні час, The Midland Park Players. This is a drama group that spends about three or four weeks preparing for a play and then showing it to the parents, friends and relatives. It’s always been done very well.

Я не ведаю, калі кожнаму дзіцяці, як гэта, but my son is extremely reluctant to try new things. Knowing this, we signed him up for the program. We’ve found that it’s best to alert him to these kinds of things early and often. Так, для таго, каб пераадолець яго натуральнае нежаданне, мы сказалі яму рана і зрабілі ўсё магчымае, каб гэта гучала як весела, і г.д.. Even with a multi-month advertising campaign, he still wasn’t convinced. We forced him to do, хоць, і як гэта часта бывае, he had a great time.

Да таго часу другі год каталася, he had once again convinced himself that he didn’t want to participate. Але, мы падпісалі яго і на нулявога дня, I dropped him off one morning at the high school where they practice. When I went to pick him up after lunch, ён быў вельмі ўсхваляваны, ўсе ўсмешкі і абвясціў, "The play is the Плюшавы Трус and I want to be the Rabbit". He had spent literally months carrying on (часам істэрычна) пра тое, як ён не хацеў мець нічога агульнага з выглядам на парк і гульцоў пасля першага дня, he wants to be the lead role in the play. We’ve seen this pattern before.

(Да нашага вялікага здзіўлення, ён сапраўды атрымліваў ролі труса, і ён быў дзіўны.)

Fast forward a few years. He’s been in Park Players three times now, so he’s something of a veteran. This summer (2008), Players starts up again. Тым часам, ён, нарэшце, пераканалі нас, ён на самай справе doesn’t want to play soccer and he never liked basketball. That left him with no extra-curricular activities for late Winter / early Spring. A client with whom I was working mentioned that his daughter was in a program called Stage Right. Stage right is a slightly more expensive version of Park Players and it’s not in my town, but adjacent to it. Perfect.

The thing to know about that town is that it’s practically another country in terms of wealth. It has a high-frequency train right to Wall Street and NYC in general. It’s just a wealthy place. One of the on-going family discussion themes is whether we should have moved to that town instead of where we live now. It’s a bigger town, сваёй школы прапануюць некалькі праграм для дзяцей, і г.д.. My wife grew up in that town and her parents live there, so we are "hooked in" despite not living there. I personally grew up in different circumstances in Massachusetts, so I don’t have a lot to say about this during family dinner conversation. This isn’t to say that we aren’t very happy where we live. We just know that that town is a level above our town economically.

Stage Right’s next program started too soon for us to launch our normal advertising campaign to overcome my son’s reluctance. This is when he came up with one my personal favorite arguments against doing something: "Friday nights are простае лік ночы для сну кадрам!" Stage Right was going to interfere with his weekend socials.

Настае дзень,, мы прыносім яго там і высадзіць яго і як з усім астатнім, яго натуральная каханне, каб проста быць жывым ўзяў на сябе, і ён быў добра праводзіць час з ім.

Гэта ў мінулыя выхадныя мая жонка размаўляла з ім і ў першы раз, I think he’s tailoring his discussions very precisely for his audience. She had asked him how Stage Right compares to Midland Park Players. He tells her that "In Park Players, we have teenagers that help us out. There aren’t any in in Stage Right. In Park Players, teenagers make all props. In Stage Right, we have to bring our own props. We have to do everything. And then he twists the knife: "I thought this was supposed to be a rich town."

Усе гэтыя гады, I never really thought that he was hearing or understanding anything as it related to the "rich town". Аднак, аказваецца, што ён быў.

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Я нядаўна купіў абед для майго брата (па-ранейшаму) and we ended up talking about funny things that we did at our respective colleges. At my alma mater, Lafayette College, the academic support IT department had a very inclusive way about it. We were given a LOT of rope and I took advantage of that at times.

Two my favorite memories relate to my good friend, Gabe. He had made the terrible mistake of telling people his freshman year that "I’m a freshman, but I have Sophomore standing" due to the various advanced placement classes he had taken, і г.д.. Many of us were similarly situated but we didn’t talk about it so much. His senior year, when we introduced him to people, we’d say "This is Gabe. He’s a Senior, but he has Sophomore standing".

The college had some Sun workstation/servers running X-Window. They had gigantic monitors and the engineers used them for CAD and other boring engineer stuff. We CS people used them to learn programming and, вядома, гуляць у гульні.

Нам не падабаліся кампутарныя бездапаможным інжынерам так, адна з нашых любімых рэчаў, каб зрабіць, было б Telnet да скрынкі яны былі і запусціць X-вока on them. This would pop up a pair of eyes that followed the mouse around on the screen. You could pop up even more and have literally a dozen or more of the X-eye applications running. Паспрабуйце не смяяцца ўголас, калі няшчасны інжынер спрабуе заплюшчыць X-eye за X-eye і мармыча пра гэта сабе пад нос 🙂

We also played X-trek on those boxes. Для гэтага, you had to download the source, get various dependencies wherever you could find them and build it. I wasn’t a sophisticated C programmer, but I could read header files. I was looking through these and found directives like "#DEFINE MAX_TORPEDO_DISTANCE 10". I played around with that increase range and power for phases and torpedoes, re-built it and then destroyed Gabe the next time we played.

Gabe was also a huge fan of a TV show called Blake’s 7. I had never seen it, but that didn’t prevent me from insisting that Dr. Who is the superior show. Спрэчкі часам нарасталі 🙂

Аднойчы, it occurred to me that I could probably guess his UNIX password. I sat down next to him one day and announced in a loud tone, "I’m going to guess your password right now, Gabe." "Yeah, права" was his answer. I then logged in, entered his user id, turned to face him, typed and said out loud, "I wonder if it’s B-L-A-K-E-7" ? Touch typing has never paid off as handsomely as it did that day.

На наступным тыдні (or soon): More computer room antics from college.

Do you have any to share? Leave a comment or email me and I’ll publish them here.

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Як бацька, somewhere along the line I discovered the "When I was a little boy" trick.

Мой сын, магчыма, чатырох або пяці ў той час, гуляў паветраны шар і, як і большасць маленькіх хлопчыкаў, якія гуляюць з паветранымі шарамі, he popped it. He was very upset. The world had come to an end. I said to him, "when I was little boy, У мяне быў паветраны шар, і ён выскачыў і ў канчатковым выніку, I got a new balloon." It seemed to help him cope with his loss and led to a fun talk about what it was like when I was a little boy.

That worked well as a consolation technique and I used it a several times over the next period of time. I did get into trouble once when his Monster Rancher 3 creature died. I talked about how my dog, Прынц, had died in a car accident. На гэты раз, яго адказ быў, "Now I feel bad about two things!" I shied away from using the "when I was a little boy" тэхніка для суцяшэння пасля гэтага.

Перад інцыдэнтам мёртвых сабак, аднак, I had also started to use the technique to convince him to do chores. "When I was a little boy, I had to go out and get the newspaper", "clean my room", "get Mommy her coffee cup", і г.д..

Гэта таксама была даволі паспяховай на некаторы час, but he started to increasingly rebel against the tyranny of my childhood. One event, у прыватнасці, marked the end. I told him to bring the garbage cans from curb back to the garage. He argued and I responded, "When I was a little boy, I had to take the garbage back to the garage." He responded, "Oh yeah! Well when you were a little boy, Гэта было па-дурному!".

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Вярнуцца вакол 1998, the company I worked for at the time received some funding to create a new e-commerce product. We had the full gamut of business requirements to meet. It had to be fast, лёгка для канчатковых карыстальнікаў, якія крычаць, шматмоўныя, і г.д.. Sad to say, Я, верагодна, не было, як амбіцыйнага комплексу работ для выканання, паколькі гэтыя гарачыя дні.

This effort pre-dated Microsoft.NET. Plain vanilla ASP was still somewhat new (або меры, вельмі незнаёмыя мая кампанія). "Brick and mortar" companies were doomed. Асуджаны! This is to say that it was pioneering work. Ці не адронны коллайдер наватарскую працу, але для нас у нашым маленькім свеце, была наватарская праца.

We were crazy busy. We were doing mini POC’s almost every day, высветліць, як захаваць дзяржава ў сваёй сутнасці без грамадзянства сярэдняга, высвятляючы, шматмоўная пытанні, row-level security. We even had create a vocabulary to define basic terms (Я палічыў за лепшае дзяржаўных пастаянныя, але па некаторых прычынах, the awkward "statefull" выйгралі дзень).

Як мы былі вар'яцка вынаходзіць гэтага прадукта, the marketing and sales people were out there trying to sell it. Somehow, they managed to sell it to our nightmare scenario. Even though we were designing and implementing an enterprise solution, we really didn’t expect the first customer to use every last feature we built into the product day zero. This customer needed multi-language, a radically different user interface from the "standard" system but with the same business logic. Multi-language was especially hard in this case, таму што мы заўсёды сканцэнтраваны на іспанскі або французскі, але ў гэтым выпадку, гэта была кітайская (якая з'яўляецца двухбайтовой набор знакаў і патрабуе спецыяльнай апрацоўкі дадзенай тэхналогіі мы выкарыстоўвалі).

Fast forward a few months and I’m on a Northwest airlines flight to Beijing. I’ve been so busy preparing for this trip that I have almost no idea what it’s like to go there. I had read a book once about how an American had been in China for several years and had learned the language. One day he was walking the city and asked some people for directions. The conversation went something this:

• Амерыканскі: "Could you tell me how to get to [XX] вуліца?"
• Кітайскі: "Sorry, we don’t speak English".
• Амерыканскі: "Oh, добра я кажу Мандарын." і ён спытаўся ў іх зноў на кітайскім, але больш выразна (як мог).
• Кітайскі: Вельмі ветліва, "Sorry, we don’t speak English".

The conversation went on like that for bit and the American gave up in frustration. As he was leaving them he overheard one man speaking to the other, "I could have sworn he was asking for directions to [XX] street."

I had picked up a few bits and pieces of other China-related quasi-information and "helpful advice":

• A Korean co-worked told me that the I needed to be careful of the Chinese because "they would try to get me drunk and take advantage of you" in the sense of pressuring me into bad business decisions.
• We were not allowed to drive cars (there was some confusion as to whether this was a custom, a legal requirement or just the client’s rule).
• There were special rules for going through customs.
• We were not allowed to use American money for anything.
• You’re not supposed to leave tips. It’s insulting if you do.

І, нарэшце,, I had relatively fresh memories the Tiananmen massacre. When I was at college, I remember seeing real-time Usenet postings as the world looked on in horror.

In short, I was very nervous. I wasn’t just normal-nervous in the sense that I was delivering a solution that was orders of magnitude more complicated than anything I had ever done before. I was also worried about accidentally breaking a rule that could get me in trouble.

I’m on this 14 hour flight and though it was business class, 14 hours is a damned long time. There are only so many ways to entertain yourself by reading, watching movies or playing with the magnetized cutlery. Even a really good book is hard to read for several hours straight.

У канчатковым рахунку, Я пачаў чытаць пакавальнага матэрыялу на частку праграмнага забеспячэння, я быў ручной правядзення са мной да кліента, Netscape’s web server. I’m reading the hardware/software requirements, маркетынгу тлумачэнняў, гледзячы на ​​прыгожую карцінку і раптам, I zero in on the giant "NOT FOR EXPORT" папярэджанне, нешта пра 128 bit encryption. I stuffed the box back into my carry bag, папярэджанне асабовым бокам уніз (як быццам гэта дапамагло б) і стараўся трымаць бачання Паўночны экспрэс out of my head.

Азіраючыся на гэта цяпер, Я павінен быў быць ўсхваляваны, калі наогул, Калі я з'ехаў з ЗША, not when I was entering China 🙂 Nothing untoward happened and I still consider that to be the best and most memorable business trip I’ve had the pleasure of making.

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One of the many joys I take in being the parent of a ten year old boy is finding new ways to make him laugh or think a little differently about questions and things in the world. I’ve used these techniques over the years:

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Няслушна тлумачаць яго пытанні:

Яго: Які сёння дзень?

Тата: За дзень да асяроддзя.

S: Ці не, які дзень месяца гэта?

Рэ: Ой, гэта 4 дзён пасля студзеня 25.

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Казытаць яго і скажыце яму, што вы спыніцеся, калі ён перастае смяяцца.

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Спусціцца па лесвіцы ў пакой з тэлевізарам і аб'яўляюць, "It’s good to be the daddy." Затым, ўзяць яго на рукі, каб атрымаць цёплае мястэчка на канапе і пераключыць канал, каб нешта добрае, як канал Scifi.

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Read stories out loud. Insert ridiculous sentences in the middle of the story. My favorite is to add "killing him instantly" when the main characters encounters some minor trouble. Напрыклад, "the knife slipped in his hand, рэзка паказальным пальцам, забіўшы яго на месцы." Nothing quite gets your son out of a complacent and passive listening mode as the main character being killed instantly.

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Read stories incorrectly. Read sentences backward. The best part of this is that the first couple of times I did this, my son thought he was helping me out by pointing out that I wasn’t reading the words in the right order. The down side is that he really doesn’t want me to read to him any more.

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Go to Burger King for lunch. My son would eat BK morning, night and day if we let him. When going, скажыце яму,, "I know you hate going there, but we simply have no choice." When he tries to explain that he loves BK, talk over him and say things like "We don’t have time to argue about it! We’re going and I don’t want to have a discussion!"

(Гэта нагадвае мне аб маёй каханай жартам Борг: "Borger King: We do it our way. Your way is irrelevant." hahaha!)

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Адкрыйце кнігу, каб старонкі 9 і сказаць, "hmm, that’s an odd page".

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Fill the world with arch enemies. "We’re going to run quick over toe 7-11, arch-enemy of 11-7".

"Your aunt lives in Ringwood, закляты вораг у горад Squarewood."

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Мы пад'язджаем да Масачусэтс з Нью-Джэрсі некалькі раз у год і яна часта прымае каля 5 hours door to door. As we arrive home and pull into the driveway say, "oh, Я забыўся, нам трэба, каб зрабіць хуткі рывок да Home Depot."

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Пры праглядзе выпадкі гвалту ў ТБ-шоу (такіх як Heroes), раскажы сыну свайму, "some times, за працай, I need to destroy my enemies by burning them alive using the powers of my mind. I don’t like doing it, але вы павінны рабіць тое, што вам трэба зрабіць."

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Пры праглядзе дрэнных фільмаў жахаў (see "It’s good to be the Daddy" вышэй), ascribe improbable motives to the evil character. Напрыклад, tell your son that the reason Jason is so angry is because he wants some cake and they won’t let him have any.

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Explain phone numbers incorrectly. Instead of telling your son to dial "201-111-2222", tell him it’s "2-011-1-12222".

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Якія хітрасці вы карыстаецеся?

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