Azken udan, Hozkailua for "kartzelarako zuzen" zerrenda bat sortu dut.  #1 zerrendan dago, Lawrence O'Donnell (iragarpenak dirudi), baina modu blog honen esparrutik haratago hori :)  Gaur egun, Cisco en VPN bezeroa naiz gehituz zerrendan, eta hori esparruan sudurra batek.

A urte mordoa bezero askok erabiltzen duela Cisco VPN urruneko bere atarian sartzeko.  Itzuli ondoren,, PC birtual bat sortu dut, bezero bakoitzaren eta Cisco instalatu an? Zergatik?  Cisco zure makina blokeatzen delako sortu da, beraz, ezin duzu ere arakatu tokiko sareko inprimagailuen, utzi bakarrik arriskutsua Skype bezalako erremintak, Komunikatzaile eta "~" gakoa.  Baina,  instalatu baduzu VM batean, zure VM blokeatuta dago, baina ez da zure ostalari. 

Naiz aintza egun horietan gogorarazi behar dut, gaur egun, bat Cisco VPN bezeroak erabiltzen delako * berriro * eta ni blokeatzen da eta erabili minutu batean daukat.  Nahiago dut zenbat Cisco VPN bezeroa merezi kartzelan egon Bloga baino berau erabili ...

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Dugu iparraldeko New Jersey Galvin en satira politiko TV zale handiak. programa, Eguneko Erakutsi hosted by Jon Stewart. I don’t like to get political in my blogging, beraz, esan egingo dut hori da, hori gabe Eguneko Show, Dut ondo dute betirako galduko umorea edo buruz guztiak 12/12/2000.

Bizkarrean bazkaria ziren ditugu azken astean, goiz eta nire hamar urteko semea ekartzen sortu du atal berri bat Erakutsi. Iruzkina egin nuen, "Jon Stewart knows that he hobe ez egin dibertigarria niri or there will be terrible consequences for Jon Stewart."

Nire semea buruz pentsatzen minutu bat eta dio: "Dad, zenbaki bat: He doesn’t even know you."

Itxaron zenbaki bat bi dut, baina ez zen nahikoa eta mugitu hurrengo gaia beat bat ekiditen gabe erabaki zuen.

Asko gehiago kilometraje hori ezin dut out txiste mota horietako izan zen, but he’s getting too used to me or too mature or both. I need to adjust somehow.

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Apur bat, hiru urte baino gehiago, nire emaztea eta biok sinatu nire semea sortu udako jarduera bat, 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.

I don’t know if everyone’s child is like this, 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. Beraz,, in order to overcome his natural reluctance, we told him early and did our best to make it sound like fun, etc. Even with a multi-month advertising campaign, he still wasn’t convinced. We forced him to do, nahiz, and as is often the case, he had a great time.

By the time the second year rolled around, he had once again convinced himself that he didn’t want to participate. Baina, we had signed him up and on zero-day, I dropped him off one morning at the high school where they practice. When I went to pick him up after lunch, he was very excited, all smiles and announced, "The play is the Velveteen Rabbit and I want to be the Rabbit". He had spent literally months carrying on (sometimes hysterically) about how he didn’t want to have anything to do with Park Players and after the first day, he wants to be the lead role in the play. We’ve seen this pattern before.

(Much to our surprise, he did get the Rabbit role and he was amazing.)

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. Batez besteko denbora, he’s finally convinced us he benetan 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, its schools offer more programs for the kids, etc. 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 prime nights for sleep overs!" Stage Right was going to interfere with his weekend socials.

The day comes, we bring him there and drop him off and as with everything else, his natural love of just being alive took over and he’s been having a good time with it.

This past weekend my wife was talking to him and for the first time, 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."

All these years, I never really thought that he was hearing or understanding anything as it related to the "rich town". Hala eta guztiz ere, it turns out he was.

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Duela gutxi erosi dut nire anaia bazkaria egiteko (Ohikoa den bezala) 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.

Bi nire oroitzapenak, nire lagun ona erlazionatzeko, Gabe. He had made the terrible mistake of telling people his freshman year that "I’m a freshman, baina Sophomore zutik daukat" Izan ere, hainbat aurreratu placement klaseak hartu zituen, etc. Many of us were similarly situated but we didn’t talk about it so much. His senior year, hura sartu dugu jendea, 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, jakina, jokatu.

Guk ez dugu ordenagailuz Babesgabe ingeniari bezala hainbeste gure gogoko gauzak egin behar bat litzateke kutxa gainean ziren telnet izan eta exekutatu X-begi 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. Try not to laugh out loud when a hapless engineer is trying to close X-eye after X-eye and muttering under his breath about it 🙂

We also played X-trek on those boxes. To do that, iturburua deskargatu nahi izan duzu, 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, berriro eraiki zuten, eta, ondoren, suntsitu Gabe hurrengoan dugu jokatu.

Gabe ere izan zen izeneko TV show bat fan handi bat Blake-en 7. I had never seen it, baina horrek ez zuen eragotzi dit Dr dela azpimarratu tik. Who is the superior show. The arguments would get heated at times 🙂

Egun bat, 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, eskubidea" was his answer. I then logged in, sartu bere erabiltzaile id, aktibatuta zion aurre egiteko, Idatzitako eta esan ozen, "I wonder if it’s B-L-A-K-E-7" ? Touch typing has never paid off as handsomely as it did that day.

Hurrengo astea (edo laster): More computer room antics from college.

Ez edozein partekatu behar duzu? Leave a comment or email me and I’ll publish them here.

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Guraso gisa, somewhere along the line I discovered the "When I was a little boy" trick.

Nire semea, seguruenik, lau edo bost momentuan, zen puxika bat jolasten eta pixka gehienak mutilak duten globoak jolastu atsegin, he popped it. He was very upset. The world had come to an end. I said to him, "when I was little boy, Puxika bat izan nuen, eta, azkenean, idatz ezazu, 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, Prince, had died in a car accident. Oraingo honetan, Bere erantzuna izan zen, "Now I feel bad about two things!" I shied away from using the "when I was a little boy" kontsolamendua teknika ondoren.

Zakur hildako istilurik aurretik, Hala ere,, 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", etc.

Hori ere izan zen, nahiko pixka bat arrakastatsua, but he started to increasingly rebel against the tyranny of my childhood. One event, bereziki, 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, izan zen ergela!".

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Itzuli inguruan 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, azken erabiltzaileei erraza, flashy, multi-hizkuntza, etc. Sad to say, Seguru asko ez dut lan handinahi multzo bat bezala izan nahi dutenek ilusio hura betetzeko egun noiztik.

This effort pre-dated Microsoft.NET. Plain vanilla ASP was still somewhat new (edo, behintzat, oso nire enpresari Ohituta). "Brick and mortar" companies were doomed. Kondenatuta! This is to say that it was pioneering work. Partikula ez Collider aitzindari lana, baina gure mundu txiki batean, lana izan zen aitzindaria.

We were crazy busy. We were doing mini POC’s almost every day, out nola kalkulatzen egoera mantentzeko bat berez estaturik gabeko ertain, out kalkulatzen multi-hizkuntza gaiak, row-level security. We even had create a vocabulary to define basic terms (Egoera-iraunkorrak nahiago dut, baina arrazoiren batengatik, the awkward "statefull" irabazi eguna).

Ginen madly produktu hau asmatuz, 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, beti gaztelaniaz edo frantsesez delako zentratu, baina kasu honetan, Txinako zen (horietatik bi byte karaktere eta behar bereziak manipulazio ematen dugu teknologia erabiltzen da).

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:

• American: "Could you tell me how to get to [XX] kalean?"
• Txinako: "Sorry, we don’t speak English".
• American: "Oh, Mandarin ondo hitz egiten dut." eta haiei galdetu zuen berriro txineraz, baina argi eta garbi (onena izan zitekeen).
• Txinako: Oso adeitsuki, "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] kalean."

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" Niri pressuring negozio txarra erabakiak sartu zentzuan.
• Dugu, ez ziren onartzen autoak gidatzeko (ez zen zenbait gisa nahasmena hau ote zen ohitura, legezko baldintza edo, besterik gabe, bezeroaren arau).
• Baziren ohiturak igaro arau bereziak.
• Dugu, ez ziren onartzen American dirua erabili nahi ezer.
• You’re not supposed to leave tips. It’s insulting if you do.

Eta, azkenik,, Oroitzapenak nahiko freskoa izan dut Tiananmen sarraskia. When I was at college, I remember seeing real-time Usenet postings as the world looked on in horror.

Laburbilduz, 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.

Ni honetan I 14 orduko hegaldia eta zen enpresa klase nahiz, 14 ordu bat madarikatuak denbora luzea da. Besterik ez dira, beraz, modu asko zeure burua entretenitua irakurriz, watching movies or playing with the magnetized cutlery. Even a really good book is hard to read for several hours straight.

Azkenean, Ontzi-materiala irakurtzeko software pieza bat hasi dut nirekin bezeroaren esku-liburuetan izan dut, Netscape’s web server. I’m reading the hardware/software requirements, marketing blurbs du, argazki polita da eta bat-batean, bilatzen, I zero in on the giant "NOT FOR EXPORT" abisua, zerbaiti buruz 128 bit encryption. I stuffed the box back into my carry bag, aurpegia behera abisua (balitz bezala, lagundu duten zukeen) eta saiatu ikuspegi mantendu Midnight Express out of my head.

Atzera begira orain, Aukeratu behar izan nuen, kezkatuta, ez badu, denean US utzi nuen, 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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Misconstrue bere galderak:

Bere: Zer egun da?

Dad: Ko Asteazkena bezperan.

S: Ez, zer eguna hilaren da?

D: Oh, dena 4 Jan ondoren egun 25.

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Tickle zion, eta esan zion gelditzeko denean, barre egiten zuen geldialdiak egingo zara.

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Joan eskaileretatik behera Telebista gela eta iragarriko, "It’s good to be the daddy." Gero, pick up zion sofan lekuen beroa lortzeko eta kanal aldatzeko zerbait ona, Scifi kanal bezala.

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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. Adibidez, "the knife slipped in his hand, bere indizea hatz ebaketa, hura hil eta berehala." 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, kontatu zion, "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!"

(Honek gogorarazten dit nire Borg gogoko txantxa du: "Borger King: We do it our way. Your way is irrelevant." hahaha!)

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Ireki liburu bat, orriaren 9 eta esan, "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, arku to Squarewood herriko etsaia."

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Sortu gidatuko dugu Massachusetts New Jersey-tik hainbat aldiz urte bat hartzen du, eta, askotan, buruz 5 hours door to door. As we arrive home and pull into the driveway say, "oh, Ahaztu dut, to Home horiek marra azkar bat egin behar dugu."

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Noiz TV show batean, indarkeriazko pasarte bat ikusi (besteak beste, Heroes gisa), esan zure semea, "some times, lanean, I need to destroy my enemies by burning them alive using the powers of my mind. I don’t like doing it, baina, zer egin behar duzu behar duzu."

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Noiz txarra beldurrezko filmak behaketa (see "It’s good to be the Daddy" Goiko), ascribe improbable motives to the evil character. Esate baterako, 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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