The Internet is Forever

With all the talk lately about Facebook and the problems inherent in its privacy settings, I just wanted to put out a little safety warning in regards to the Internet.

Maybe Facebook could make their settings clearer and easier to use. But I think there isn’t too much Facebook can do about things, because I think the problem is that the people using Facebook are not educated about how their information is stored, used, etc. Before anybody is allowed to use Facebook (or Twitter, MySpace, etc. I don’t want to just pick on Facebook), someone should sit them down and say:

Facebook is still the Internet. Anything you say can be used against you. If you want something to remain private, then don’t post it on the Internet. Assume everything you write, any picture you upload, will be seen by the worst possible people (your boss, your mom, your parole officer, etc).

It’s really quite simple: if you want privacy, don’t go to the biggest public space in the known universe and share it. What would the guy you went on one date with do when faced with all of your Tweets from right after your last breakup? What about when your boss sees why you REALLY didn’t come in to work on Monday? Would your mother wash your mouth out with soap?

This is something that bloggers and other personal info sharers have known for some time. The problem is, the big social networking sites (like Facebook) make sharing things so easy, that people are doing it without considering what they are sharing, and with whom. I would wager that most of the people using Facebook have no idea how it can come back to haunt them.

Even if your information is relatively protected (i.e. you have your privacy settings set correctly), it is still being stored on a server somewhere, out of your control. Web crawlers can find information and replicate it to another site with no privacy controls. Someone could hack the server, or an employee could make an unauthorized copy. Or, a friend of yours could innocently re-post a picture or piece of information, without being malicious. Even just a little personal data could be dangerous in the wrong hands.

Okay, but you’ve heard all of this before, and probably ignored it. So I’m going to give you some concrete examples. As a person who puts large amounts of personal information out on the web, these are the issues that keep me awake at night.

The obvious examples are people looking for a job, or for a date. Do you think that interviewers or blind dates aren’t going to Google you? You would be amazed at the amount of information you can find about a person just by searching for them. For example, when I was in college there was a quote from me in the school paper. I was pretty frustrated at the time, but the article makes me sound like a racist. For the longest time, that was in the top 5 things that came up about me when you searched for my name, although now it has thankfully been pushed to about page 3 (mentioned at the risk of bumping that page up higher in the rankings). So any potential employer could Google me, say, “Whoa, racist!” and give me a pass without knowing anything else about me. And that article will be on the Internet in some form or another for the rest of my life.

You see why this is a problem? I certainly didn’t consider that when I gave the quote in the first place. Let me give another example. I was going to start with a new doctor who I had never seen before. For no reason at all, Sara and I googled him the night before my appointment and found his Facebook page. It turns out, the guy was right out of school (younger than me actually), and his page was full of pictures of him drinking. According to his page, he was known as the “party cougar”…I’m not sure what that means, but it was pretty clear that he did a lot of partying. Needless to say, I didn’t go into the appointment feeling very confident in his abilities. “But wait!” you say, “Isn’t that his fault for not having his privacy settings correct?” Well, it depends on how you look at it. On Facebook, at least by default, people in your same “network” can see at least some of your page. “Chicago” is a pretty big network.

This is just the tip of the iceberg. It gets much worse.

Little bits and information leak out over time, no matter how careful you are. As they used to say when I worked on classified materials, even unclassified information can become classified when it is linked together. And, because the Internet is forever, these leaks don’t disappear. They hang around. Little bits of trivia that seemed so stupid and unimportant are suddenly linked with other bits of information and start to give a picture. So let me give you some much scarier examples.

Lets say there is a person on the internet who is known only by their internet name, and someone wanted to find out where that person lived. If this person is active online, even if they think they are being careful, someone could probably do it. This person might have idle talk about things he passes on the way to work, or construction across the street, or the local independent music store he frequents. These comments might span years, but, taken altogether, one might be able to narrow his location down to a neighborhood. The person might use their first name here and there, and then have a family member known as Uncle Lastname. Given the person’s full name, or at least an educated guess, you could find out even more information about them, especially in public records such as house sales or building permits, which you could match with the neighborhood. Finally, the person might have a picture, lets say of their flowers on the back porch, in which you could see the view they see, including businesses or addresses, or at the least which floor they live on.

So that’s bad enough. But they could go further. Maybe you talk about going to see your favorite band in concert, the crazy things your cat does, or (god forbid) mention your mother’s maiden name. What happens if they go to your bank website, say they forgot their password, and the security question asks them about one of those things?

Okay, so let me outline my personal nightmare scenario for you (worse even than the above, in my opinion). In a couple of years, my daughter will be on the Internet. What’s to stop an online predator from convincing her he is a family friend? He’s got baby photos of her, he’s got all the information about her growing up; anecdotes of funny things she’s said, dates of vacations and surgeries, etc. How could he *not* be who he says? Shouldn’t she trust him?

::shudder:: I hate even thinking about it. And if I really wanted to be sure that it never happens, then the only thing I can do is close up shop. In fact, it’s probably already too late, because the second I typed my first post, it was picked up and cached somewhere, such as mirror sites, Google, or the Wayback Machine. And I can think of a lot more scenarios and ways to get information on people than I am mentioning, for fear of giving people ideas.

You can’t live in fear. And, in reality, there are actually very few online predators out there. So, even knowing all of this, I keep doing what I do. I’ve decided the benefits outweigh the risks. But please people, for the love of all that is holy, don’t go into it blind. Know what you are putting out there. Know how it can be used. Think about it before you put it out there. Don’t expect Facebook, or anybody else, to protect you. Protect yourself, or at the least, make informed decisions.

That is all.

We’re about to lose LOST

Well, at long last, we’re losing LOST. For those of you living under a rock, the iconic series is coming to a close this Sunday.

Ah, Lost. We’ve had our ups and downs. But I have to say, they’ve mostly been ups. 6 years we’ve been watching that show. And, although there have been disappointments, they were mostly just when the show failed to be less than absolutely awesome. The good parts of the show sort of set the bar so high, that when it couldn’t be that good for every single second (which would be impossible of course), people were disappointed. No matter how it ends up, I think I can safely say that I’ve enjoyed the time I’ve spent on it. Certainly, it is one of the few shows remaining that I actually get excited to see. It might be the only show that we always watch the same night the Tivo records it. In other words, after 6 years, we still plan our night around it.

So here’s to you Lost, for providing us with many, many hours of entertainment (both those spent actually watching the show, and all of the time discussing, pondering, reading blogs about, and generally obsessing about Lost)

In any event, many people will be planning Lost parties for Sunday, and thus might need some Lost-based food, sort of like a Dinner and a Movie type deal. My favorites include Shephard’s Pie, E-Clairs, and of course, to wash it all down, a Sun Jin Fizz.

Link courtesy of Sara.

Supernatural Part II

Okay, I wanted to keep talking about Supernatural, but it didn’t feel right to put it in that last post.

So this was originally supposed to be the series finale, not just the season finale. And it would have been a great cap to the show. Everything that had been building up for the entire series finally came to a head, with a good and satisfying ending. But then, the show was picked up for another season.

Where do you go after defeating Satan and aborting the apocalypse? Isn’t anything else going to seem a little silly? You can’t really escalate from that. And Sam is trapped in hell, which means there has to be some stupid explanation about how he can escape. And what do you do next season, when you have to end things? Because this seems to be the ending you were working towards all along, so now you have to throw some hasty new ending together.

In other words, though I love the show, they should have let it be done.

I can think of two other series that had this same problem, where they came up with an ending and then the show got extended, forcing them to back their way out of it. On Charmed they changed their identities and walked away for good, only to be back next season with some throw away line like, “Oh, that was a nice vacation, but now we’re back!” And of course you have Buffy, who actually died and had to be resurrected. In both cases, the “final” ending ended up not being as good as the original ending. Interestingly, Supernatural is on the CW, formerly the WB, which hosted both Charmed and Buffy. So maybe the network is to blame. Regardless of who is to blame, I sure hope Supernatural can pull it off.

I have to leave you with a clip, so here you go. (Sorry, I looked long and hard for one you didn’t have to click through to see, but I couldn’t find one. I still recommend you click through and watch the clip. It’s short, I’ll wait.) In order to re-open Satan’s prison, the Winchesters had to get the keys by defeating each of the 4 horsemen, including Death himself:

How Janesville stopped the apocalypse

There’s an awesome show by the name of Supernatural.

This season as been about the appending apocalypse, and the efforts of the Winchester boys to avert said apocalypse. The final episode of the season aired a little while ago, so I think I can talk spoilers here, but if you don’t want to know how the whole thing comes out, you might want to skip a little bit. However, there is no way I can talk about the crucial role that the Janesville GM assembly plant played in stopping the apocalypse without talking about how the apocalypse was actually stopped.

So, the entire season (nay series, I’ll get to that later) was culminating into this last episode. Satan wanted to use Sam as his vessel to destroy the world (since he was currently in the body of Jacob from Lost, but I digress), and Sam came up with the plan of letting Satan possess him, and then leaping into the prison they had accidentally let Satan out of in the first place. Long story short, it didn’t go according to plan, and Sam was not, in fact, able to master Satan.

Here’s where the Janesville assembly plant comes in.

Throughout the show, the Winchester brothers travel around in an awesome ’67 Impala.

In the final moments, Sam catches sight of the Impala and remembers all the good times with the car, his brother, his dad (it was originally their dad’s car), etc. Using these memories, he is able to throw off Satan, and jump into the prison.

Now, since the car played such a pivotal roll (THE pivotal roll), the show devoted probably a good 10 minutes of the final episode to discussing the place where the car was manufactured: the Janesville assembly plant. They not only mentioned it by name, but they played old clips of the plant and talked about its history! Sara and I kept looking at each other, like, “Did they really just say that? Are they really talking about the Janesville assembly plant?”

So, to all of my relatives who worked at the plant (including my father): you might have lost your job and had your town ripped apart, but you stopped the apocalypse. That has to count for something.

Garden 2.0

It’s that time of year again…garden time!

The fate of the old garden has been discussed before, so I will not belabor the point. The excellent people of the new garden have been working nonstop to get things ready to go. Evie and I put in a little work, but not nearly as much as some of the folks. And the result looks mighty fine, I might add:

Over the weekend we planted 6 tomato plants, peppers, an eggplant, carrots, chives, basil, and, new this year, some strawberries. I’m already anticipating some delicious produce.

Of course, this being a story involving me, it couldn’t go off without a hitch.

In order to plant our strawberries, we needed to build a box to put them in. Strawberries, left unchecked, will keep coming back every year and expanding, until they take over your garden. So you want to put them in something, so they are contained.

Me, being the handy man around town, went over to Home Depot to get some supplies. This turned out to be beyond me in several ways. It was immediately clear to everyone that I was way out of my element. Let me give you some examples:

Me: “I want to buy some wood to make a strawberry box. Do you guys cut the wood to specification?”
Guy: “You don’t want this wood!”
Me: “I don’t? Why not?”
Guy: “Are you going to eat these strawberries?”
Me, catching on very fast: “This is treated lumber, isn’t it.”

Me: “Is this untreated wood?”
Guy: “Yes. What size are you looking for.”
Me: “…”
Me: “About this big?”
(Note that this conversation was repeated many, many times.”)

Finally I got a piece that looked good. We wanted each side of the box to be 3 feet, so I picked out a board that looked like it was about 12 feet.

Me: “Is this 12 feet?”
Guy: “That’s 10 feet.”
Me: “Let me go get another one.”

Guy: “How do you want this cut?”
Me: “We want 4 pieces.”
Guy: “So, how long?”
Me: “Well, if the board is 12 feet, so if we want 4 pieces, we’d need them to be 4 feet long.”

Now I would like to point out here, that this was really the critical error of the day. However, that guy had every opportunity to see that I was an idiot right there, and stop me. But he didn’t. He cut me 3 pieces 4 feet long. After some very tense conversation with Sara in which I explained what I had just done, we had to go get another board and cut it. We debated having them cut a foot off of each piece, but we were really pushing the limits on what the Home Depot guy was going to put up with from us. Plus we would have had to pay for all the extra cuts (to say nothing of the extra wood we were going to have to buy). Finally, in my mortal embarrassment, I managed to convince Sara to buy the wood as-is, without having the extra cuts, so I could just get out of there as fast as possible. And the Home Depot guy, seeing that I was as clueless as they come and in need of major help, decided not to charge me for the extra piece of wood. (Thank you!)

About this time, Oliver started wailing, which was not helping my stress level. So Sara took the kids out to the car, which should have signaled to me immediately that I had more humiliation in store.

Me: “I can’t find a bar code on the wood.”
Checkout guy, looking at all the boards and not finding a bar code: “What size is it?”
Me: “…”
Me: “I think 1×8”
Checkout guy, sighing: “Can you [hold up the entire line and] run back and get a bar code from some other piece of wood?”
Guy behind us in line: “There is a bar code right there.”
Me: “He’s right!”
Checkout guy: “Oh, I was just taking your word for it that it wasn’t there.”

Okay jerk face, you looked at the wood too and didn’t see it! Man. We finally made our escape and the next morning I cut a foot off each board with a handsaw. Since we didn’t have to pay for the extra wood, and since it only took me about 30 minutes to saw up the wood and assemble the box, we weren’t really out anything. I would say the most embarrassment really could be traced back to this conversation:

Me: “Should I write a blog post about this?”
Sara: “Why not? You embarrass everybody else on there.”

Well, I’m nothing if not fair.