Monthly Archives March 2006
I just returned home after a failed attempt to reach the IETF hotel. IETF 65 is planned to take place in the Hilton Anatole in Dallas. Problem is, much of the area between I-35E and the east levee of the Trinity River is flooded this evening. The Anatole is smack dab in the middle of it.
I spent several hours probing for routes to the hotel. In a Miata. Dean got in in his monster truck. I tried to follow his route, but the police closed it right before I got through.
I did witness some strange things, though. Lots of people were arriving via taxi, and were getting out on the freeway. There was a line of people fording the access road, carrying bags on their heads and everything. That will teach me to carry my camera in the trunk where I can’t reach it.
The odd thing is, I have lived in the Dallas area since 1987. It’s common to have heavy rains in the spring, and I’ve seen flooding before. But I’ve never seen _this_ much flooding even after weeks of spring rain. And typically not much at all in that area of town.
That’s it for tonight. I will try again in the morning. Fortunately, my neighborhood has very good flood control.
I received a thoughtful letter from a large accounting firm informing me that they had been counting the acquired beans of a former employer of mine and that my personal data (name, home address and SSN), which had been lying around on one of their employee’s laptops minding its own business, had been liberated by a kind soul who had released it from its imprisonment, namely the trunk of the employee’s locked car.
Graciously, the accounting firm and former employer had partnered with the holy trinity of credit agencies to provide me, free of charge, a service that would let me know exactly when the triumvirate started libeling me and my credit rating. All I needed to do was provide my personal information and the super-secret promotional code on an easy-to-complete web form.
After I had provided my becoming-less-personal-by-the-minute data and the code, I hit the Submit button. A terse message appeared, stating that my humble request for an account could not be processed and that I should email their customer support group (whose domain name didn’t match the website with which I had been interacting). I did so. A coldly automated reply (from yet another domain), which labeled my supplication as spam, said that I would be helped in the order in which my email was received.
I contacted my former employer’s amazing efficient HR department. Together, a cheerful HR rep and I embarked on a journey of exploration through divers call centers that supposedly supported these credit bureaus. The first support person, who wished to be known only as “Joel”, insisted that I provide my full name, mother’s maiden name, SSN, phone number, and email address just so he could do a database lookup. He was able to locate my information in “another department’s database” but could not grant me access to it since he worked in “a different department”. He provided another 1-800 number to which he could _not_ transfer us and told us to call them directly. At that number, “Jay” was better at verifying my personal data without demanding that I give all of it to him first. However, he was also unable to help and gave us yet another 1-800 number that we had to call directly. After I provided “Eileen” with my “personal” data, she was less helpful, insisting that I must have created an account, but it wasn’t in the database yet, and that I should try again in two hours. The HR rep said that she would escalate the situation internally and with the accounting firm and call me back.
An hour later, the HR rep had managed to find a rare beast – an expert who was local to this continent and was willing to provide his full name and direct phone number. Huzzah! Mayhap he could clear whatever database/web glitch had foiled my previous attempts to initiate this valuable fraud protection service. I would be able to complete the account creation process! Hope glimmered.
And then faded. He wanted to “walk through the web form” with me and speculated that I had given myself the “wrong” username, since they had 4 million users, you know, and I probably picked a username that already existed. Or perhaps I had filled out some other field incorrectly. That was probably it. I couldn’t possibly know my own address, mother’s maiden name, or SSN. And if I did, surely I must have mistyped it. And their databases, with their complete and accurate dossiers on me, would know and reject my pathetic attempts to authenticate myself.
Wearied, I asked them just to snail mail any appropriate forms. I would interact with their broken web forms and databases no more.
Six hours later, Customer Care responded to my original electronic entreaty with yet another 1-800 number.
At least six more people on the planet (three of whom were using call center pseudonyms) have my personal information, and I have not yet enabled this wonderful fraud monitoring system to “protect” myself from inappropriate appropriation of my data.
Cancer Research has published the result of a study that suggests that capsaicin may reduce the incidence of prostate cancer. The team is calling for human studies on individuals with prostate cancer.
First post here, so be nice.
Matthias just told me a story on one of his relatives.
And I quote
“After my great-uncle got tired of vaporizing sheep at Sandia”…
Using a setup they term a “Z-Machine,” Sandia Labs has managed to get a bundle of tungsten up above two billion degrees Kelvin. If that’s not enough, it appears that the total power output (in the form of x-rays) from the system is greater than the total power input. They’re not certain what’s going on, but the possibilities for nuclear power generation are intriguing.
The Z-Machine in Action;
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Companies fight over the name Fluffernutter.