The NASCAR Gatorade Duel

Dale Junior's car flying by at 188mph!

Dale Junior's car flying by at 188mph! (yes, I took that picture!)

My lovely wife, Carey, and I went to the NASCAR Gatorade Duel in Daytona today.  We had a great time and I was very pleased with the experience overall.   I visit Daytona yearly during Bike Week and usually watch the motorcycle races at the Speedway, but I haven’t been to a NASCAR race in years.  This was definitely an experience.  I wanted to take a few moments to relate my thoughts, and some pictures, in no particular order.

  • We ended up parking and tailgating in a secluded spot outside the mall – right across the street from the Speedway.  It was really convenient.  As soon as we parked, a guy in a 4×4 pulled up next to us and got out to chat with us.  His name was Terry and he was from Vermont.  He was missing multiple teeth, had been drinking all day, and was very chatty.  He wanted to share a joint with us, but we politely declined.  Carey was very uncomfortable around Terry.  I saw him as mostly harmless, but I was going out of my way to be nice to him just in case he had broken his teeth gnowing on the bones of the last couple who had crossed him.  I, unfortunately, wasn’t brave enough to take a picture of Terry.  You can see our tailgate picture by clicking HERE.
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  • I didn’t know scalping was legal in Daytona.  As we were walking to the Speedway from our car, was saw an older gentleman arguing with a scalper.  He had just purchased a ticket from the scalper and didn’t bother to look at the face value of the ticket he had purchased.  He had paid twice the face value of the ticket and wanted his money back.  Of course, the scalper refused.  The older gentleman started following the scalper and warning people off of him when they approached.  While I felt bad for the man – it was his own fault for not paying attention to what he was purchasing.
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  • Carey purchased our tickets weeks ago online.  We knew we had pretty good seats, but we had no idea HOW good they were until we got there.  We were 8 rows up DEAD CENTER of the starting line.  You can see a picture of how close we are to the starting line HERE.   I love the picture of the blimp in the background.  We were less than 20 feet from that box!
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  • There are some REALLY weird looking people who attend NASCAR races.  For example, take a look at Ugly Grumpy Woman sitting next to Carey.
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  • People take their NASCAR seriously.  I saw more driver paraphernalia than I expected.  It seemed like everyone but me had some.  Even Carey was wearing her Jimmie Johnson cap.  I ended up buying a Carl Edwards keychain just so I could feel like I belonged.
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  • Even NASCAR has it’s “nerds.”  There were lots of people emulating pit crews by using “pit-style headphones” instead of regular earplugs to block the noise.  There were also countless people walking around with hand-held scanners picking up the driver-to-pit chatter.  They even had scanners emblazoned with driver plates.  NASCAR scanner aficionados were exchanging frequencies and talking “scanner shop.”  All revolving around NASCAR.  I decided right then and there that if I go to more races, I am going to be a scanner geek.  Carey shook her head; I don’t think she wants to be around me if I do start carrying a scanner.
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  • I REALLY liked the world-class lens I brought to the race.  Remember; I am CTO for an Interactive Communications company that works closely with the company who markets and advertises Dale junior’s 88 car.. Photography and videography is one of our specialties.  I am a budding photographer; not at all good yet – but I do get to use the toys the professionals use.  I brought a Canon Ultrasonic Telephoto Lens.  The quality is amazing.  I took THIS shot of Jimmie Johnson as he was waving to the crowd.  I think Carey is going to print it and sleep with it under her pillow.  HERE is another one she loves.
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  • I took a really cool shot of the F-15 flyover.
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  • Even dead celebrities show up for a good NASCAR race.  Elvis was in attendance, on leave from Vegas.
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  • Carl Edwards is my favorite driver.  His public persona is intelligent, funny, witty, and he is a gentleman.  He is a damned fine race car driver as well.
    — Carl saying HELLO to the crowd.
    — Carl in a quick pit stop.  This pit gained him +3 places in the race, which was later lost.
    — Carl pulling out of pit road.
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Michael Waltrip blows a tire!

Michael Waltrip blows a tire!

  • The seats at the Speedway are WAY too close to one another.  For the first race, a nice lady was sitting next to me and we were closer than strangers have any right to be.  Closer than in coach class in an airplane.  We were courteous to each other, but I don’t see how really large people can sit in just a single seat.  Maybe NASCAR will eventually start charging for two seats for overweight spectators?  What would that do to attendance?  There was a greater percentage of overweight people than not.For the second race, a drunken older man was sitting next to me and he was, to put it bluntly, not about to give a shit about some punk taking pictures next to him.  He continually bumped and jostled me and more than once he suddenly stood an knocked my camera into my face as I was trying to take a picture.  I’m not sure if he realized what he did; but I think he did know what he was doing, but his personal space was his personal space – no matter how close the seats were to one another.    I didn’t say anything about being bumped by him because I know that more than once the lens of my camera was pretty much resting on his ear as I was trying to take shots.  We just couldn’t help but bump each other.
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  • Crashes are spectacular.  When Michael Waltrip blew a tire everyone gasped and stood.  Watching on TV is just not the same.  When you see how FAST those cars go, you really understand how dangerous a crash can be and why safety is such a huge concern for these drivers and teams.  Here’s ANOTHER shot.  And ANOTHER.
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  • Here’s Jimmie Johnson coming in for the win on race #1.
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  • I was appalled at how much of a presence smoking companies have at NASCAR.  As a throat Cancer Survivor, I am justifiably sensitive to smoking around me.  In the fan zone there were numerous huts and tents set up welcoming smokers in.  In the stands, EVERYONE was smoking.  I was literally in a cloud of smoke the entire time I was there.  The ashes from cigarettes were hitting me int he face because of the windy day.  I know smoking is not illegal, but it should be.  And NASCAR should have premium seats as good as the ones we got that are designated non-smoking.  I was miserable and paranoid the entire time that this was going to stress my throat and help bring back my cancer.
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  • The sound of the pack of cars as they whoosh past is felt as much as it is heard.  It is amazing and, again, the television doesn’t do it justice.  Seeing those cars fly by at 190 mile per hour, smelling the rubber, and feeling the rumble deep within your chest gives on an adrenaline rush like no other.  I was mesmerized and almost addicted to it.  Once the cars would pass, an almost depressed silence fell upon the crowd until a short minute later when the “fix” came again as the cars returned to fly by again.

Like I said, aside from the smoking and tight seats, I had a great time today.  I can’t wait to go to another NASCAR event – if I can find a way to avoid the cigarette smoke.  The fans are fun, the race was a blast, and the atmosphere was pleasant.  If you have a chance to go to a NASCAR event this season, I highly recommend you do so.

You can view the entire NASCAR GATORADE DUEL PHOTO ALBUM HERE.

Fat Lips and Cancer

This is not MY lip, but it is a fat lip

Not BinaryBiker's Lip

I have a fat lip – and it’s making me nervous.

Yesterday I discovered what felt like a small lump below my lip.  It was painful to the touch.  It felt like an ingrown hair along the shaving line of my bottom lip.  Throughout the day I felt it and it was sore, but there was no visible sign of the zit or ingrown hair.

Then, last night, my lip started to swell.  Within an hour it looked like I has been punched square in the mouth.  The entire right side of my lower lip was puffy and swollen.  It was not sore to the touch, but it looked really bad.

The swelling starts right where the “ingrown hair” is and spreads to the the entire right side of my lip.  Coincidentally, it’s swollen in exactly the same spot I had a pretty painful cold sore a few month ago.  That got me to thinking; I have squamous cell carcinoma.  I have cancer – it started in my tonsils and spread to my lymph nodes.  As those of you know who follow my blog you know I had surgery, chemo, and radiation and have had two clean scans behind me since.

I have another scan coming up in 30 days; my next 6-month set of scans.  Readers of my blog know that I get really anxious at about this time.  I start seeing cancer in everything.  I freak myself out with even the tiniest of symptoms.  This is no different.

My fat lip has me really freaked out.   I couldn’t sleep last night, at all.  I was up all night looking up signs of lip cancer.  You probably won’t be surprised to know that lip cancer is squamous cell carcinoma – the type of cancer I have.  Lip cancer is also called “lip gloss” cancer because too much lip gloss on the lips over time magnifies the sun’s harmful rays on the lips and can lead to this cancer.  When I found that out last night that lip cancer is the kind of cancer I have,  around 1:00am, I really started spiraling into anxious despair.

I went to a website and the key sentence that started freaking me out was:

The most important lip cancer symptom is the presence of a lump on the lip. The lump may be painless or may cause pain sometimes. Any sore may appear on the lip or inside the mouth which doesn’t heal at all. (source)

Lip Cancer

Lip Cancer

Wow.  My cold sore never seemed to have healed completely.  It healed, but the skin/scar seems a lot “weaker” than the surrounding skin on the lip.  So I went looking for pictures of lip cancer.  I found a lot of obvious and disturbing images which don’t look at all like my lip, but then I found a picture like the one depicted to the left.  The scar let by my cold sore almost looks like this.

So you can imagine what was going through my mind last night.  I saw another bout of cancer treatment on the horizon.  I saw more surgery, more radiation, and maybe even more chemo.

I have no qualms about the battle if I do have to start again.  I have cancer.  This is what I do.  I am a survivor.  But I realized a couple of things that really worried me:

  1. I don’t have disability insurance any longer.  I am on my wife’s insurance right now.  As CTO for a small company I could price them completely out of being able to provide other employees insurance.  If I took company insurance, their rates would skyrocket and they would be forced to stop offering it to anyone.  All because I have cancer.  (this is why we need healthcare reform, people.)  My wife’s healthcare coverage is excellent, but since I do not work for the company I do not have disability.
  2. If I do have cancer in my lip, I am nervous about the surgery to remove it.  Part of my lip would be taken away.  I don’t want to look like Quasimodo.  Shallow, I know, but there it is.  I dread the thought of having surgery on m lips and the body image I will have afterward.  It would not be at all like the body image issues I had with my radical neck dissection.  It would be worse.

As the day has gone on I have seen a reduction in the swelling.  The ingrown hair is hurting like hell and I can see that the swelling begins from exactly that point.  I think I am freaking myself out for nothing – the more I look at it the more it does seem like maybe it is just the swelling from the ingrown hair pushing blood and fluid into the lip.

Rest assured though that I will be calling my doctors on Monday.  Even if the swelling goes away it is vitally important to notice, log, and inform my doctors of any abnormalities in my ears, mouth, nose, and throat.  I have cancer – I have to suspect EVERYTHING.

I hope this is just another case of pre-scan anxiety.  But whatever it is, with my wife, family, and friends behind me I will face it head on.

Moon Program Scrapped – Is this Bad?

Ares LogoYou’re probably read all about it by now.  The White House has slashed the Ares/Constellation program from the budget.  Is this the end of our dream to return to the Moon?  What does this mean for the future of manned space flight?

I live in Orlando, a scant 35 miles from the Kennedy Space Center.  I can tell you this – the repercussions of this budget and program cut are a massive blow to the local economy and job market.  In the short term, our local job market will be flooded with people looking for jobs.  I know a few people employed in the various companies that do work for NASA, as well as people who work for NASA directly.  There is a rush to find new opportunities both within NASA and outside the space program while still staying focused on the work at hand.

Many of the technical people who will be let go will flood our local technical market.  In a market that is already a barren wasteland, Central Florida will very quickly over-saturate with job seekers.  The non-technical market in Central Florida is not so hot either at the moment.  It is definitely an employers market and it’s only going to get harder for job-seekers.

In the long-term, I support the idea of private industry blazing the trail back into space; to the Moon and beyond.  As long as the government doesn’t over-regulate it.  Ares/Constellation would not have been canned were it not already over budget and behind schedule.  We’ve come to expect that from our space program and that has to stop.

The problem is, there are a lot of private industry companies here in Florida that could blaze the trail back into space – but they’re not ready for it either.  All their money comes from the government and they are not mobilized to lead the new gold rush.  It will take years for them to recover and restructure.

It will be tough to get jobs here for a while, and I feel bad for the guys who will lose their jobs.  I am disappointed that this has happened.  Hopefully NASA can refocus and rely on private industry rockets.

What I am really waiting for is for civilian companies to launch their own craft into space without any government astronauts and very little oversight.  When that day comes, it will usher in a new age of spaceflight and exploration.

The Zodiac

The Skinny on Astrology

I was born on March 26th. That make me an Aries according to Western Sun Astrology. I was also born in the Year of the Dog, according to the Chinese Zodiac. Accordingly, because of the positions of the stars and planets at the time of my birth, I have certain characteristics. For example, according to the Chinese Zodiac, a person born in the Year of the Dog displays the following characteristics:

People born in the Year of the Dog possess the best traits of human nature. They have a deep sense of loyalty, are honest, and inspire other people’s confidence because they know how to keep secrets. But Dog People are somewhat selfish, terribly stubborn, and eccentric. They care little for wealth, yet somehow always seem to have money. They can be cold emotionally and sometimes distant at parties. They can find fault with many things and are noted for their sharp tongues. Dog people make good leaders. They are compatible with those born in the Years of the Horse, Tiger, and Rabbit.(source)

Or, if you subscribe to the Western Zodiac, an Aries has the following characteristics:

The Aries person seeks adventure and has unusually high energy level. Pioneering, Aries will be the first to take a risk. There were no doubt, a lot of Aries day traders when that first became popular for example.

The sunsign Aries is considered by their peers to be a courageous leader, not afraid to take risks, will often feel confident that “They know better”. Aries always seems to have a quick grasp of essence of most any situation, BUT aries does not often hang around to closely examine the details. However, give fiery Aries a cause, or a good reason to fight for something, a problem to solve, or a fresh new idea to ponder, and you will find this dynamic personality rises to the cause.

Aries is also a very dynamic person and can easily draw attention to themselves when they enter a room. Make no mistake, an Aries person will be on of the first to risk their life to save yours, and also the first to get really mad at you for putting yourself at risk in the first place! (source)

Wow; all this, and more, can be figured out from the time of my birth? Do you really think so? I don’t, and I don’t understand how any rational person can believe in astrology. I can’t even TYPE astrology – my fingers keep typing “astronomy” and I have to go back and fix it.

And yet, a persistent belief in astrology thrives today. It’s couched under the term “entertainment” today, but that doesn’t stop people from looking for meaning in their horoscope. I’m blogging this because my Facebook wall is filled with friends sharing their daily horoscope. When pressed, my friends hem and haw about whether they believe or not. Their very responses and their unwillingness to deny or confirm tells me all I need to know – they believe.

So how can people believe in astrology in today’s day and age? Let’s discuss a couple of those reasons:

The Ancients Knew More Than Us

There has been an increase in the past couple of decades that humanity has missed some awesome “truth” from the ancients as we advance. This stems from a kind of Frankenstein complex that we possess. Our technology is outstripping our morality. We’re too sure of ourselves. We too easily dismiss the ancient wisdoms.

There is always a grain of truth to these statements. It is true that most of our medicines come from plants and bio-matter. Our ancestors used those same plants to cure ailments. But not necessarily with a greater degree of success. Yes, chewing the bark of a tree could cure a headache. Yes, using leeches can help wounds from festering. No, there is no evidence that the ancients had a cure for cancer, or could live for 900 years.

Still, this surety that we have lost something vital as we progress leads to a belief in all sorts of pseudo-scientific doctrines, including homeopathic healing and astrology.

Aries

Aries

Too Much Science to Understand

The modern man can’t explain how a television works, or how a telephone works. He accepts it on faith – it may as well be magic. He has no idea why it works, or how it works – it just does. More and more today it requires extremely specialized knowledge to understand even the basic concepts of the technology we use. This leads to a backlash to “simpler” times. It’s evident even in my parents – you know who I mean – the ones who walked 5 miles in snow to get to school. The ones who used to go get a tankful of gas for a dollar and a nickel bought them a real Cherry Coke. They remember when you could work on a car with common household garage tools. They remember when you could open the back of your television and replace a bad tube.

Things were SIMPLER back then. So they must have been better. Therefore, it stands to reason that astrology has some validity to it.  For the critical thinkers in the audience, maybe you can tell me which logical fallacy this argument is.  🙂

A Need for Something Greater than Ourselves

This is part of being human. It’s the reason why religions exist. Mankind struggles with the idea that this is it. We’re born, we live, we die. We struggle with the notion that maybe there IS no meaning to it all – other than what we choose to apply in the brief span of our lives. Out of all the animals on the planet, only the human knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that one day he will die.

This knowledge creates a “fight or flight” reflex that, left uncontrolled, would quickly burn us our and lead to an early demise. We deal with it though our belief in Gods, afterlife, and a “Cosmic Plan.” We’re greater than the sum of our parts and an external entity or force guides us throughout lives for a greater purpose.

So, it’s easy to understand how comforting it is to believe that there is some point to it all, and we can unveil that plan if only we learn to read the signs properly.

The Chinese Zodiac

The Chinese Zodiac

The Problem

The problem with astrology is that it cannot, and has never been, accurate. Horoscopes are deliberately vague so they can apply to anyone. Heck – read the same horoscope from two different sources on the same day and they will be completely different. There is no force being exerted on me from the stars and planets that affects my fortune and personality through life. If that were true, every person born on March 26th would have the same luck, the same personality traits, and the same fortune.

We know this is not true. How then, can astrology be correct. Heck – let’ stake another look at my Ares description:

[Aries] tends to have more then it’s fair share o good heath, very vigorous with a strong constitution. Being one to be impatient, ever ready for the next challenge, Aries simply does not have the time to be sick. They have incredible powers of recovery, and when ill, they do not stay ill long. When they are ill it seems to mostly be headaches and fevers, but seem to “burn off” in no time. Interesting because they are a fire sign. They have lots of stamina and appear to live off of adrenalin.

Hmm. I have cancer. Yes, I beat it. I suppose I could argue that, as an Aries, my super strong constitution allowed me to beat this disease (so far). I did seem to recover very fast from such bad health.

But wait – that’s just rationalizing, isn’t it? I twisted the facts of my situation to fit the horoscope. After all – if I REALLY had a strong constitution why did I even get the cancer in the first place?  And that’s how astrology works, people. The predictions are so vague that they are designed, deliberately, to force us to create a “matching pattern” in our mind to fit the facts. This is called the Forer Effect, named after psychologist Bertram Forer who demonstrated how people will believe that vaguely worded personality “profiles” (which could apply to anybody) were accurate, custom-tailored profiles just for them.

Astrology is a joke; it’s not even entertainment. It’s dangerous. It encourages people to stop thinking for themselves. It suggests that no matter what we do it’s all been planned out, so why try at all.

Don’t buy into it, people. It’s not real.

I think the late Carl Sagan explains all this nicely. Watch, and enjoy.

My Son; the High School Wrestler

Matthew Sparks

My son, Matthew Sparks

I’m very proud of my oldest son, Matthew.  He has been on the Boone High School wrestling team for two years now.  He started in 9th grade, not even understanding the basic concepts of wrestling.  It was a sport I never participated in so I couldn’t help him, even if I hadn’t been stricken by cancer and fighting my battle at the time.  He made up his mind that he wanted to wrestle and he did it.  His first year, he didn’t win a single match.  He showed up to every practice (even the weekend ones), he stayed late, he asked questions – but he never won.  At the end of the season, although he hadn’t won a single match, he was awarded “Most Dedicated” at their award ceremony and some of the more veteran wrestlers were exhorted to emulate Mathew’s example.

This year he had a slow start.  He made Varsity more often this season, which meant he was wrestling more seasoned opponents in most matches.  He wasn’t winning – but he still refused to give up.  Then, a few weeks ago, something happened.  He won.  Carey and I had decided not to go to this particular match  because he said he was more nervous with us around.  He was right, apparently.  He called me, breathless from his match, and told me he had won his first match!  His team was so excited for him that they picked him up and carried him off the mat.  They know how dedicated he is and how hard he works – and it finally paid off.

I won’t lie; I had tears on my cheeks when he called me.   I was so proud that he had finally won a match.  I was more touched, though, that he picked up the phone and called me immediately – even as his team was still high-fiving him.  It’s moments like this that make being a Dad worth it.  Countless hours of listening to him regale me with tales of his practices, late night discussions about wrestling, giving him advice on persistence and perseverance when he was down, numerous times driving all over creation to get him to a match or to practice, a multitude of broken hearts as I watched him try – and not succeed – all worth it because it paid off for him and because I was the first person he called.   He couldn’t wait to call Dad.

Matthew Wrestling

Matthew Wrestling

Then, last weekend, he had a tournament where he won 3 our of four of his matches!  He took 2nd place in his weight division!  He lost in the last bout to the champ, but he was so happy.  To win three matches in a row is amazing for Matthew.

Last night, he had another tournament.  He won again!  Carey captured his match on video and I have posted it here.  I took pictures and have posted them here as well.  Please look/watch.  I am so proud of my son – he has shown the heart and spirit of a winner.  He never gives up – he is never negative – he is a positive influence on his team and his family.

Last night, he almost didn’t make the weight class for 127lbs.  When he first weighed in he was 129 pounds.  He told me that he took a page out of the movie Vision Quest and ran around outside to sweat off some weight.  He also, to make the weight, completely stripped down for the weigh-in.  He didn’t want the extra few ounces his underwear put on him.  It was a good move I suspect – he made the weight with less than an ounce to spare.

It has taken him two years to reach this point, but he has done it.  Bigger and greater challenges await him, but I know he will be up to the challenge.  He has the heart of a lion.  I find it amazing that the can stand the “confinement” of wrestling; when he was a small child he would completely panic if anyone laid on him or restricted his movements in any way.

I love my son, the high school wrestler.  He is awesome.

MAtthew - winner!

Matthew - winner!

Chemo Brain or Just Forgetfulness?

chemo brainA  consultant, a friend of my boss, came into the office today.  She is, apparently, going to help us with some proposals we are working on.  She came in and I introduced myself to her, shaking her hand.  She looked at my funny and said “I met you last week.”

I have no memory of that.  I shook my head and asked her if she was sure.  She was.  She even repeated back a conversation I was having last week with someone else.

I have no memory of that.  None.  Her face was completely unfamiliar to me.  I swear I had never met her.  I had never seen her before.  She certainly had not been in the office before.

Either:

  • She’s lying or,
  • I am getting absent-minded and forgetful naturally or
  • this is another example of chemo brain.

I’m concerned, people.  I’ve blogged a few time already about chemo brain and my general mental slowness at times as a result of it.  This is a whole new level of chemo brain, if that is what it is.  How can I completely forget meeting someone with whom I conversed?  Especially while sober.

I played it off with a grin and a rueful shaking of my head.  But ever since, I have sat here, trying to work but unable be very effective.  I’m a little freaked out, truth be told.

I am Dad

An Angry Teen

An Angry Teen

My daughter is upset with me this morning.  She somehow had misplaced her favorite jacket and was complaining about not having anything to wear.  She was grumpy and in a surly mood.  Her mother tried to hand her an alternate  jacket and it was rejected ungraciously.  Carey then tried to point out to our daughter that she had other options in her closet – other jackets and sweaters – but she didn’t want to hear that and stormed off in a huff.  I gently chided her from the breakfast table, telling her not to sulk.  She ignored me, but I knew she had heard me.

Five minutes later I piled the kids into the car like I do every morning so I could drive them to school.  The usual “SHOTGUN” battle ensued the second we stepped out of the house and onto the porch with today’s winner, Christopher, taking the privileged spot in the front passenger seat.  We were pulling out of the driveway, and I was about 75 feet from the house when I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that my daughter had found a jacket after all.

Smiling, I looked at her and said, “Hey – it looks like you found a jacket after all!”

And then it happened.  She yelled at me.  With a nasty snarl she raised her voice and said “BUT IT DOESN’T FIT RIGHT.”  As if it were my fault that the jacket didn’t fit.  As if I had no right to say anything to her when I had already chided her for sulking.  As if she hadn’t been presented with, literally, four other options before we left.  She raised her voice at me.

I stopped the car in the middle of the road and told her to take off the jacket.  She questioned me.  I told her again, firmly, to take off the jacket and hand it to me.  With very poor grace she removed it and thrust it angrily at me.

I opened the car door and threw the jacket into the middle of the wet, rainy, road.  I closed my door and drove on.

As I was driving (in shocked silence from the kids), I very firmly told my daughter that her tone and attitude was unacceptable and that she is not allowed to ever, for any reason, raise her voice to me.  Of course, by this time the shock of what I had done had hit her full on and she was very upset that I had thrown her jacket in the middle of the road.

I told her that it’s OK to be in a bad mood.  It’s OK to have a bad clothes morning.  It’s OK to be pre-teen hormonal and emotional.  It is not OK to take her frustration out on me or her mother.  Between sniffles, she agreed with me and didn’t talk to me the rest of the drive to school.  When I dropped them off, she didn’t look twice, got out of the car, and closed the door just a trifle harder than necessary – as if she had to get in the last word.

I drove to work, stopping on my way to retrieve the jacket I had tossed out the window.  My point had been made.

Is Crashing A White House Party Criminal?

They have a flair for the dramatic.  They are glory-hounds.  They shamelessly seek notoriety and fame.  The Salahi’s crashed a White House party they were not invited to, mingled with the political elite, and even shook hands with the President himself.  What they did was definitely ill-advised and showed poor judgment – but are they criminals?

If you watch the video above, it certainly seems like they are criminals – at least in the eyes of the questioners.  The questioners continually try to get the Salahi’s to answer any question that might break their pleas to the 5th Amendment and thus open the doors for answers or prosecution.  Still – was a law broken?

Gate crashing a party, even a party with the President of the United States attending, is not illegal.  If the Salahi’s used bribery, misrepresentation, or fraud to gain entrance – those acts may be considered criminal, if it can be proven.  The onus of proof is not on the Salahi’s; they are innocent until proven guilty.  The onus of proof is on the prosecution, if it becomes a criminal case.

The thing that annoys me here is that the real issue is being swept under the carpet for this public lynching.  In my opinion, the Salahi’s are just “hackers.”  Prosecuting them is like prosecuting the conscientious hacker who breaks into a government database, looks around, and then leaves – publicly stating what he had done to either gain recognition or to expose a hole in security.  It’s certainly not wise to publicly expose the incompetence of others, but neither is it criminal. (well, for computer hacking it is now because a law has been passed making it illegal) The Salahi’s are getting hung out to dry in a public forum so the real issue, the glaring security hole that allowed them in, can be quietly shuffled to the side.

Make no mistake – that’s what happened here.  The Salahi’s aren’t super-genius criminals with backing from a foreign government or organization.  They are garden-variety “hackers” who did something because they could and are getting hammered for it.  They exposed an embarrassing security hole and the powers that be are throwing huge red herrings in front of us all to prevent us from seeing the incompetence that led to the creation of the hole.

We should thank the Salahi’s.  They did no harm.  They hurt no one.  They exposed a massive security vulnerability that could have led to terrible consequences if a malevolent person had exploited it.  Thanks to the Salahi’s we learned of, and can correct, this vulnerability before something bad happened.

Thank them, slap them on the wrist, and then plug the hole that let them in.  Stop the nonsense.

Nature Shot at Leu Gardens

Carey and I have a new camera, a Canon Rebel XSi.  We don’t really know how to use a digital SLR, but we’re slowly learning.  The following are some shots we took today at Leu Gardens.  You may remember from earlier posts that Leu Gardens is where I proposed to Carey in January 2009 and where we were married in October 2009.

You can click on any picture to enlarge it.

The Binary Biker Moves to WordPress

I have been a faithful user of Blogspot for years, but I have made the switch to WordPress as of today.  I am not sure yet if I will migrate all of my old posts here or if I will let the old Blogspot blog keep my past archive.  Likely, I will move everything here as I have a lot of content on Blogspot.

Binary Biker has moved to WordPressWhy did I make the move?

For the past 6 months I have been CTO at Hooah.cc.  I work with a really visionary team of designers and videographers.  Many of our smaller websites are done in WordPress.  Since I have been exposed to WordPress I have learned the following things about the service that compelled me to switch:

  1. There are higher-quality themes available for WordPress
  2. It is easier to create a custom theme and remote-host your blog on your own domain.
  3. The administration options are more powerful.
  4. I have more control over my blog than with Blogspot.
  5. WordPress is the “Apple” to Blogspot’s “Windows;”  it just works and is cleaner in every way.

I am excited about the possibilities that await me here in WordPress.  I am using a basic theme right now, but I look forward to creating my own in the next couple of weeks.