Thursday Feb 18, 2010

Music for the Laptop Generation?

I freely admit to being something of a hi-fi nut (although it's about time I upgraded my old CD player, to something which will handle DVD-A with MLP).

Still, I ripped my first CD to iTunes, this evening. I won't reveal what it is, as that's something of a guilty pleasure (just that it was released in the last 12 months), but I was staggered to discover that it sounds just as good, out of the tiny little speakers of my MacBook Pro, as it does out of my mighty Dali Skyline 2000s, which are driven by monobloced Meridian 557s.

Are artistes now mixing their songs with laptop speakers in mind, or as I approach 40, is my hearing heading into terminal decline?

I'm an Inventor! :-)

Check out the attribution on US Patent 7650501, here :-).

Sun owns the patent (as part of my terms of employment, Sun owns the bits of my brain which think about computing), but mine's one of the three names, on the front page.

Glenn's around and continuing to do good stuff, however, Bart was RIFfed last summer. The patent probably wouldn't have happened, without his significant contribution, and I miss him "being around the place, to talk to".

Still, we continue to shoot the breeze.

There's another patent application which appears to have fallen down an administrative crack, which Glenn is chasing up. Here's hoping it lands; given that 7650501 did, I think the other one also deserves to.

FWIW, there was considerable brinksmanship, around the submission of what became 7650501; I went to California a few days in advance of our expected presentation of this stuff at RSA 2005, and with the assistance of Glenn and Bart on the 'phone, literally spent the two days prior to RSA's opening, with our patent lawyers; we submitted, literally the day before we presented our invention to the world :-).

Naturally, huge kudos to Bart and Glenn. We wouldn't have landed the patent grant, without one huge team effort.

Saturday Nov 28, 2009

Charitable fellow Britons, it's time to put your hands in your pockets again.

Following the recent flooding in Cumbria, I started to ruminate about what folk might be able to do, to help. When natural disasters befall foreign lands, the Disasters and Emergencies Committee (DEC) usually springs promptly into action, to solicit funds. This has not happened, with regard to Cumbria.

However, when the question was asked on Radio 4's PM programme earlier this week, the Cumbria Foundation was identified as the appropriate beneficiary. See the link to their site in the entry on the PM Blog, here.

I've chipped in. I hope my British readers outside Cumbria, will, too.

"Tactical Nuclear Penguin"

It's a beer - but only if you stretch the definition a bit.

Specifically, it's the world's strongest, at an eyball-popping 32 percent abv.

I can't help but think, "Linux just got a new mascot" :-).

Thursday Nov 19, 2009

"Dear Santa"...

Yes, I know, it's been \*way\* too long since I blogged anything, let alone anything useful.

Still, it's time to reboot this blog. I hope the last entry, will prove interesting.

Also, I know what I'd want for Christmas, if UK legislation didn't stop me from having it.

I've already blogged a little, about shooting; I find it very relaxing, as it's necessary to be relaxed, to be any good at it.

I'd be entirely happy if UK legislation required me, if I could own a firearm, to keep it locked in a safe at a local gun club, when I wasn't using it, and buy ammunition through their channels, so said ammunition purchases might be audited; also, I could readily be required to use said firearm in an entirely responsible fashion (with appropriate instructors around) only on said gun club's controlled range.

Having used one (chambered for .44 Magnum) briefly, and thoroughly enjoyed the experience (see my article, here), Dear Santa, I'd like one of these, and the ability to keep and use it in an appropriately secured and controlled shooting environment, near my home.

Even our Olympic shooting team, is forced to go to Switzerland to practice, owing to the UK's current firearms laws; Switzerland is the nearest place they are allowed to keep their competition guns.

Something has to change.

Tuesday Oct 07, 2008

init 6

Dear reader, I'm sorry.

It's been an age - 6 months, I can hardly believe it - since I last posted something, here.

Work have been madly busy, for the last few months, but that's no excuse. The pressure is easing a little, so I'm hoping to find a bit of time to post stuff, again; and there's a lot of stuff to post, once I actually get to writing it up :-).

Much more, hopefully shortly!

Tuesday Jan 29, 2008

Blackbox now shipping :-)

The "official production" version is now known as the Sun Modular Datacenter S20.

I still think that most of these boxes will ship in olive drab or light sand, rather than black - if we could get the shock tolerance up past 9G (equivalent to a drop from 6"), customers who want them in these colours could even Chinook them to site.

I'd would also not be surprised if a bunch more ended up with the (awful) London 2012 logo on, to handle all the temporary media feeds.

On the other hand, some cunning folk over here have some very interesting other ideas with useful consequences - more, when we can pull the wraps off :-).

Monday Dec 31, 2007

Some silliness with analogies

It's sometimes amusing to see what conversational threads start at the local, especially after a few beers :-).

For instance, the old adage about optimists, pessimists and whether glasses are half-empty or half-full can almost take on a life of its own:

  • Optimist: the glass is half full.
  • Pessimist: the glass is half empty.
  • High-availability engineer: half the liquid is in a redundant glass.
  • Performance engineer: the glass is performing at 50 percent capacity.
  • Accountant: the glass is twice the size it needs to be; if we don't get more liquid before the end of the quarter, we need to downsize it.
  • Auditor: who owns the glass?
  • Compliance officer: are the glass and the liquid owned by the same organisation? What do their industry regulators have to say about liquid management?
  • Consolidation engineer: you can put the liquid from those other, smaller glasses into this big one.
  • Virtualisation engineer: ...and when you do, you don't have to worry about whether the liquids are the same or not, as they won't mix.
  • Security engineer: now prove that last statement, and show how multiple people can drink only their liquid from the same glass, hygienically.
:-)

Tuesday Nov 13, 2007

Another Sun security geek joins the ranks of the Blognoscenti...

Welcome, Efi :-).

I'll grab your application security stuff, in a mo.

Wednesday Nov 07, 2007

(Feeling at) Home on the Range

(Aside; composing blog articles for my "to post" queue isn't a bad way to spend time on a train into London...)

As you've already seen, Las Vegas and I don't see eye to eye. However, the same permissive Nevada laws which cause Vegas to be what it is in the first place, also resulted in one of the very few pleasant non-conference experiences I had (other than catching up with many of my pals from Sun's worldwide security community, and sinking large quantities of overpriced beer with them).

There's a place a little way off the Strip called "The Gun Store". It does exactly what it says on the tin - ie, sells guns, ammunition, holsters etc - however it also has its own little arsenal which, for a reasonable fee plus ammunition, can be hired out to shoot on the range they have at the back of the store. Now, I used to be on my University Rifle Team's "B" string back in the days when firearms were still legal in the UK; we'd shoot .22 long, prone, at targets maybe 2.5 inches across (this being the diameter of the 5 ring) with iron sights at 30 yards. I used to shoot around the high 80s - low 90s pretty much all the time; I still have the card, somewhere, on which I shot my best score of 96, sometime in 1991.

So, this place had some appeal - even more so, when I found out that Nevada law permits fully automatic weapons :-).

Steve (Nelson), Joel and I headed over there on the Tuesday lunchtime; here's some notes on what I shot, and what I thought of it.

MP40 "Schmeisser": I was really pleasantly surprised to find that they had one of these (a Mk2); having heard stories of them when I was a small boy, from a few aged great-uncles who had fought in World War II and "liberated" MP40s to use in preference to their UK-issued Stens, "it had to be done". Cyclic rate was maybe 65 per minute; it was easy to squeeze off controlled 3-round bursts. Barrel rise wasn't a huge issue, probably as a result of overall good balance and the good forward grip. Nice single-blade-in-tunnel foresight; if the backsight hadn't gone (probably a casualty of history), I reckon I'd have got my groups rather tighter. I put 40 rounds through it, and enjoyed it.

Heckler &Koch MP5: The SMG of choice for British Special Forces and police armed response units, though to be honest, I can't see why; barrel rise was much more of an issue on this than the other two SMGs I shot, and I think it would benefit from a forward grip redesign. Cyclic rate is about 70 per minute, so it's easy to get 3-round bursts off even when set to full auto. Unusual trident-in-tunnel foresight; I suspect this may be a ranging aid of sorts. Nice integrated backsight. I put 60 rounds through it, and wasn't displeased to hand it back.
Extra note: I gather that the slings that such units carry their MP5s in, are rigged such that when shooting, they exert a force on the gun to keep the barrel down (in the manner that the "across the chest, under the forward hand and onto the end of the forward grip" sling I used to use when shooting .22 rifle, would stabilise it). It's a shame that such a sling wasn't available at the Gun Store, I'd have liked to have used it...

Colt M16 9mm compact: Clearly a derivative of the Colt Commando, with the same gas-cylinder recoil compensator in the short stock. The sweetest-shooting SMG of the lot, in terms of low barrel rise; however barrel control still needs care, given the 100 round per minute cyclic rate! I was usually getting 4-5 round bursts out of it, although I did manage to loose off a 10-round (out of sheer curiosity) and still get everything on the target, although naturally not in anything which could be called a decent grouping. Nice single blade-in-tunnel foresight and integrated backsight, really good forward grip. I put 100 rounds through it, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

Glock 17: It's been even longer since I've shot pistol, but Joel, bless him, persuaded me to hire this out and see what I remembered. I put two clips of 10 rounds through it; the first clip was "on target" inasmuch as all the rounds actually hit the target, but with a little advice from my instructor, my hands remembered how to shoot pistol and the second clip went in a reasonable group. A very nice, well-balanced little 9mm.

Magnum Research / IMI Desert Eagle: I've been wanting to put a few rounds through one of these, since I first heard of their existence :-). Having gained a bit of confidence with the Glock, I just had to give it a go. Hire and ammo cost was somewhat steeper than for the other pistols available, as you'd expect - nonetheless, it's now on my "been there, done that" list, even though I only got 5 rounds for my money. The Eagle is not the wrist-snapper I was expecting (although I found out afterwards, that the piece I was shooting was chambered for .44 Magnum rather than the .50 Action Express I was expecting... interchangeable barrels, etc); it still packs a considerable recoil, certainly, and you wouldn't want to try any sort of rapid-fire semi-auto shooting with it, but if you shoot two-handed and have the luxury of taking 5 seconds or so between shots, you can let your shoulders take the strain and it doesn't hurt. To really put the perfect finish on my shooting session, I managed to put the last 3 of my 5 rounds into a 2-inch diameter headshot grouping :-).

There's something about the Eagle, which "simply works" for me. It's a hardcore sniper's pistol, if there could be considered to be such a thing. Somehow, it feels "spot on" in my hands, heavy though it is. I so want to see what it can do, target-wise, with the optional 10" barrel on - in such a configuration, it would be the Walker Whitney Colt for the era of the self-contained, cased round...

The shop and range are very well-managed; the guns-for-hire are on two racks well behind the counter, one rack being for fully automatic and the other for semi; you indicate the gun you're interested in and name your number of rounds in multiples of clip capacity ("bulk discount" deals are available, see the labels next to the guns); the clips are given to you pre-loaded; you take them to the till, where you choose your target sheets and pay for everything. Then, you go to the back of the store, collecting eye protection and ear defenders on the way, and meet up with your instructor, who picks up your chosen weapons. You are then led through a door into a short corridor, at the end of which is another door - only one of the doors can be open at a time, although this is managed by a human rather than electronic process. Beyond the second door, you're on the range. You and your instructor find a free booth, you put your clips on the booth's shelf, your chosen target sheet is run out on the wire, your instructor (un)locks and loads for you, and you either put the gun down on the shelf or hand it across to your instructor once it's empty (your instructor decides how they want to run things).

If you are ever in Vegas and fancy having some responsible fun with firearms, I highly recommend this place; it's well-managed, has a good selection of guns available, and the instructors are polite and informative (at least, as polite and informative as you can be while both of you are wearing ear defenders). My little session above cost me the modest sum of a hundred pounds, and to my mind, it's much better-value fun than gambling or glitzy shows - even though it's expensive in absolute terms, compared with usual ammunition prices, IMHO it's worth it for the experience. The range is only really long enough for pistols and SMGs, though - if you want to see what you can do with a sniping rifle, you need to go elsewhere (and most likely, outdoors), to put some serious distance between you and your target.

Fear and Loathing of Las Vegas

While CEC itself was good and very worthwhile attending, Las Vegas does rather more than "put my teeth on edge". If it wasn't for my presentation obligations, getting to see so many of my old pals and wanting to see other folks' breakouts, I'd have been close to rearranging my flights to be out of there within the first 24 hours.

If you want to know why, read on. If not, skip to the next article, which is far more positive and involves guns :-).

From the air, Vegas is very spread-out - it's very unlike most American cities, and if it wasn't for the sheer garishness of the illumination of the Strip and the fairly rigorous geometry of the street patterns, what you see from above at night could almost be mistaken for London.

The first warning bell rang in my head, when I had to walk past ranks of slot machines at the airport. Some of these were even air-side.

When I landed, rather than being bussed to the Paris / Bally where the conference was being hosted, with the rest of the CEC folk, I was picked up by Steve Nelson (Head of the Security Ambassador Board), and he, Luc Wijns (who was on the same 'plane) and I went for dinner and beer at the Crown and Anchor, a "British" pub a little way off the Strip. It's nice to feel welcomed :-).

About the only way in which the place could be described as British in atmosphere involves lots of Union Jacks and regimental colours around the place - British pubs tend not to do neon. Fortunately, some of the beer also came from home, and even though the Americans do a fair amount of damage to a pint of Hen by serving it chilled from a nitro pump, at the end of the day, it's still Hen :-). There were also some British-inspired dishes on the menu (Steve enjoyed a steak and ale pie), however my metabolism was still out of kilter having just spent the better part half a day travelling a third of the way around the planet, so I contented myself with some bacon and cheese potato skins.

We drove to the Strip via some back roads and went into the hotel via a side door, so we didn't see the full horror of the place immediately - however, it took a stroll of some 200 metres through the massed ranks of slot machines and card tables to find Reception. In fact:

Vegas Rule #1: If either your starting point or destination are on the Strip, you have to walk through at least 200 metres of slot machines and card tables to get between points A and B. If points A and B are both on the Strip - even if they are in the same hotel - you can make that 400 metres.

There's an almost-constant beeping in the ears, like tinnitus, when doing anything on the ground floor of a hotel on the Strip.

Then, there's the people sat at these machines and card tables - but it's the ones at the machines which get to you if you look closely. Glazed of eye, they feed money into flashing and beeping contraptions while hitting a very few buttons, for hours and hours at a time; I walked past a little old lady one evening on my way to my room, and she was still there when I came down for breakfast the next morning. The Wachowski Brothers must have been in Vegas, or thinking about Vegas, when they came up with the idea in "The Matrix" that the purpose of humanity is to power the machines.

Vegas Rule #2: You are trapped in the Matrix. Take the blue pill (or the red-eye, the hell out of there). You need to wear shades at night; my photochromatics darkened, when on the Strip after sunset.

Surprisingly, smoking in unsegregated areas of indoor public places is entirely permitted.

Anyway, I checked in - which took 20 minutes of queuing - and headed off to bed; on drawing my curtains back, I was confronted with a replica Eiffel tower. In retrospect, I think the one in Blackpool is taller.

With the effects of several pints of Hen to help me sleep, I managed about 5 hours of shut-eye; not bad, for me, for a first night on a day in which I travelled from BST to PDT with a 2-hour stopover in EDT. One serious soak in the bath in the morning (why is it that American baths, to my view, always seem to be slightly countersunk into the floor?) and I was ready to take an extended stroll to see what Vegas looked like from the ground, while working up an appetite for breakfast.

Vegas Rule #3: Hotel exits are hard to find. Interior lighting is kept to a perpetual early twilight, and exit signs are placed no further than 100 feet before an actual exit. I regularly bumped into colleagues who were looking lost, asked them what they were looking for, and was told "daylight". I hate to think what would happen in the event of a fire; maybe the casinos have emergency floor lighting, like passenger aircraft...

The Strip looks like Second Life. Actually, that's not true; I suspect a bunch of Second Life was modelled on Vegas. One thing's for sure, all the hallucinogens left over at the end of the '60s must have been force-fed to the architects tasked with designing the place. There's a life-size castle which looks like it was built from 30-foot-a-side Lego bricks, a 3-storey high Coke bottle, a bike shop with half of a 1-storey high Harley coming out of the wall above the door, a scaled-down New York skyline (interestingly, minus the Twin Towers) , a pyramid (incongrous in black, and with a many-storey high Vodka advert on it) with an upward-pointing light source which the FAA must still be complaining about, and everywhere, slot machines and card tables in seemingly-endless rows. In the middle of "New York' New York"'s main slot machine floor, stands one of the most outstanding products of a diseased mind I've seen; render Marilyn Monroe in classic "Seven Year Itch" skirt-blowing pose in stone, and modify it by raising her right arm, putting a torch in her right hand and planting the Statue of Liberty's crown on her head.

If Vegas looks like this to a clean and sober security geek, I can begin to understand what Hunter S. Thompson used to see there.

Vegas Rule #4: Read "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" before you go. What's there today, isn't what St. Hunter was seeing in the '70s, but it's a helluva lot weirder than what was actually there when he was, and almost as weird as what he was seeing.

Indoors, it's hard to get away from the beeping without going to a presentation, or your room. Outdoors, it's hard to get away from the flicking of cardboard on cardboard, as though there's always someone within a few feet of you doing a riffle shuffle on a card deck. What the folk (usually appearing to be of Mexican or other Central / South American origin) doing this are actually doing, is propagating "tart cards", advertising the personal services of "ladies of negotiable affection", as Mr Nelson and I like to refer to them (with a tip of the hat to Pratchett). Even though I'm given to understand that prostitution, while legal in most of the rest of Nevada, is actually illegal in the county in which Vegas sits, it nonetheless goes on openly. Actually, it must be a really hellish job to be a Vegas cop; not only are most residents likely to have fully-automatic ordnance at their disposal, but in order to have anyone notice the roof lights on your car at night on the Strip, you'd have to replace them with at least Class III lasers...

Anyway, on the Sunday (being the day after) I landed, there were a few things I needed to do; among these was "mandatory speaker training", which I went to with an open mind, and came out of with some useful new ideas on presentation technique. There was a huge dinner laid on for Sun folk, in the evening; the food wasn't bad, and I welcomed the opportunity to catch up with a big bunch of friends. Bumping into Wolfgang Ley, I found that he'd already done a bunch of research into where the local microbreweries were, and marked them on his map; with Steve Gaul also on hand (we needed to discuss the finer points of what we were going to cover in our presentation and workshop on the Monday - plus, Steve also likes his beer), Wolfie and I decamped to one in yet another nearby hotel / casino complex, which - even though it no longer brewed on the premises - carried "Sin City Stout". I'm not much of a Stout drinker at the best of times, but this stuff did a good job of converting me to the chocolate-malt cause:-).

Vegas Rule #5: You can still find a good locally-brewed pint, if you know where to look :-).

Waking up at a sane hour on Monday morning after a good night's stout-induced sleep (whew), my agenda read: "Breakfast, general sessions, breakout setup and test, breakout, deep-dive, try not to panic during any of the previous two entries, dinner". I'm pleased to say (as in the CEC posting previously) that the breakout and deep-dive were both well-received; no CEC dinner was organised in the evening, so a bunch of us found a nice Italian restaurant tucked away in the back of another hotel / casino complex (restaurants are always at the back, see Rule #1) and had a really rather good dinner. It always helps to have Italians (principally Domenico) on hand to choose the wine at such occasions, of course!

Tuesday, I've mostly covered in the CEC article (with the major exception of the fun had at lunchtime, but that's the next post); about the only other point worth mentioning is to agree with Tim Bray about Vegas not being set up for pedestrians (although Joel and I took the first bus back from the party; Tim did better than us, by actually managing to get 3 kebabs). I was in the mood for dining Oriental, but anything Oriental seems to be ridiculously overpriced in Vegas; when steaks are on a financial par with Singapore noodles, Something is Very Wrong. In the end, we ended up dining pseudo-French, back at our own hotel, hours later.

Wednesday was a "general sessions, and get out of Vegas". I was disappointed to miss the post-wrap-up Security Ambassador get-together, but that's flight times for you. The views of the Nevada desert from the window, heading out to LA, were spectacular; I've never seen anywhere quite so seemingly untouched by Man. Quite the welcome contrast to Vegas.

Terrorism gets the Salem treatment

I've been wondering for a little while, when this would happen.

I also wonder what crimes the perpetrator committed. Let's start with libel (which he's been charged with), defamation and - probably - wasting police time.

None of these crimes are subject to extradition arangements, so unless a prosecution is brought in Sweden or the perpetrator ever visits the US, chances are he'll get away scot free.

Even then, libel charges against individuals, tend not to result in major punishments.

I hope the FBI and TSA are able to remove whatever "suspected terrorist, watch for" flags from the son-in-law's records...

Monday Nov 05, 2007

CEC 2007

Well, what with the various pressures of "the day job", it's taken me an age (nigh on a month, ouch!) to get round to posting my thoughts on this year's Customer Engineering Conference (aka "CEC"), which was set in the madness of Las Vegas (more about which, later).

I flew in on the Saturday, as I needed to attend mandatory speaker training on the Sunday (which I went into with an open mind, even though I've spoken at numerous CECs and STSes before them; I came out with a couple of useful new techniques, so it was worthwhile), had a lazy Sunday de-jetlagging, wandering around, catching up with old friends and being trained, and then hit the conference with my legs running, on the Monday.

Other than the general sessions, I didn't see anything more than a little bit of the CEC Pavilion on the Monday; the reason being, that I was presenting two sessions myself on Solaris 10 Trusted Extensions ("TX"), written and delivered jointly with Steve Gaul (a very capable and affable "opposite-number" in Sun Federal). We did a 1-hour "regular" breakout (attendance about 20 folk, about half of whom were TX users; some good questions in the Q&A piece at the end, which showed that folk were being attentive) and a 3-hour "deep dive" workshop, courtesy of Brad Blumenthal's SE deep-dive programme (6 attendees, lots of questions, some relating to real-world deployments; two of the attendees, who I bumped into on the bus back to the airport, said the latter session was "the best session they'd attended at this year's CEC").

It's always nice to be appreciated :-).

Regarding the breakout sessions I attended, on the Tuesday:

  • Achim Reckeweg spoke a lot of sense around IDM projects; he's clearly "been there, done that and got the scars as well as the T-shirt, in terms of some of the issues that a customer's business processes can raise when trying to automate them".
  • Giuseppe Russo and Domenico Minchella are really on to something with their new business partner's token card; great to see that the duress situation is finally likely to be addressed. This was probably my favourite breakout, as an attendee.
  • Efi Batchev was handicapped by issues with the system showing his slides, but the content was good. Kernel forensics is a fascinating topic, especially how Efi covers it.
  • I need to get my hands on Peter Charpentier's imminently-released patch management book.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to get to Gilles Gravier's session on the Monday, as it clashed with the TX deep-dive; this is a real shame, as I gather it was hugely entertaining, in terms of showing how far Solaris' compatibility capabilities can be stretched in new and unexpected directions (Skype in a Linux BrandZ Zone, for example :-) ).

I'm not going to blog my thoughts on the General sessions; other folk have already covered the content, and some of my opinions may be just a bit too controversial for public airing ;-).

In the Pavilion, I found the HBA vendor (got the guy's business card somewhere, company name begins with a V...) and had a chat; they have just launched an HBA with built-in encryption, which is deeply cool if they've done it right...

Chatting with an informative guy on the VMWare stand, the next cut of VMWare ESX is expected to drop the embedded Linux, and be an entirely VMWare code production.

Oh, and the Tuesday night Party sucked; I left with my pal Joel after about 45 minutes, as it was clear that there was no way we were going to get food and the place wasn't so much "packed" as "London Underground at rush hour". A place twice the size, with twice the staff and twice the food was clearly required.

On the Wednesday, Steve Nelson and I had a little bit of a brainstorming session in one of the breaks; we came up with a useful "application testing extension" initiative which we hope will get appropriate buy-in, and run. Unfortunately I'd arranged my flights before I found out about the Security Ambassador poster session after the main conference wrapped-up; it takes a lot to drag me away from a gathering of many of my pals, but missing my 'plane home, is one of the things which will succeed...

It's a point worth making, that much of the best value I get from CECs is to be had over dinners, drinks - even breakfasts - with security-focussed colleagues from around the world, as well as from attending the sessions. This is why I keep submitting papers every year, as the best way to guarantee "being there" is by presenting :-).

I've nearly finished the next posting, giving my thoughts on Vegas itself. Watch this space!

Monday Sep 17, 2007

On Redaction

Last night, I posted an entry to my blog, which I was intending to save as a draft for further editing.

I'd had a bunch of beers, and quite simply, hit the wrong button.

It was controversial. It was emotive. It had serious venom in it. It took an extreme position.

Posting it, was a mistake (although the core philosophy bhind it, probably wasn't).

I woke up this morning, re-read it, decided it didn't read the way I wanted, and deleted it.

I still have copy of it, and will re-work it a bit so it's (in some ways) even more controversial. Other, cruder bits, will go to make room for things just as controversial and damning.

The thing is, this posting has been cached.

It's on blogs.sun.com . It's on anything which takes a feed from that. Anyone who takes an RSS feed, which hit my blog between 23:00 and 04:00, UK time, has a copy. I don't have any control over that.

I've had a slew of comments. I appreciate them, really. However, they relate to a posting which I've deleted, so I can't add them. To those who made them, thank you, gents.

So, in conclusion, "once it's blogged, there's no way back". It's interesting how blogging is a nonrepudiable act, and I've learned it. I am beginning to draw a strange mapping between blogging and SOA messages - as SOA can, in some ways, be considered "blogging, for applications", but also, more of that, another time.

More, later.

Thursday Sep 06, 2007

Nessun Dorma

Well, it seems that the big man himself, now does.

I suspect everyone who appreciates incredible talent in male vocal, whether operatic in origin or not, will both miss him and appreciate the huge contribution he made, to recorded operatic works, the popularisation of operatic works, and the non-operatic works he recorded via surprising collaborations, during his lifetime.

You'll be missed, Luciano, but you already knew that, just as you knew that your place in musical history is rightfully assured as one of the finest tenors to tread this Earth.

Wringing tears from my eyes is, shall we say, "not easy". A couple of your performances that I've heard, succeeded in doing so. Thank you.

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