Thursday, December 27, 2007

For Sale: My Name

I'm not sure which came first: the catchy ad campaign or the idea for a new internet business. You've seen the ads where the CEO of the business advertises his Social Security number and dares anybody to try to steal his identity. I'll have to admit it caught my eye.

I don't have to start a company so I can give away my Social Security identification.
Or.. my home address ...
my date of birth ...
and who-knows-what else.

What should be one of the most secure places in the world has bent over, spread it's cheeks, and revealed all of that data on me and thousands of others. Oak Ridge National Labratories- the place where they make a-bomb material has been hacked, and the personal information of thousands of contract employees has been stolen.

In the 1990's I worked at Y-12 as a sub contractor.

Before you get any ideas that someone would allow me near nuclear material, let me assure you that the work had absolutely nothing to do with a-bombs. Although my work took place in one of the buildings at the complex, I was a writer for Lockheed Martin for a transportation project. However, the assigned workplace was in one of the buildings at the huge complex.

It was like working in Oz. Pipes and machinery were all over the place. It gave me the heebie jeebies just wondering what the people on the lower floor might be doing with scrap Plutonium, or Cesium dust, or leftover Uranium Hydroxide. But I should have been more worried about the propeller heads working the computers.

I got a letter in the mail a couple of weeks ago that told me I was on a list of workers that had been hacked from the ORNL computers. It had been ten years. They had thoughtfully kept my extremely low-level security clearance information for a decade, just in case someone wanted to steal fresh names and addresses for new credit accounts.

How can this happen? And why would it be possible for somebody- no matter how talented they are- to hack into Oak Ridge computers. This is not the Visa Credit Card list. This is not even my credit union. This is Oak Ridge, for Pete's sake. This is the place that makes the stuff that screws on top of the rockets that could spell the end of humanity. And they cannot even keep an employees list a secret ??!?

This either speaks poorly of Oak Ridge security, or says hackers are some pretty smart cookies. Let's just hope ORNL does a little better at keeping the other stuff secret...you know, the stuff that could render a large piece of real estate un-inhabitable for say, the next forty thousand years.

I can only hope my information was hacked by some pimply faced high schooler who just wanted to see if they could do it, and not some criminal bent on using every last name on the list to open an American Express Black Card account.

Next time I need some extra work, I'm going to call the zoo. I hear the chimps are pretty good system administrators.


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Sunday, December 23, 2007

A Christmas Shopping Trip

We have so much and we don't even realize it.

I was in a Wal-Mart this morning searching for those obscure things my wife only wants at Christmas, like pickled brussel sprouts and essence of orange zest.  Many of the people in the store looked like they were about to land at Omaha Beach.  Their jaws were set, eyes with that thousand-present stare, and probably a sinking feeling that when the credit card bill comes next month, they will have to offer the bank their first-born.

Folks were packing their carts with presents, then heading to the grocery section to buy all kinds of goodies to cook for that one special day. I was only buying groceries.  My wife bought her own Christmas present last night at Wal Mart- a new vacumn cleaner that I happily assembled for her today. We were already short on staples because of our move into our new, downsized home. The tab was on the dark side of two hundred dollars, which apparently dashed all my hopes for the Mercedes Gelandenwagen again this year.

Later in the afternoon, I did make a visit to my friend Mark Enix at Fountain City Jewelers for the "real" Christmas present.  Dena deserves something nice. She has endured an awful year with health problems, and has been forced to retire from teaching, something she truly loves.

On my way home, I drove straight south on Broadway through town, passing by The Salvation Army and Knox Area Rescue Ministries. There they were.  I would guess about two hundred people had already gathered on both sides of the street for an evening meal, and maybe a warm place to stay tonight. Some of the people were huddled beneath blankets, sitting on the sidewalk waiting for the doors to open.

It made me feel guilty about grumbling over having to go to the grocery store, and really bad about whining that this year, I haven't bought as many presents for the kids as usual.

I am warm.  I have food.  And I have a nice clean place to sleep tonight.  My wife and family is around to love me, and I have the faculties to love them back.  Even my dogs love me, although I think in Harmony's instance it is because I am the guy with the treats.

Our community has raised thousands of dollars to help the down-and-out and the homeless, and the impoverished in Appalachia.  And still there are plenty more who need help, and even more who are right on the cusp of hunger.

So my wish for you this Christmas is this:

Lighten up.  Love somebody.  Be thankful for what we all have. 

And that includes the offer of salvation through Jesus Christ.
 


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