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Bad Poetry

I have been dealing with reviews of a lot of really bad security lately.

I do not know how to put it in perspective any better than by analogy to (of course) poetry. Really, really bad poetry, as revealed bycracked.com in their recap of the 10 least romantic love song lyrics:

Jimmy Webb. “MacArthur Park”

“As we followed in the dance,
Between the parted pages and were pressed,
In love’s hot, fevered iron,
Like a striped pair of pants.”

There’s not much we can say here. Just read it over a couple of times. Yes, this song is the ACME of bad lyrics, but this particular passage is breathtaking. ‘Yes babe, you remind me of my wrinkly pants.’

Sometimes when I have to sit straight faced across from someone who glibly tells me how acceptable their security system is, right after I have punched into it like a hot tongue through rice paper, I remind myself how much bad poetry there is in the world.

“Yes, your security reminds me of my wrinkly pants”

difficult news

An excerpt from Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
by William Carlos Williams

My heart rouses
   thinking to bring you news
      of something
that concerns you
   and concerns many men.  Look at
      what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
   despised poems.
      It is difficult
to get the news from poems
   yet men die miserably every day
      for lack
of what is found there. 

Found in an interview with Physician Valerie Berry by Len Anderson

LA: Is poetry also a healing art?

VB: I think all arts heal. Sometimes it takes us a while to recognize how, especially when the initial experience of it makes us uncomfortable or leaves us perplexed or angry. I’m reminded of surgery. For me, the sacred moment in surgery is when you hold the scalpel above the unmarked, intact skin. You know that once you cut, it will never be the same, no matter how well it heals–yet the healing can’t begin until the surgery opens the patient, reveals what’s wrong. I think art does that.

Somehow I imagined the sacred moment being when the procedures are finished successfully and all and the tools are accounted for….

Can’t wait to start my next incident response and say “let’s savor this sacred moment — the healing can’t begin until we start cutting”.

October: National Cyber Security Awareness Month

Educause has an excellent page with links to video and kits for awareness flyers.

Indiana University, for example, has some funny security slogans that were part of a prepackaged awareness kit:
Password Snatchers

Protect your password – “Invasion of the Password Snatchers”
“Beware of Worms and Viruses”
“Beware of the Phishing Scam”
Be careful when downloading or clicking – “The Thing from the Internet”
Keep your computer free of spyware – “Beware the Eye of the Spy”

Eye of the Spy? Spooky. Nothing like fear and humor to get people thinking.

Would the real diamond please step forward?

Pretty green stones.

The excitement related to a recent mining discovery raises an interesting question about security and authenticity. Take this report from the BBC, for example:

The South African company says it has asked the president of the World Federation of Diamond Bourses to carry out the examination.

Experts have been sceptical about the discovery, saying the light-green stone may turn out to be a fluorite crystal.

But the firm insists it could still turn out to be a diamond.

Will the joy of the observer be lessened if it does turn out to be fluorite rather than diamond? I guess I am not a fan of diamonds to begin with, and do not really understand the fascination, so if someone told me the pretty green stone I was looking at was green fluorite I would be no less impressed. In other words, is value more tangible if it comes from complicated and obscure (even proprietary) tests or from less quantifiable expression and feeling?

Security sometimes is driven by the murky veins of marketing and sales, as explained by the Atlantic Monthly:

The diamond invention—the creation of the idea that diamonds are rare and valuable, and are essential signs of esteem—is a relatively recent development in the history of the diamond trade. Until the late nineteenth century, diamonds were found only in a few riverbeds in India and in the jungles of Brazil, and the entire world production of gem diamonds amounted to a few pounds a year. In 1870, however, huge diamond mines were discovered near the Orange River, in South Africa, where diamonds were soon being scooped out by the ton. Suddenly, the market was deluged with diamonds. The British financiers who had organized the South African mines quickly realized that their investment was endangered; diamonds had little intrinsic value—and their price depended almost entirely on their scarcity. The financiers feared that when new mines were developed in South Africa, diamonds would become at best only semiprecious gems.

The major investors in the diamond mines realized that they had no alternative but to merge their interests into a single entity that would be powerful enough to control production and perpetuate the illusion of scarcity of diamonds. The instrument they created, in 1888, was called De Beers Consolidated Mines, Ltd., incorporated in South Africa.

Fascinating. So again, what is so special about the diamond versus fluorite if not its actual appearance or properties? It seems it is the ruse of rarity.

No wonder the press is feeding on speculation about the likelihood of such a giant diamond being “possible”. A calculated control mechanism to prevent value fluctuation may be at work here, perhaps the same one that helped avert the market collapse in the 1980s predicted by the Atlantic Monthly.

As Blaise Pascal once said “We know truth, not only by reason, but also by heart.”