strange hacker logins

Looking through the firewall logs on my backup machine, I discover that someone from a computer in the State administration of Utah (168.178.120.104) has been trying to break in here. That makes a change from the usual Bulgarians and untraceable Far Eastern suspects. But what was really unusual were the logons they tried: after the usual “test, guest, admin” and user came the following sequence: “umbro nike canon brother”

Canon and Brother I can sort of understand: they are printers, which have a natural connection to a computer. But Nike? Do people log their shoes in? And I don’t even know what Umbro makes. Can any smarter readers help?

Update: I complained to the tech contact at the State of Utah and got a reply back within two hours: Yes it looks as though this host is contaminated.. Behind our backs andon the week end this host was taken over by an outside host…We will lock it out of the net and clean it before we let it back so it should not be doing any more harm… So, sometimes, things work as they should.

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oh dear

“Kimberley Quinn”
is a name free of sin:
“Kimberley Fortier”
was naughtier.

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more with the wacky

Dr Baber complains that I am always passing comments on those wacky Americans.1 Modestly veiled in her comments is a pointer to a really interesting essay about the different ways in which the two Americas think of government.

She thinks that it is these differing attitudes to government which explain, better than religion, the split between Red and Blue America. But I think there are religious aspects to her divide as well. The two styles of social organisation she describes correspond to the religious and social divide in Albion’s Seed.. The “red” or Republican model based on family and clan, which does not trust government to supply anything but protection against other, worse governments, clearly corresponds to the “Border” habits of the Scots and protestant Northern Irish who were so influential settling the South. The “blue”, Democratic, trust in public office reflects another religious Protestant tradition about government: that of the East Anglican puritans, Scandinavian Lutherans, Quakers, and other priggish people.

This might be taken to strengthen Harriet’s argument that the key differences are not religious. It certainly shows that they are not theological, since there is very little theological difference between Calvinism in Houston and Boston, yet a huge difference in how this is understood to demand society be modelled. But we already know that religion has very little to do with theology. I think the religious aspect of these divides suggests a further commonality.

The weak spot of her argument comes here “Traditional societies” operate according to the Red plan—neopatrimonialism or “Big Man government.” To make the system function personal bonds and communal loyalty have to be maintained. Members of traditional societies can’t afford to take social risks or tolerate non-conformity since any deviation from established traditions and conventions threatens the fabric of personal relationships on which the safety and well-being of all depend. Social stability rests on “personal morality” and the integrity of the family, and on willing cooperation. Religion supports “personal morality” and willing conformity to social conventions and traditions.

This is confusing two sorts of social bonding mechanism. Family ties, and personal bonds seem to me a substitute for conformity in social matters or opinions rather than a reinforcement. A society genuinely based on small-scale personal relationships can survive a great deal of dissent and be very tolerant ona micro scale. This is how liberal churches are meant to work.

The use of explicit standards of morality, and of shibboleths, are means of enforcing trust beyond the limits of family and friends. The tradition of conformity as a moral imperative is much more closely associated with Northern priggishness than Southern mafia-based morality. It takes very little effort to think of conformist requirements that liberals think essential to civilised society – the whole complex of attitudes and taboos suggested by “political correctness” will do. The sacral quality of the American Constitution surely arises from the fact that it has to bind together immigrants who must learn to build a state without traditional networks of clan and family.

1 My only defence is that I pass comments on those wacky everyones.

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English manners

An elderly friend came round with her dachshund this morning for coffee and reminiscence with my mother-in-law. I took refuge in the sitting room, leaving the door to my study open; the dachshund, which didn’t seem to like me, trotted off upstairs and crapped on the study floor.

My mother-in-law, upstairs for a pee, was led by the smell to the scene of the crime, which she immediately scrubbed and tidied without saying anything to anyone. It would have been frightfully embarrassing for her visitor, whom she finally drove home. At the end of the journey — still nothing said about the dog — the friend thanked her, and said, in a conversational tone. “You know I was telling you that my sister visited me last weekend. Well, she died on Tuesday.”

No more was said on the matter.

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heavily armed Christians

via boingboing comes this site, not, so far as I can tell, a parody.

the best of military technology is not readily available to the citizen militiaman, in spite of the fact that the very purpose of the Second Amendment is to insure that the citizen is as well armed as the troops that any enemy, foreign or domestic, could muster to enslave them. There are however, at the beginning of 1999, some very adequate weapons still available to the average patriotic Christian.

The more politically incorrect firearms are not likely to be found at your local general sporting goods outlet, and for this reason one should boycott such Quislings. Patronize full service firearms dealers and the venders at local gun shows who understand that the Right to Keep and Bear Arms is not about duck hunting. At this late date, backorders are out of the question.

So far as I can see, this was put up in the run-up to armageddon, and left there when the world failed to end on or about the 31st December 1999. But there is a rather bitter twist when you realise that these fantasies have played their part in bringing about a situation where a heavily armed, deeply religious citizenry are fighting an army of occupation in a a guerilla war — except of course that the country, the religion, and most of the weapons are all wrong. I’m not sure the occupying army is wrong, though. It’s a notable feature of pre 9/11 American hyper-nationalism that a lot of it envisaged the patriots figthing the US (federal) government.

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Human interface

A freind of mine has an adolescent son with Aspberger’s; something I don’t want to have to imagine. The child said very little until he was three, though he spent a lot of time listening to tapes. Then, one day in the kitchen, he suddenly recited to his mother the whole of one of these tapes, doing all the voices, starting with “Side one. Copyright BBC enterprises”. The performance went on for fifty minutes.

What can you say? I said that I thought computers might be helpful for him. It turns out, though, that he is not terribly interested; and that his younger brother is much better. This is, I think, because modern interfaces are more human — ie more attuned to our emotions — than we give them credit for. The command line would make much more sense to such a child. So I have burnt him a knoppix CD. Very probably, it will not interest him at all, though in that case nothing’s wasted. If it does trigger an obsession, I suppose I should prepare to feel guilty now. But surely the company of nerds is better than no society at all.

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There is a God

Heard a wonderful story the other day from my friend Eve, who used to be a very superior bureaucrat in the Church of England. One of the more media-friendly bishops, let’s call him Bill, grew very drunk one day — an event not wholly unprecedented — and launched himself at her in a taxi. She fought him off; but when they next had lunch he took her to an unusual and expensive restaurant, where he gave a bravura performance of solicitude and inappropriate touching.

Alas, what he had not reckoned with was that the woman running the front of the house was a close friend of his wife’s. Two days later, Eve had a phone call full of grovelling apology, in which she imagined that the bishop’s halo had been temorarily replaced by a hovering frying pan in the sturdy hands of Mrs Bishop.

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But there are also bishops

Up to Glasgow yesterday, for my second failed shortlisting of the year: the next pope programme was up for a

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cross cultural comparisons

I don’t know, and can’t easily imagine, what the reaction would be in other countries if a powerful newspaper announced that the Minister of Justice wanted DNA tests done to establish that he, and not her husband, was the father of his mistress’s two young children. Yet this is what David Blunkett has done, according to the splash in today’s Daily Mail.

The American equivalent would have been John Ashcroft having an affair with the publisher of The New Republic, and then claiming — after she went back to her husband — that the children were his. Do American readers think that would have been a story?

It may not be one here, of course. I see no mention of it on the Mail’s web site; and none of the other papers has folowed it up. So perhaps the lawyers have eaten it. But it was all over this morning’s front page.

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half a bottle will do

I have been showing my aged mother around Rome: hence no posts, though I may put up some photographs. The Financial Times recommended a restaurant in via pellegrino, ai bric, which was remarkable for two reasons. The windows showed a display of forty cheese and one exhausted fly (the four cheeses tried were fantastic); the wine list contained a bottle of Petrus ’90 for 2,700 euros. I thought I should maybe offer them my car, which has the market value of half that bottle. But they didn’t have half bottles, so I settled for something a hundredth of the price.

I wonder: at what price does the law of diominishing returns kick in with wine? I have never been able to afford the necessary research, but I suspect it’s about

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