notes from the blizzard

Perhaps the spookiest thing about my DNS adventures is that they showed me again how much spam is out there. When I slaughtered the darwinwars.com domain, I took Pair’s advice and set almost all mail there to be dropped rather than bounce. This means that requests to send an SMTP packet of any sort are simply refused. You get a reply with error 553: “This server does not accept mail to that address”. So, anyone who has tried to send mail to any but a very limited and unobvious subset of the infinite possible number of addresses@darwinwars.com has been bounced every time since February.

This has made my life better; but it has had no effect at all on the people who send this shit out. On Saturday morning, I reopened the catchall address on darwinwars, so I could be sure that everything important got through to the gmail account. Within 48 hours, about 500 spams had pitched up in the Gogle spam trap; another 3,400 had been caught by spamassassin on Pair.

The paradoxical effect of this is that technological solutins work for the social problem — between them the two spam filters caught almost everything they should have done. But the technical problem — the immense ammount of bandwidth, processing time, and engineers’ time taken up dealing with this — can only be solved by social means. Nine years for Jeremy Jaynes is only a promising start.

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dancing with dogs

Really for the benefit of Ben Hammersley I would like to record that I saw Mary Ray, the woman who dances with dogs, in action at a dog show yesterday. The only comparably grotesque performance I have ever seen involved pingpong balls; it seems that television producers agree:

Look at how much coverage HTM has had – two slots on Jim Davidson’s Generation Game, Blue Peter, Five Alive on C5, Richard and Judy Show, The Big Breakfast and numerous local news items on regional programmes, plus two spreads in national newspapers. And, of course, ten minutes on the BBC prime time Sunday evening Best in Show Night from Crufts, which included Mary’s routine in the Best in Show Ring.

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Back in the world

Anyone who sent me email in the last four days might want to resend it. This domain fell off the internet because the notice to renew my lease on the name went to a contact address I had slaughtered in February, when the spam to that domain hit 2000 a day.

I did manage to get some mail forwarded to my gmail account (seatrout, if anyone wants to write there); but I can only read that from one computer, since I have forgotten the password and was relying on the browser’s memory. I could have reset the password, except that the instructions to do that went to a wormbook.com address, so I couldn’t read them.

Aren’t computers truly wonderful?

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Carl Bildt in Berlin

Someone who works in Downing Street gave me a copy of a speech that had really impressed him. It turned out to be Carl Bildt’s recent speech in Berlin. I used to know Bildt slightly when he was the smartass backroom boy of the Swedish Conservative party, making life difficult for the government over Russian submarines. His position was not harmed by the fact that he lived with the party leader’s daughter. I don’t think I have ever met anyone whose combination of self-assurance, intellectual power, and political skill was more immediately apparent. It’s none the less remarkable if he has become a guru to the British labour government.

In Swedish terms, he was always regarded as a hard-line right wing serf to Reaganite fascism and it’s true he was savage about the social democrats. What struck me about the Berlin speech was just how pessimistic about American power it is. He makes all the right, Garton Ash-ish noises about co-operation between Europe and America, but he does so without any Blairite optimism that this can reform the corrupt world. He is wondering whether our combined exertions will be enough to stave off truly disastrous change.

The United States today is spending more money on defence than nearly everyone else combined. It’s certainly a superpower – even a hyperpower – in relation to all other states.

But that’s of little relief in the world today. You might have dominance or even supremacy in outer space, but if you still can’t secure the road from the airport to the Green Zone in Baghdad that is not of much use.

The truth is that while the United States is a superpower in relation to all other powers, it is distinctly not one in relation to the challenges it and the rest of the world faces – be that in Mesopotamia, in Palestine, in Pakistan, in Congo, the Sudan or on the Korean peninsula.

While in the past we were threatened by the strong states and the strong armies, we are now far more endangered by the weak states and the shadowy structures that seek their home in them. And our security in the decades to come – on both sides of the Atlantic – will be determined far less by our ability to destroy strong states than by our ability to repair weak states and, in extreme cases, even build new ones.

State destruction is a relatively straightforward exercise. Some states even do it to themselves. And bombing is an easy business.

But state building – often in complex multi-ethnic areas – requires an abundance of policy, purse and patience – often more than our sometimes too impatient democracies can muster.

I believe that in much the same way as nuclear deterrence was the key function in the old international order, state building in difficult and demanding areas will be the key function in the era we have now entered.

And here – for all the heroic rhetoric – the appetite for unilateralism is likely to be limited in the extreme.

Not even Haiti is small enough for the United States alone to volunteer for this responsibility.

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Phish story

Had one this morning which made me think twice, because I had in fact used paypal yesterday, and forgotten my password for a moment when I was doing so.

It has come to our attention that when logging into PayPal, you or somebody else have made several login attempts and reached your daily attempt limit. As an additional security measure your access to PayPal will be limited in a 24-hour period if you do not verify your identity.
http://secure.paypal-data.com

Then I had a second thought. The domain here, paypal-data.com is surely the sort of thing that Icann is meant to stamp out. There’s no possible honest reason for Reseller Reising, Inc., 6815 Hoxey Dr., Worden, IL 62097 to register that name. And even if Paypal’s lawyers weren’t all over them (it was registered a year ago) what were Canadian registry sellers, Domain Direct, of Mowat Avenue, Toronto, doing selling a name like that?

Very probably, it’s easier to get paypal-customerservice.com — which is a first-class phishing address — than paypalaregreedythieves.com, even though that could hardly mislead people into supposing that it’s an official paypal site.

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Fan mail

I can’t resist this, a response to the latest wormseye.

So? Am I stupid or something? This guy doesn’t make much sense. By the time he finishes rambling I don’t know which side he’s on. He can’t dpo anything top save anyone so he just keeps on doing nothing and tolerating it. I don’t know but it sounds stupid to me. All he can do is write dumbBlog reports. Why waste time on suchcrap? Even the ledt has its fools nd this is one of them.
jbd

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DRM stupidity

Here is a nice example of technology making things worse. I need to reread the detective novels of Maj Sj

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a very funny film

The Leningrad Cowboys have competition. We finally got round to watching A mighty wind last night, Christopher Guest’s take on folk music, and it took about ten minutes longer than the running time, simply because we kept laughing so hard that we had to rewind to catch the drowned dialogue.

Oddly, all the funniest lines belonged to women: the PR woman talking about her partner — “You could say that we share a brain”; Jane Lynch’s monologue as a nice girl from Idaho who became a porn actress, and then a folk musician; the closing sequence of a woman singing about incontinence to an autoharp accompaniment at a trade show where her husband is selling “SteadyFlo” catheters. they are named after his grandmother, Florence. In a less funny film, they’d have been named after his mother.

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I’d like to thank my producer

But I would like to know if these acknowledgements were ever published in a real book. (via )

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A pathetic fallacy

Positively the last comment on the election result comes from the sun God, who heard the news on Thursday evening:

It is possibly also the same deity or one of his hot-tempered demigod children who put this on Craigslist.

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