Sunday, January 23, 2011

Nine Words Women Use

(1) Fine: This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right 
and you need to shut up.
(2) Five Minutes: If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes 
is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before 
helping around the house.
(3) Nothing: This is the calm before the storm. This means something, 
and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.
(4) Go Ahead: This is a dare, not permission... Don't Do It!
(5) Loud Sigh: This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often 
misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders 
why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. 
(Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)
(6) That's Okay: This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make 
to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and 
when you will pay for your mistake.
(7) Thanks: A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. 
(I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm 
and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' .
.. that will bring on a 'whatever').
(8) Whatever: Is a woman's way of saying F-- YOU!
(9) Don't worry about it, I got it: Another dangerous statement, meaning this is 
 that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later 
result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.

Digital Photos and Cyberstalking

Digital Photos Hide Data -- and Cyberstalkers Can Find It, Expert Warns
By Molly Line  Published January 19, 2011 | picture's worth a thousand words -- especially for cyberstalkers.   Social networking and smartphones go hand in hand for the web savvy. But few people realize they may be giving away more than they plan to when they post even the most innocuous photos from their Blackberry phones or Apple iPhones.  Most smartphones encode a GPS stamp called a geotag into digital photos they capture, a tag that reveals the exact location a photo was taken by embedding longitude and latitude coordinates. Share that picture on Twitter or Facebook and anyone can instantly discern where you are, warned Ben Jackson, a security analyst and co-founder of the website <> .   "We take that data, look at the publicly available photos and then map it to an address -- so we can then tell a person was at a certain location when they posted that photo," Jackson told aims to monitor social-network users on Twitter and let them know when they're giving away their exact locations, and it covers people all over the country and around the world. In just over three months has managed to track 50,000 different photos using geotags.  The information can be very helpful when users are trying to sort through old vacation photos, but it also offers criminals an even faster way to hunt for victims online.  "Unfortunately, when people are instantly publishing these photos online it can then provide breadcrumbs to where they were and where they might hang out," Jackson said, adding that tracking someone via geotags is quite simple. "It's easy enough that I can probably teach a grade schooler to do it."  We decided to put Jackson's tracking skills to the test. Heading to a random side street in New Bedford, Mass., I took a quick snapshot and posted the photo online, linking it to my Twitter page <> . Within 15 minutes Jackson was driving down the street to say hello.  "We start analyzing for patterns. We can start telling where your house is, where you may work, what your favorite haunts may be, a coffee shop, restaurant, a place that you like to go to like a club of some sort," Jackson pointed out. "We can then piece those together and say, 'hey, look at that. Every Friday night they like to go to this bar over on Main Street.'"  People with more nefarious intentions can use that and other data to swipe identities, stalk victims and scout locations. Last Fall, three men were nabbed on burglary charges in Nashua, N.H., after police say they used information gleaned online to help swipe more than $100,000 worth of stolen goods.  Nashua Police Lieutenant Jeffrey Bukunt said he expects that the number of criminals using the web to commit crimes will increase.  "It's something they can do from the comfort of their own home. They no longer have to go out on the street to necessarily case a residence to commit a burglary," Bukunt told  Luckily, this functionality is easy to disable on most phones if you don't want it to remain active: The website has details on how to disable geotagging <> .      

Sunday, January 2, 2011

The True Story of Rudolph

The True Story of Rudolph
A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night.

His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob's wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked, "Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.

Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports. He was often called names he'd rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in. Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums. Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.

Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make one - a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story, embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to give it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.

The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the rights to print the book. Wards went on to print,_ Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer_ and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.

In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.

Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry.  "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song, with the exception of "White Christmas."

The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a bless

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