Incite 4/20/2011: Family Parties
The last two nights, we have celebrated Passover. Basically, we have a big dinner commemorating the escape of our forefathers from bondage and slavery in Egypt. At least that’s how the story goes, although I wasn’t there, so I maintain a healthy skepticism regarding burning bushes, parting seas, and plagues. But the point remains whether or not the stories are true. It’s really an excuse to party with friends and family, and enjoy some time together outside the craziness of day-to-day existence. I’m not unique in having a pretty hectic existence. For instance, the twins play baseball/softball, which means we were at the field both Saturday and Sunday, for a total of 5 games. Combined with the oldest one preparing for a dance show in a few weeks, we hardly had time to hit the head all weekend. But a close friend had a birthday party to celebrate her 40th Friday, so we had to take a break and celebrate. I did not squander the opportunity, and got rather festive with the help of some vanilla rum. OK, it might have been a lot of vanilla rum. If you find my liver, feel free to mail it back to Securosis Central. Adrian the mailman likes that kind of care package. Many of us don’t intentionally party enough. So I actually appreciate the religious holidays interspersed throughout the year. For me it’s not about the dogma, or whether what we are celebrating actually happened or not. And most of the time we don’t spontaneously start throwing food at each other. It’s about turning off the distractions and focusing on family and friends, if only for a night or two. We actually talk, as opposed to planning the next day’s activities. We eat (too much) and until you’ve experienced it, you can’t appreciate a Manischewitz Concord Grape hangover. A lot of our personal history is tied to these holiday celebrations, providing stories we tell for a lifetime. Like when – despite Mom’s stern warning not to get dirty – I fell into a stream behind my babysitter’s house, fancy corduroy pants and all. It was great fun but Mom was not amused. I think she’s still fuming. And it didn’t even involve Concord Grape. We can even make the wacky traditions fun. For instance, on Passover the kids hunt for a piece of Matzoh hidden in the house (it’s called the Afikomen), and if they find it they get a couple bucks. Which is huge progress, because I was lucky to get a piece of chocolate from my grandfather back in the day. Given this year’s bounty ($2 for each kid), and my oldest daughter’s big spending plans, she was very concerned that I wouldn’t make good on my financial obligations. I’m afraid I didn’t help the situation when I mentioned my new policy of charging $2 per month for rent. Imagine that – I can be difficult sometimes. Obviously I made good on the gift, but not before I had her unknowingly play back one of my favorite movie scenes. I asked her to say “I want my $2” about 10 times, and she didn’t understand why I was rolling on the floor. Too bad it was a school night, or I would’ve made her get on her bike and chase me around the neighborhood screaming “I want my $2.” Really, that’s not bad parenting, is it? Some folks figure they are Better Off Dead than suffering through yet another family holiday. But not me – I can make almost any occasion a big party. And I do. -Mike Photo credits: “La Tomatina / Spain, Bunol” originally uploaded by flydime I would be negligent if I didn’t call attention to a major milestone that one of us hits today. That’s right, the baby of the bunch, the rich mogul turns 40. Today. I’d say that’s old, but I still have 2+ years on him, and a lot more gray hair. Rich is taking a vacation day (as he should) and my hope is that he’ll take a step back to appreciates all he has and has done over the past 4 decades. He has a great wife and kids, he’s building a great business, and he’s one of the top dogs in this little game we play. So when you have your nightcap, after a typically hard day in the trenches of security, raise your glass to Rich and know that the next 40 will be better than the last. Incite 4 U Understand the real threat: Given all the (justified) bluster around the Verizon Data Breach Report, we can’t forget the need to understand what’s really at risk and how it is most likely to be compromised. Ax0n does a great job of reminding us by talking about the real insider threat, reminiscing about the hoops he’s had to jump through in order to remotely manage a server (legitimately, apparently). Then he contrasts that against the fact that other folks take the company’s most sensitive data outside on laptops and USB keys, posing a much more serious risk than a conscientious admin trying to fix things from home. Especially when the internal controls make life hard for people who don’t care about security. His point is that we need to match the controls (and security rhetoric) to the threat, and make sure it’s not onerous to drive creative folks to find a way around security. Remember, most folks believe security is not their job – it’s yours. You can make the case that it’s everyone’s job and you wouldn’t be wrong. But sales guys have to meet their quota each quarter, and that’s more important than meeting your rules. – MR DBIR poop commences: It took about a nanosecond, but as Rich predicted, the Verizon Data Breach Investigations Report is already being misquoted and misinterpreted. More breaches being investigated does not necessarily mean there were more breaches, but that’s the poop already hitting the wire. I understand the rush to get an article live, but they should at least read some of the report before editorializing. The general public