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Computers Notweet

Updated SSL Certificates

Awhile back, I linked to an article that explains how to become your own certificate authority. It’s a good article and following the instructions yields the desired results. As to why I wanted to be my own certificate authority, I just felt it was a superior implementation to self-signed certificates. Once the upfront work was put in for generating the config file and the root certificate, the rest is a matter of a few commands.

Well, I was a bit naive about that last bit. I also have to at least pay attention to advances in cryptography, including whether current techniques are becoming unsecure. Turns out the MD5 hashing algorithm used to sign SSL certificates is now considered broken, more or less.

Unfortunately for me, MD5 is the hashing function the above linked resource defaults to when creating the certificates. Fortunately for me, I’m not exactly a high value target for hackers. That said, I knew my certificates were going to be expiring soon anyway, so I decided to make the necessary mods to improve my situation.

I decided to change the hashing algorithm to SHA256, something that’s seems to be considered secure for the next decade or so. In order to make that change, the openssl.cnf file that’s created needs a few modifications. It is sufficient to modify all of the md5 references in the file to sha256.

One gotcha that did trip me up, however, was that I created my new root certificate with a new, more descriptive name. So to with the corresponding private key file. This was all well and good, but I forgot to update the config file appropriately as well. In particular, under the CA_default section of the file, the certificate and private_key lines need to reflect the appropriate new file names.

As a result, I thought I had generated new signed certificates for my mail server with the updated root certificate. But when I updated the Wife’s iPad, I was getting an error that the certificates weren’t considered trustworthy. It took me awhile before I realized my mistake- I’d simply created new certificates that were signed with the old root certificates, so I hadn’t improved anything.

Now that I’ve straightened things out, things are playing nicely again and I can forget about this stuff until next year. When I’ll probably go through this all again.

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Family

Tattoos

The kids made their own “tattoos” tonight.

They’ve been fascinated with them from the very start- their very first one. Those little fake tattoos that come in cereal boxes and the like. The Wife or I would cut them out of the sheet, then the kids would pick the spot to place them on and finally we’d hold a sponge on their arm for awhile. If everything went right, the image would stick to their skin and voila! They had been pseudo inked.

I suppose the ease of the process lent itself to them enjoying it. It quickly became a process they could do with minimal supervision. After a few minutes, there would be a trail of little wet paper pieces on the floor from the table to the sink, multiple sopped sponges would be laying wherever, surrounding the wet pieces of paper were puddles of water and the kids would have pictures of animals and spaceships and whatever on any free area of skin.

So tonight, they decided to kick it up a notch. They wanted to make their own. The asked me how it’s done, but I told them I didn’t know. Then they asked if using wax paper would work.

Maybe? Possibly? How the heck am I supposed to know? I suppose I could’ve googled it, but I had other … motivations at that moment. Like not wanting a massive wet-paper project developing 30 minutes prior to bedtime.

Several minutes later, the squeals of delight made it apparent they’d had some success. It turns out that normal paper colored with marker and then using a soaked sponge will indeed transfer the ink to their skin. After a couple more minutes, they were trying different designs- the boy had an asterisk on the back of his hand, the lass had some kind of … purple blob on the back of hers.

With their process all worked out, they declared that they were open for business. No, really. They want to put a sign up at the top of the driveway advertising their tattoos. They were already talking about ramping up production and the boy was trying to figure out pricing. At one point he commented “They aren’t that good yet, what do you think Dad, are they worth 25 cents?”

All I can say is this planning stage was priceless.

Then, the boy had another thought. Would they have to get permission from “the governor or something like that” to sell tattoos? I tried to explain as simply as possible that they might need to get some kind of license from the government. He was a bit deflated at that point. Good ol’ government, killing free market ideas one at a time…

Then they decided that they could just keep it in the family. That’s when he handed me a tattoo they’d made just for me- a green ‘D’ for my college alma mater. Guess I’ll end up being their first customer.

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Computers

Trading procmail for sieve

WARNING: Much technical jargon to follow. Those not versed in *nix style email black magic and jargon should proceed at their own risk. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

I’ll state up front that my home email system has been working just fine for years now. That doesn’t mean I was entirely pleased with it, though. The main source of my angst was the use of procmail as my mail filter for routing mail delivered to me to my various personal mail folders.

Sure, there’s the maintainability of a procmail configuration file. It’s not exactly pretty to look at. There are special flags and characters galore that need to be researched every time it’s touched. There are special, obfuscated, fall-through conditions where certain processing paths are taken. In all, it’s the sort of configuration that makes total sense right up to the point where you get it working. Two days later, it might as well all be Greek. To top things off, procmail is a dinosaur, with no active development or support for the code base.

Even so, I did put the time in to figure out how to leverage it to the best of it’s capabilities and it has served me well over the years. My main bone of contention with the use of procmail in my case is it’s position as a glue component to bolt my spam filter, bogofilter, to my system’s MTA exim. In short, it’s a kludge and one that I’ve grown less fond of as time has passed.

To more thoroughly explain things, it’s necessary to mention another part of my mail system: dovecot, an IMAP server which has proven extremely useful over the years. The Wife and I both can access email from any of a number of devices; computers, tablets, phones, and so forth; from anywhere we have network access. All of these different forms of access are possible because of dovecot. As such, dovecot isn’t going anywhere. Now dovecot happens to come with it’s own filtering capabilities, provided by an implementation of Sieve filtering, and also has it’s own LDA, appropriately named dovecot-lda. It’s the presence of these 2 elements that, to my mind, make procmail seemingly superfluous because between Sieve and dovecot-lda all the functionality of procmail is possible in a more modern package.

So why haven’t I ditched procmail yet?

Here’s the problem: I use user-level word lists for spam detection with bogofilter as opposed to a global word list and Sieve does not easily pair up with bogofilter and it’s limited with regards to exim.

With bogofilter, it’s possible to either use a global wordlist for detecting spam or a per-user wordlist, each of which resides in a user’s private directory. In this way, the Wife can have spam detected how she likes and I can have spam detected how I like. While it’s possible to incorporate bogofilter support directly into exim, it seems this way only supports use of a global wordlist, which is a no-go for my situation.

Now one might presume that I could still dump procmail and just make use of Sieve to run my mail through bogofilter for spam detection. It is, after all, a filtering language. Unfortunately, it’s not possible to do this because Sieve does not support running external programs. Thus, there is no way to get it to run mails through bogofilter.

So to take advantage of Sieve, the processing has to take the following path: exim has to route the mail to an individual user, where (somehow!) it is then run through bogofilter which modifies the mail’s headers slightly to mark it as spam or not, after which the modified mail must be (somehow!) handed to dovecot-lda which will then run it through a Sieve filtering script. The Sieve script can then check the mail for spam and place it in the appropriate mail folder.

As hinted at, the bugaboo has been how to get exim to hand the mail to bogofilter so it can use the user’s word list for spam detection and then pass the resulting mail to dovecot-lda.

It turns out to be possible with the help of exim‘s support of .forward files, as well as a little helper script.

To make it work, start by enabling the Sieve plugin in dovecot. Do this by editing /etc/dovecot/dovecot.conf and adding the following configuration:

protocol lda {
    ...
    mail_plugins = sieve
    ...
}

(The ‘…’ characters just indicate the possible presence of other lines in within the brackets. They shouldn’t actually be in the file.)

Once this is done, restart dovecot however appropriate for your system. On debian using the /etc/init.d/dovecot restart incantation works nicely. Out of the box support has now been created for a ~/.dovecot.sieve file.

Next, create a .forward file for exim as follows:

# Exim Filter <== IMPORTANT: DO NOT REMOVE THIS LINE
if error_message then finish endif
pipe /home/user/.forward-helper

Now create the file /home/user/.forward-helper as follows:

#!/bin/sh
/usr/bin/bogofilter -u -e -p -d /home/user/.bogofilter/ | /usr/lib/dovecot/dovecot-lda

The one thing to check on in these commands are that all of the paths are correct. The path following the -d should be the path to the bogofilter wordlist. Similarly, make sure that the path to bogofilter and dovecot-lda are correct for your system. In both cases above user should be substituted with the appropriate username.

What will happen now is that as after exim figures out which user to rout mail to, it will run that user’s .forward file. The file is setup as an exim filter file and will pipe the mail to the script .forward-helper. That script takes care of running the mail through bogofilter and then handing off the resulting mail to the dovecot-lda. The helper file is necessary because of the multiple pipes. While it is possible to run the mail through bogofilter directly from the exim filter file, the result cannot be grabbed for further use, like to pipe to dovecot-lda. Thus, the helper file takes care of that for us.

At this point, all mail will start showing up in your INBOX (I’m assuming use of maildir here). For a start, here’s how to separate out spam, ham and unsure mail messages using Sieve:

require "fileinto";
if header :contains :comparator "i;octet" "X-Bogosity" "Spam"
{
    fileinto "spam";
    stop;
}
elsif header :contains :comparator "i;octet" "X-Bogosity" "Unsure"
{
    fileinto "unsure";
    stop;
}

Place this snippet into a file named .dovecot.sieve in the user’s home directory. Now, spam will go into a mail folder called “spam”, mail that can’t be classified goes into a folder called “unsure” and the rest will go into the user’s INBOX. Please see RFC3028 for a detailed explanation of how the above works as well as how to further filter mail.

The solution seems somewhat trivial, but as a non-sysadmin lacking decades of experience working with email systems I can say it’s taken me quite awhile to figure it out. Initially, I searched high-and-low for someone else who had done this, to no avail. Then I had to become somewhat steeped in the machinations of exim to figure out how to make it work. In all, it’s a satisfying solution and the new Sieve scripts are much easier to understand and maintain. So long to procmail.

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Misc

COLD!

Would this be considered adding insult to injury?

The temp this morning at 7:20.

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Misc

Afterwards

As of now, I’ve cleared our driveway (most of it anyway- there’s only so much room to put that much snow) and front walk. It took me 3 hours to get that much done. Part of that is because are driveway is fairly long, part of it is because there was a lot of snow. And, frankly, part of it is because CONN DOT plowed the top of our driveway in and I had a very dense 3 foot tall, 30 foot wide wall of snow to push through. I wasn’t happy with that but I understand the plow guys have the same problem I do- there’s only so many places to put the snow.

There really aren’t words to adequately describe the scene here. I’ve seen a few references to the tried and true “Winter Wonderland” but that’s only true until the clearing starts, then it’s more like “Hell frozen over.”

As I type this, skies are clearing and the Sun is poking through a bit. The temps have warmed to the mid 20’s and the house is nice and warm with the fire running. My soaked clothes from my earlier snow-clearing are drying so that I can go out and clear our deck next.

Speaking of which, here’s what it looks like:

That’s our Weber Smokey Mountain on the left and our Weber gas grill on the right. The WSM stands about 4 feet tall, normally. It’s boosted up a bit by a large flat rock I have under it to protect the deck from the heat. For that matter, the top of the deck railing measures 42 inches from the deck surface.

Of all the pics in this post, this one probably gives the best idea for how much snow there is. That’s the path I kept clearing so I could take pictures for my Blizzard of 2013 page here on the site.

I mentioned our driveway up above. Here we go:

The before shot is snow that’s basically a foot deep or so for the main portion of the driveway. I’d already cleared it once last night to make today’s clearing a little easier. I’m glad I did. That ridge in the snow on the left of the first picture is the unplowed snow line. It matches up with the wall of snow on the left in the after picture.

Speaking of our driveway, it has a rather unique feature: a large rock set off to the side. It stands about 3 feet tall. Here’s a picture of it:

That’s the rock in the foreground, smack in the middle of the picture under the tree that’s bent over due to the weight of the snow on its branches. The covered portion of the rock is at about 3 feet. Not the biggest of drifts, but impressive none the less.

Here’s our front walk, before and after:

The piles on the right and left are probably 4 feet high.

If you look closely in the Before picture, there are some twiggy things sticking out of the snow. Here’s a slightly better shot of them:

See them? Those little twigs in the foreground? Those are the branches of a Japanese Maple. It’s a little over 2 feet tall.

Here’s a shot of the front of the house:

That lower roof over the front porch looks like I might need to do something about. The upper roof doesn’t look nearly as bad though. I assume that’s because it was exposed to the wind more and didn’t pile up to quite the same degree up there.

Finally, something fun. Here’s Dog2, our male German Shepherd. He’s leaping up at snow the boy has tossed into the air. As many times as someone will toss snow in the air, he’ll leap to snap at it. Just don’t stick your face in there.

We had similar conditions a couple of years ago, believe it or not. But in that case, we had 2 storms come through and dump on us on consecutive weekends. While both storms then were pretty impressive, they weren’t this one.

It’s not unusual for us to have rain come through that dumps 2 or three inches on us. I’ve often wondered what such a storm would be like if it fell in the form of snow. Now, I know.

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Misc

That Pickpocket In Action

Awhile back I linked to an article profiling Apollo Robbins, “The Gentleman Thief.” He’s a professional pickpocket who plies his trade for entertainment purposed only. Here’s some video of him in action (thanks to John Gruber):

Having read the article, I knew what to look for and I picked up on a few things in action. But I can totally understand how if I was the actual mark, I’d have no idea what was happening. Pretty slick stuff.

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Misc

It Has Begun…

The snow started falling about 8:30 this morning. I was headed out to the car to run some last minute errands and was just climbing in when I saw the first flakes. Driving around town, the roads had all been pre-salted so there wasn’t any accumulation on them. It also wasn’t coming down that hard, though that’s clearly supposed to change.

As far as prep goes, I’ve loaded up plenty of firewood, got fresh gas for the snowblower, went grocery shopping and picked up a power inverter. I’m not overly concerned about losing power, but in the event we do we need a way to run the fan on our wood stove. Using the car to power the inverter should work nicely. It can supply 500W continuously, though I should only need a fraction of that for the blower.

Accumulation predictions are for 2 feet plus, which is unprecedented in my memory for any storm I’ve gone through. I’ve seen predictions for 18-24 a few times, though none of them actually managed that. We’ll see how things go with this one.

Since it’s supposed to be such a hum-dinger of a storm, I decided to create a page to document it’s progress here at the house. That page can be found here. I’ll get around to putting up an appropriate main page link. Look for updates about the storm’s progress on that page as well. I’ll try to do so hourly. One of the pictures is of a yardstick, which I’ve lashed to one of the posts on our deck. With all the project wind to come, I don’t know how accurate it will be, but it might be fun to watch it get covered. At least, the boy thought it was a good idea.

Now I have to get to the other things I haven’t got to yet. Back later.

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Football

Joe Flacco: The Bad and the Amusing

According to this from PFT, Joe Flacco basically advocated cheating to supposedly ensure their Super Bowl victory.  He was telling his teammates on the sidelines they should just tackle the ball carrier on the free kick that ended the game.  He figured the refs couldn’t just award a touchdown, so it was better than letting the 49’ers score.

He’s actually wrong about that last point.  The refs can award a score under the circumstances Flacco was advocating, so his efforts would have been doubly defeating:  he would have been revealed as a world class sore loser and he still would have lost the game.

I know it’s a quaint notion in today’s NFL and will barely register on the outrage meter.  Flacco is, after all, the SB MVP and will get a huge pay day after his accomplishments.  Be that as it may, this kind of thing should cost Flacco in some respect.  He shouldn’t be advocating cheating in the event of the miraculous happening.  It’s cheap and illegitimate.  I think his nose should be rubbed raw in it. Personally, I’ll be routing against him until the day he retires. (I know, huge penalty there…)

But it’s not all bad in the article.  There’s a nugget at the end revealing the humorous side of the NFL.  Here’s the line from the linked post:

Though the response isn’t audible, a teammate apparently said something along the lines of, “Lead the way, Bert.” (That’s my half-joking guess at what was said, not a quote.)

Look at a picture of Flacco and then a picture of Bert from Bert & Ernie fame.  Really, can there be any doubt his teammates call him “Bert”?  Hilarious.

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Family

The Boy’s World- Shattered

With age comes responsibility and, sometimes, privilege.

The lass learned that today. In our home state, there is no law specifying exactly when a child may ride in the front seat. Both of our kids are above average in height and weight, so they’ve been out of booster seats from the earliest that could happen. But we age limited them for riding in the front seat. Prior to today, only the boy was deemed old enough to ride in the front seat for rides around town and the like.

Actually, that last statement isn’t entirely true. The lass was deemed old enough at her most recent birthday. But it wasn’t until today that I took a moment to make her aware of the new privilege.

Thus ended the boy’s nearly 2-year, uncontested reign as the only qualified proprietor of the car’s shotgun position. Well, aside from the Wife or myself that is. All things considered, he took it like I expected him to- about the same as if I’d told him we’d be removing one of his arms.

Time wise, his world ended about 5:05PM EST. His martial arts lesson had just concluded and we were headed out to the car. The lass did exactly what I expected her to do- she made sure to be the first one to the car. The boy was still unawares as to the change in the family power structure so was completely unsuspecting of what she was doing, but not for much longer.

I had barely unlocked and opened the car door on my side and the lass was already in the passenger seat. The boy was temporarily taken aback at her seeming brazenness. He tried to tell her she wasn’t allowed in the passenger seat. I had to step in and correct and remind him. He still didn’t want to believe it and tried to argue with me that he had to wait much longer than his sister had and it wasn’t fair. I was temporarily sucked into the argument, then caught myself. Defeated, he huffily climbed into the back seat.

The boy had come to view the passenger seat as his privilege as opposed to a privilege. He even stated that because he was older he should be allowed to sit there. I mainly opted to allow him to vent his frustrations, rather than arguing or trying to impart some kind of understanding. I knew from experience he wouldn’t listen anyway.

I’m fully aware of the headaches that await me- the contests and races to come to be the first to the car. The whining and crying from the “loser” of those races. The sneaky, underhanded doings to claim the throne- like one of them going out to the car 15 minutes ahead of time to claim the seat (my money is on the lass pulling this one first). Then they’ll learn the “shotgun” game and that will breed arguments about how long before the ride “shotgun” can be claimed ; how long it remains in effect afterward; whether it has to be called again if we get out of the car.

They also get a chance to learn that a privilege can be revoked, temporarily or permanently. The ride into school tomorrow should be interesting.

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Misc

The Gluten-Free Fad?

Interesting read here on gluten free diets and the like. My first reaction was to lump it in with other food studies of the past like salt. First, it was bad for you. Then it was good. Then it was sort-of-OK-but-not-too-much. I think that’s still where we’re at with salt.

I also find it interesting that the doctors admit that, aside from celiac disease, they don’t really know what they’re talking about. But they still insist that changing diets is bad. Or the fellow at the end who states “No more than 1 percent” of people have “gluten sensitivity. But then admits all numbers are speculative. So he doesn’t know, but he does know. Whatever.

Anyway, here ’bouts we’ve drastically reduced our gluten intake, but as part of a broader plan of carb reduction. Bread and pasta are the two major foods that provide carbs, well, along with sugars of course, so we’ve all but eliminated them from our diet. The kids still enjoy certain pasta dishes, so we do occasionally partake, but without nearly the same frequency.

Interestingly, as reported by those “sensitive” to gluten, I can also report that I feel better without all the carbs in the diet. Not that I felt bad per say, but I noticed feeling like I had more energy. So maybe there’s more to the whole gluten thing than meets the eye.

(hattip: Instapundit)

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BBQ

Pulled Pork

One thing I forgot to mention in my prep post for the pulled pork is that I left the pork butt in the brine for about 24 hours.

Today, I cooked it.

I fired up the WSM around 7:30 or so this morning. Since we burn wood to heat the house, I cheat. Or you could say I’m resourceful. After loading the bottom with Kingsford charcoal, I simply placed a big chunk of hot coals from our fireplace in the middle of the charcoal. I filled up the bowl with hot water and then assembled the unit. About half an hour later, it had come up to temp.

So around 8:00AM, the pork started cooking. I stuck a digital temperature probe into the butt and strung it up through the top vent in the WSM lid.

Today was hardly an ideal day for barbeque. It never got above 30 today, and even then it didn’t get that warm until the late afternoon. Thus, I had a little trouble maintaining a good temp. I was concerned it might affect the outcome.

After about 6 hours, I opened things up to take my first look at the meat. I didn’t take any pictures, but I can say it looked delicious. I felt better about the temperature issues- apparently there were none. The bark had developed beautifully. I’d come prepared with a couple of lengths of aluminum foil to wrap it up the pork with for the final cooking stage. I did so and then took a moment to top off the water in the WSM bowl. I place the meat back on the grill and closed everything up, taking time to put the temperature probe in the meat again. I took my first temp reading and it was at 140- so I had about 40 degrees to go. I wouldn’t need to open things up again until it was done cooking.

I continued to monitor the grill temp and the meat temp through the remainder of the afternoon. Finally, about 6 o’clock, the meat had come up to temp at 181. I could smell it as soon as I took it off the grill and put it onto the platter.

When I took the foil off, there was a nice layer of juices sitting on the bottom and the bone in the center of the meat pulled out without any effort. It took me about 5 minutes to pulled it apart with a couple of forks- during which time the Wife and I sampled the results liberally. The interior meat was super tender and the outer layer had a nice pink color where the smoke had penetrated. There was no need for sauce, as it had plenty of flavor between the smoke and the pieces of the bark distributed throughout.

Easily the best results I’ve attained for pulled pork.

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Misc

Bill Simmons on PED’s and Sports

I just read this article by Bill Simmons. It is, bar none, the best article Simmons has ever written. Or at least, it’s the best one of his I’ve ever read.

Here are the concluding paragraphs (lightly edited):

I believe that Ray Lewis cheated. I believe that to be true based on circumstantial evidence, his age, his overcompetitiveness, the history of that specific injury, and the fact that his “recovery” made my s**t detector start vibrating like a chainsaw.

I believe in my right to write the previous paragraph because athletes pushed us to this point. We need better drug testing. We need blood testing. We need biological passports. We need that stuff now. Not in three years. Not in two years. Now. I don’t even know what I am watching anymore.

I believe we need to fix this disconnect between our private conversations and our public ones. Cheating in professional sports is an epidemic. Wondering about the reasons behind a dramatically improved performance, or a dramatically fast recovery time, shouldn’t be considered off-limits for media members. We shouldn’t feel like scumbags bringing this stuff up. It’s part of sports.

I believe that, if I played sports for a living, I would steer clear of performance enhancers no matter how many millions were at stake, no matter how famous they might make me, no matter how many titles I might win. I like to believe that, anyway. The truth is … I don’t really know what I would do. And neither do you.

As far as I’m concerned, this article is directed more at the sports media- ESPN, Sports Illustrated and so forth- than non-media people. As he says, non-media people think of this all the time, but we never see sports media figures say “You know what, I’m not buying it- prove it.”

Something to consider- it’s possible that it’s impossible to play professional sports without drug enhancement. Think about it- 160+ games in baseball; 80+ games in basketball and hockey; 16 games in football which is more physically taxing than the others. It may be that even the best-of-the-best can’t make it through their sport’s season without drugs simply because it’s not possible for their body to recover and heal from game to game.

Anyway, Simmons’ article is well worth the time to read it.

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BBQ

Pulled Pork in Our Future

In anticipation of the game tomorrow, the Wife suggested cooking up some pulled pork. I haven’t cooked anything on our WSM since the ribs from back around Christmas, so I was more than happy to oblige.

Fortunately, cooking pulled pork is nothing new to me. I’ve tried several different techniques and my favorite involves prepping it in a brine followed by applying a rub. The brine is nothing more than salt and some brown sugar, about a half-cup of each. I use enough warm water to completely submerge a 9-lb butt. I do start with hot water to help dissolve the salt and sugar, then ,because the butt was frozen, I add the butt and then top everything off with cold water.

As for the rub, here’s what I’m trying this time:

  • 2 tbsp brown sugar
  • 1 tbsp onion powder
  • 1 tbsp garlic powder
  • 1 tbsp chili powder
  • 1 tsp orange peel
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1 tsp ground thyme (I used a mortar a pestle for grind up thyme leaves)
  • 1/4 tsp paprika
  • 1/4 tsp cayenne
  • 1/4 tsp chipotle chili powder

I’ve applied the rub and have wrapped it well using plastic wrap. For the now, I’ve got it sitting outside on the deck, since it’s about 20 degrees out. I’ll move it inside tonight (I don’t want it to refreeze) and then get things started nice and early tomorrow morning with the WSM. Probably around 7, if not earlier. I’m planning a nice, long, slow cook.

Tune in tomorrow to find out how it turns out.

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Politics

Scouts Should Include Gays

My brother asked me what I thought about the recent rumblings from the BSA. Even with my involvement in Scouting for now, I really hadn’t thought much about it. When I did, it seemed obvious that it’s the right thing to do and there wasn’t much more to it.

Then I figured, eh, why not write something up and put it here for all to see. To quickly summarize, I think the reasons to exclude gays are thin, and the reason for inclusion have mostly upside.

To start, one of the core values for Cub Scouts is respect, which has as one of its meanings “deference to a right, privilege, privileged position, or someone or something considered to have certain rights or privileges; proper acceptance or courtesy; acknowledgment.” For that matter, the BSA’s own site reads “showing regard for the worth of something or someone.” It’s hard to square this core value with the current policy.

Shifting gears a bit, the fear that’s brought up by defenders of the status quo is the possibility of pedophilia and child molestation. But studies and time have revealed that both are a separate and unrelated thing from homosexuality. Thus, this reason has faded to the point of oblivion- if the fear still exists, it exists out of ignorance.

If looking for arguments for the change, I’d say look no further than a story like this. A Boy Scout, denied the rank of Eagle he had earned for the sole reason that he was gay, received his Eagle pin from another Eagle Scout who came out as gay when he heard of the boy’s plight. Now, some might miss the forest for the trees and focus on the “dishonesty” of the older Scout never having revealed he was gay and earning something he “didn’t deserve.”

And that would be a great shame. The fact is these two men had done everything required of them by Scouting to attain that rank. That means they had proven themselves “morally straight.” Are we really supposed to believe that by announcing a truth about themselves, they suddenly were not? By what reasoning could that possibly be true?

I’d say there are also pragmatic reasons. There are areas of the country where the current policy likely works to depress membership. I had one parent explain to me that she almost kept her son out of Cub Scouts because of disagreement with the policy. Ultimately, she stuck with it because of her son’s friendships within the Pack and that it didn’t make sense to punish him for something he knew nothing about. If she was thinking like that, how many other parents use similar lines of thought and keep prevent their sons from getting involved? The Constitution certainly protects the rights of the BSA to run the organization as they see fit, but they can’t protect it from the consequences of those decisions.

Another pragmatic aspect to consider is one of leadership. In this area, Scouting hangs on by the skin of its teeth. Part of the reason is it takes a lot of effort and time to organize all the different activities and meetings involved. The idea of casting good people away simply because of sexual orientation seems like a bad way to address that problem. While I know Scouting is robust in other areas of the country, I’m sure there are other locations where it’s similar to here. The bottom line here is that help is needed and tossing it aside because of sexuality is self-defeating.

The bottom line is Scouting is a worthwhile endeavor for young boys. It promotes all of the sorts of qualities that we might want in our kids: resourcefulness, independence, grace under fire and a willingness to lead and be responsible. There is no reason those qualities can’t apply to gay Scouts and there is no reason gay men can’t help to foster those qualities in Scouts they lead.

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His First Real Test

This week is Stripe Testing week at the boy’s martial arts school. The school has these evaluations at the end of each month to give the students a chance to progress through the belt levels. The boy currently is at the red level and needed only 1 more stripe to qualify to graduate to the next belt level- his last prior to becoming an apprentice. So he’s getting real close.

He went on Monday and after testing the instructors said they’d be giving him his stripe but that he needed to get an “Intent to Promote” form filled out. This is a supplemental form they use to solicit feedback from the parents and even school teachers to make sure that they are applying things they learn to other aspects of their lives such as being a good student, helping around the house and so forth.

So I took him to class again last night (he’s supposed to go, minimally, twice a week). That’s when things took a little detour.

On Monday, the instructors running the class were the usual Monday crew, but their are also not the head instructors. The head instructors were there for Wednesday and they essentially re-evaluated him and, to cut to the chase, they did not promote him to the next level. They had him perform his belt level form several times- twice with a group and then a final time on his own, and they deemed it not up to par yet. Being familiar with the form, I couldn’t disagree with their assessment (I’ll have to do the same one to attain my next belt level.)

To his credit, he did it as well as I’ve seen him. I don’t know what happened with the other red belts whom tested on the same form.

When he came out, the boy was, unsurprisingly, upset. Not to the point of tears, but unhappy because he thought after Monday that he’d be graduating. He was blabbering about how he would be stuck at the red level forever and ever and I decided I’d just let him blow off steam without commenting. We’ve all been disappointed before and sometimes we just need to vent frustrations. I realized the boy is no different, so I let him vent. So long as he didn’t get out of hand.

When we got home and the boy informed her about the results, the Wife was also upset about how it turned out.

I was initially disappointed for him as well. That said, I also felt it was an opportunity to test the boy’s mettle. To this point, he had advanced on time through every belt level. As his belt level increased, I began wondering when the lack of crispness and body control would start to catch up to him.

One thing I’ve tried to maintain with both kids is the ability to honestly evaluate their abilities. I don’t know that I always succeed, particularly with schooling, but with the martial arts stuff I feel I’m a decent judge. I thought on more than one occasion that he could stand to be held back a bit at previous belt levels, but they continued to move him along. I had refrained from interfering with them because I realize the instructors have seen 100’s, if not 1000’s, of different kids go through their school at this point and many had made it to black belt. I’ve also seen the quality of their adult and teen black belts and can say that they are well taught and skilled practitioners. In other words, they know what they are doing. And here now, finally, was a moment where they basically told him “It’s not good enough.” He will have to work to improve himself and his technique.

On the way home, while he continued to vent he lamented that he didn’t even know what he’d done wrong or what he should do to improve it. I took a chance and explained three different parts of the form that would make it significantly better. He listened quietly to them. When I was done he complained “That’s a lot…” I didn’t think so, though. He had already learned the whole form, which was a lot more than 3 things, and he did more of the form correctly than not. He seemed to calm down a bit after that. Perhaps the idea of a direction helped to comfort him.

Neither the Wife nor I ever felt that attaining his black belt should be a pro forma matter. Indeed, part of the reason for signing him up was to give him something challenging to attain to. So that he might be given the opportunity to learn that success takes work. Here, now, he will finally begin to receive that lesson.

Whether he learns it remains to be seen.

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Setting a Good Example

In this case, it was what I didn’t do that hopefully left an impression.

But first, a little back story.

At the boy’s Cub Scout meeting, I came up with the notion of making some kind of home made rocket. Not just one to build, but one that would actually launch. I didn’t have any bright ideas off the top of my head, but a little googling about revealed a clever design: building a rocket around an old 35-mm film cannister and using an Alka Selzer and water to fuel it.

I was in luck, because the Wife happened to have a bunch of old cannisters. Unfortunately, the caps were the type that fit over the edges, rather than a plug-style cap that pushed down inside the cannister. But I was resourceful and fashioned several “corks” out of oak. I managed to get them to a pretty good fit and my test with one of them allowed for a pretty good pop. That seemed promising, so I went with it.

I assembled the other things I needed and then at the end of our Den meeting, I had them start building their rockets. I explained what we’d be doing and they were all quite excited. Unfortunately, the reality didn’t live up to the hype. The wood was too slick and wouldn’t hold well enough to build up some good pressure to really launch the rockets.

This annoyed me.

So I kind of set my mind to thinking about it in the background- how could I increase the friction of the cork with the cannister while still maintaining a decent seal? The idea that occurred was to coat the cork with a few layers of polyurethane. I’ve noticed in the past the poly has a kind of tacky quality to it and doesn’t slide well on plastic, so perhaps this would give the desired result.

So this afternoon, with the kids home on schedule half-day, I sat down with the corks and a can of polyurethane. To coat the cork I simply drove a drywall screw a turn or so into the wood then, using the screw as a handle, I dipped the cork in the poly. Upon pulling it out, I held it over the can and let it drip and then began rolling the screw in my fingers to try and work off the last bit of the poly.

By this point, both kids had joined me at the table, temporarily interested in what I was doing. I was explaining the basic idea to them when my fingers fumbled the cork and it dropped- PLUNK!– into the can of poly.

I was pissed- but I didn’t say a thing. I just sat there, staring at it. It was just the sort of clumsy thing that drives me crazy.

Then I realized, both kids had fallen completely silent and were just staring at… me. They were waiting. Waiting and watching to see what I was going to do. Would I blow my stack? Would I start swearing like sailor and berate myself for my clumsiness? WHAT WILL DAD DO?

In the end, I let out a sigh. I got up. I went into the garage and found my needle nose pliers. I brought these back into the house and plucked the cork out of the can of poly, then started the whole process over again of trying to get the last bit of drips off it.

PLUNK!

It slipped out of the pliers and fell right back into the can. Again, I just stared at it, and the kids watched me. After a second or so, as I began to reach back into the can with the pliers, at which point the boy observed “Guess it’s a good thing you got those pliers, huh Dad?” I chuckled, and so did both kids.

This time around, I made sure not to do anything over the can and wiped off the excess using a foam brush.

I remember things from when I was growing up that my parents don’t remember. All kinds of things- some impressionable and some not. I don’t know that there’s any particular rhyme or reason to them, they are just scenes that, for whatever reason, stuck with me for all these years. I presume the boy and the lass will be the same. I don’t know if this one in particular will stick with them, though I suspect it might as much as I could anything like that based on their intense observance of the key moments.

We stress to the kids that things don’t always go right or the way you expect them to and that it happens for everyone and in anything. Major things like people getting sick and minor things like Cub Scout corks that get dropped into polyurethane cans. We try to impress upon them that the important thing is not that it happened, but how they react to what happens. Don’t lose your cool; if it’s a problem, think about how to solve it. Don’t get upset, don’t throw tantrums; don’t start crying; don’t get mad. None of that helps.

Maybe, today was an example they’ll remember.

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Rush Jobs

For all of our efforts early on with the boy and homework, they’ve paid off in the respect that he’s diligent about getting his homework done. We rarely, if ever, have to remind him to work on it and he typically has it done well ahead of the required completion date. This is likely more to do with the Wife’s side of the family, as I was more of a last-minute kind-a-guy growing up. But, it’s difference I have no qualms about.

One might expect an “All’s well that end’s well” sort of finish here. Unfortunately, we fall a little short of the mark there. More recently, it’s become apparent that the boy has actually created a competition with several other students in his class to be the first to turn in completed homework. I pretty sure this isn’t a formalized sort of competition; rather, it exists in the boy’s mind.

His emphasis on being first has revealed a tendency towards sloppy work completion. Writing is loaded with punctuation, grammatical and spelling errors. Simple math mistakes are made. In some cases, it’s apparent he didn’t take the time to understand what certain reading comprehension questions were asking.

I suppose all of this might be more tolerable if he accepted our criticisms of his homework and simply made the corrections. But it’s not that simple. First, he has to express his frustration at having so many mistakes pointed out to him. Then, he has to feel sorry for himself because “everything he does is wrong.” If we’re lucky, he fixes things and moves on. If not, we get an extended dose of drama of and he starts to get snippy with the Wife or I. Things don’t end well for him at that point.

So the Wife and I have started trying to retrain his brain about homework. As stated, we don’t mind his desire to be first but we’re trying to teach him to take the time to get things right the first time. As I stated to him at one point “Being first and wrong is worse than being last and right.” (Puts me right up there with Confucius I’d say.) We’ve also pointed out all the extra work he creates for himself when he has to redo so much of it.

Also troubling are the continued fits he throws at the Wife or I when we commit the grave sin of pointing out his mistakes, also known as helping him. If I had a nickel for every time we’ve talked about that tendency, well, I wouldn’t need any nickels.

All part and parcel of growing up I suppose. I’ve long since given up on the notion that raising a kid, or two, is a smooth glide from the hospital to their first job. Anymore, I expect the hiccups to manifest themselves, although it does occasionally surprise where those hiccups crop up. This is his first year with real homework. I’m sure things will improve from here.

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It Is Now Only Freezing

Who doesn’t love them some extreme weather?

Right now, as I type this, the thermometer reads 32 degrees. That’s the first time it’s reached that threshold since last Sunday, January 20th. Since then, it hasn’t managed to got out of the 20’s. The only bummer, as it were, is that we never had any negative lows. We did have one night where it was 0, though. We’re supposed to hit 50 tomorrow, according the to the last local forecast I’d seen.

I have no ulterior motive behind this post. I just wanted to note the extent of a pretty cool patch of weather. Cool both figuratively, for me, and literally for everyone.

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Credit When It’s Due

The lass’ birthday is upcoming, thus this past weekend served as a her big celebration.

Saturday she had a party with friends at local pottery store. Don’t roll your eyes- by all accounts it was well done. She had a small group of friends and they all got to paint pieces of pottery. There was an instructor who showed them what they needed to know and the Wife provided the cake and other party favors while her friends provided some gifts. Towards the end, the instructor even demonstrated how to make vases and bowls using a pottery wheel. He wowed the girls, and the Moms, by effortlessly transforming a lump of clay into various vases and bowls.

Yesterday was family day as her Grandparents and Aunt spent the afternoon and she got the dinner of her choice, which was pasta. She got a few more gifts and then watched How to Train Your Dragon. Twice- because Memere didn’t see it the first time it showed.

Through it all, the boy was present. Through it all, the boy sat patiently and quietly by and didn’t try to interfere with his sister’s temporary spotlight. He played games with her and didn’t pick fights with her or, at least, much fewer than usual. He was, in short, the sort of brother most parents would like their son to be on a sibling’s birthday. Conversely, as many parents, I think, will tell you, he was the sort of sibling they don’t get.

So tonight, When I said my “Goodnights” to him, I made sure to let him know he’d done well. Seeing as I’m alway sure to tell him when he isn’t, it was the proper thing to do.

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Site Mods

I’ve made a few modifications to the site this morning, some visible and some not.

As for the image change, How to Train Your Dragon is just a fantastic movie and the kids have been going back to it lately when they get their random movie night. This particular image is the climax of my favorite scene in the movie and, while watching last time, the thought occurred that it would make a great background for the blog. A little bit of googling revealed this fella’s work which I’ve borrowed, resized and fit right up there. I even made it the new background for my desktop. Somehow, it seems appropriate.

As for other mods, I’d noticed that the tabbed widget thingy over there in the sidebar wasn’t working anymore. I was able to trace it back to a single errant'#' character in thephp` code for the theme. Also, in an effort to reduce blog clutter I removed a plugin that I realized I wasn’t using and also deactivated another with an eye towards eliminating it. Just drop me a note in the comments if the site seems overly sluggish when loading.

Otherwise, blogging as usual. Oh, and uh, if you haven’t seen the movie, I highly recommend it. If you have seen the movie, well, go watch it again!

UPDATE:
The kids saw my changes to the site and became inspired. They’re watching it again right now. No objection from your’s truly or the Wife.

UPDATE 1/28/2013:
I’ve modified the color of post titles both on the main page and when viewed singly. Additionally, the Next and Previous post links were not very visible so that too has been corrected.