Archive for January, 2004

i feel i must interject here, you’re getting carried away

Saturday, January 31st, 2004

So I was sitting in CS class on Thursday. The prof was showing us how to use CUNIX (The Columbia computer system). He logged in and then went into his public website directory:

command me, baby: cd public_html

Yes, he set bash to display “command me, baby” instead of “$“.

Then he listed the files in the directory, and look what popped up:

command me, baby: ls
final.pdf

He said “oops.” I was sitting there with my laptop connected on wifi. If I had been a quicker thinker, I could have downloaded the final right then and there. But alas, I didn’t even know his username, so finding the file would have been tough.

(He may have been using telnet to get at CUNIX in the first place. Had my wifi card been in monitor mode — had I been a sneaky Linux user, that is — I could have stolen his password as he transmitted it cleartext through the air.)

Anyway, realizing that his final was world accessible, he quickly moved it:

command me, baby: mv final.pdf ..

Thus final.pdf now sat in his home directory. It no longer was shared to the world over the web, but it still sat in a folder on CUNIX. Since I assumed that home directores in CUNIX were set a-r (in other words, unbrowseable by everyone), I assumed that the file would be unviewable by everyone as well.

Later that day I was ambling around the campus, thinking about geeky things like the Mars landers, when an epiphany hit me.

After I regained consciousness, I considered some points:

  • The home directory, in which the file now resided, was probably marked a-r (effectively, you can’t list files in it)
  • However, the home directory — if it had the same permissions as mine — was probably marked a+x (files inside directory can be accessed by their names)
  • I couldn’t list the files in his home directory. But I could access them, as long as the permissions on the specific file were correct, and I knew the right filename
  • The file was named final.pdf
  • The file had been in the public_html directory, meaning that it was probably set to be a+r (world readable)

If you haven’t gotten my point yet: final.pdf was accessible to everyone under the sun. Nothing was stopping me from logging in and copying the file into my own directory (Except my moral standards and a fear of getting caught — both of which were surprisingly effective.)

I sent the prof an e-mail and hopefully he’ll remedy the problem.

a long time ago we used to be friends

Sunday, January 25th, 2004

The Mars party was somewhat less happening than I wanted it to be, but since it happened at all, it was more happening than I expected. Emily, Chris, Lora, Moses, and I all chilled in Emily’s room and I prepped her computer to tune into NASA TV. I got the latest Realplayer installed with seconds to spare, and tuned in.

Landing on Mars is a tricky but very, very cool thing to do. I’m impressed enough that we’ve got two (three if you count the European) orbiters creating a sort of telecommunications net on another planet besides our own. I’m even more impressed that now we have two little cars driving around there too.

With the right conditions, the landers can communicate with the orbiters (and even directly with the Earth) on their way in. Unfortunately the quality of the communications is pretty unpredictable — for example, the first Mars rover went silent for 6 minutes during its entry. Judging by what I heard during this landing, comms were excellent: (Events are probably out of order and paraphrased poorly)

“We have 50 seconds to parachute deployment…”
“Parachute deployment confirmed”
Sudden burst of cheering
“Heat shield separation confirmed”
More cheering

There were probably 6 bursts of cheers as the landing executed flawlessly. The lander maintained “tones” (Low bandwidth Earth communication) throughout the whole process, which kept everyone up to date, albeit with a 11 minute speed-of-light lag. When I had seen and heard enough cheering, I figured that the lander had come to a stop alive on the surface of Mars. I closed RealPlayer and went back to partying.

Milkshake

Friday, January 23rd, 2004

So I’ve become a bit too caught up in this whole Mars thing… so caught up, that I want to have a Mars Landing party on Saturday night. (We’re sending in another rover, this one’s called Opportunity)

The lander gets in a little after 12 midnight. By then everyone should be sufficiently drunk so as to make the whole experience an emotional event. Consider the tears we would shed if Opportunity did not radio back to Earth. Consider the festivities in which we would partake, if the lander sent back its “OK” response.

Who’s in?

The hardest button to button

Tuesday, January 20th, 2004

The blog is now fixed on Mac IE 5. It seems that by not setting the menu to have a specific CSS width, things became all kinds of fucked up. Well, now it’s 150 pixels. Tell me if it looks bad. And tell me if this blog doesn’t work on your browser.

Yes indeedy

Sunday, January 18th, 2004

Isn’t it great to be back at college? I opened the door to my refrigerator, inhaled, and immediately uttered the following phrase:

Holy jesus fuck.

Do you care? I do.

Saturday, January 17th, 2004

The last non-school night before senior year, we had a sleepover. The next morning, I heard a song on WFUV that I sorta liked. It wasn’t that great, but I thought that I might as well try to find it online. I searched google for the lyrics, but got nothing. So I fired off an email to them:

Subject: What song did I hear?
To: thefolks@wfuv.org
Date: 04 Sep 2002 00:01:02 -0400

Hi,
I was listening to WFUV between 12-2:30 on Monday (Sept 2). I heard a
song but have been unable to figure out just what it was. These are some
lyrics I can recall from it:

If you were a fast car
If love was a highway

Take me away

Do you guys have any clue what song that might have been?
Thanks,
Adam

WFUV replied, but the song they gave was not correct. With google not finding any results and the people who played the song not even being able to identify it, I was lost. I gave up, although the situation never really upset me to begin with.

I was looking through all my old e-mails today (What a fucking trip. Junior year??) and dug up that guy you see right above. So I googled for those lyrics, and lo and behold, the lyrics to the song showed up. I was even able to find a 30 second clip of it on CDNOW. Niftiness.

(For the curious, the song is called “If Love were an Airplane” by Willy Porter. It’s ok, I think, judging by the 30 second clip.)

A measly update for measly people

Thursday, January 15th, 2004

Yesterday I more than doubled the pants count. I now have 5 pairs of pants.

Summer redux and the polo fields

Monday, January 5th, 2004

For various reasons it feels like summer again. I’m a kid again. No I’m not.

I worked for Merritt today. My first client was at Conyers Farm. For those who don’t know, Conyers Farm is a rather large territory which straddles Armonk and Greenwich, while managing to be richer per square foot than both of those towns (maybe not Greenwich).

I recall with much nostalgia my first experience with Conyers Farm. It was the summer going into my senior year, and I answered the phone at Merritt. I noticed it was a (914) - 273 number.

Me: Do you live in Armonk?
Caller: No, I live in Conyers Farm

Me: How do I get to the house?
Caller: Well, make a right, then another right, you’ll pass the polo fields–
Me: I’m sorry, what do polo fields look like?

I guess I passed polo fields today. It was the same client as 1.5 years ago. They have… uh… horse fields. And a uh… horse track. And a barn. Yeah, I know the right word for the last thing.

I visited another client. While I was waiting for a service pack to install, I signed on to AIM and remarked that 15 Adams could live comfortably within the client’s house. Then again, 15 Adams could probably live comfortably within this house right here. That’s food for thought, and I’m signing out.

Happy New Years

Thursday, January 1st, 2004

So it’s a new year, 2004. Happy that.

I think each year people realize moreso that the new year is pretty arbitrary. I actually didn’t have to stifle any excitement as the ball started dropping. Maybe I would if the ball dropped at 9.8 meters per second squared.

The night on the whole was good. It began with someone making a big trip and gifting me a very nice gift:

Jenn's Trip   Safari Hat

I was then gifted even more gifts, and a card, and reprimanded for not getting my pictures developed so I could talk about them while wearing the above-pictured gift.

As the evening progressed, we discovered that Fernando’s was closed on New Years Eve, that Sun Sing (Chinese Eatery) was not, and that a divided house could not stand. Indeed, Armonk was host to several divisive parties, which meant that everyone could not chill together.

I think that these are highlights. Images will open in a new window, just leave the window open above the page for easy browsing. ( Pix taken from Ethan’s Index and Lance’s Index)