Friday, January 30, 2009
By Paul McNamara
Created Jan 27 2009 - 11:28am
As anyone with a Social Security number knows, today is Data Privacy Day 2009
, the second annual international celebration of personal-information protection
. (Don't forget to send your CSO flowers.)In honor of this pseudo-occasion, Intel has collected all manner of relevant resources and event listings, including its "Top Five Teen Privacy Tips."
It's not a bad list, I mean other than the fact that No. 1 is pretty much the same as No. 4, and No. 5 -- gist: "Don't be a knucklehead" -- goes without saying.
What's lacking, though, are real-world examples that demonstrate the consequences of failing to follow
 all of this advice.
So, I thought I would provide a few ripped-from-the-headlines examples ... examples of the type that teens are most apt to appreciate: Those that involve stupid and/or inept grownups . Teen Tip 1. Know your potential audience. Be aware that anyone, including site operators, advertisers, colleges, potential employers, friends and parents, as well as dangerous people or sexual predators may access, use, and forward the information you share online.And by "anyone" we mean school principals, too, as was learned by a 42-year-old high school band director who received this written reprimand  from his boss in 2007: "As we discussed in our conference, you are to deconstruct your MySpace account as soon as possible. Specifically, I am asking that you remove the pictures we spoke about and consider removing ... students from your friends list." Whether he complied is unclear. What is clear is that he was arrested last month and faces charges related to having sex with a student.Then there's the 29-year-old Massachusetts teacher who most certainly did not know  her potential audience when writing on MySpace about a 13-year-old boy, "It's hard to be with you and set boundaries." That one was forwarded to prosecutors.
Teen Tip 2. Use privacy settings to control who has access to information you put online, including your profile page, your photos, your "wall," and your online journals. Do not share your phone numbers, home address, date of birth, school or team name, travel plans, social security number or other national ID numbers, family financial information, bank or credit card numbers. Don't share your passwords with anyone.It's pretty clear that Monster.com couldn't manage a MySpace page. The world's most famous online job site days ago began warning users  that it had allowed unauthorized outsiders access to stored user names, e-mail addresses, birth dates, and in some cases, states of residence -- along with Monster.com user IDs and passwords. Of course, this kind of thing can happen to the best of companies ... it's the third time for Monster in the past two years.
Teen Tip 3. Don't accept "friends" you do not know in the real world. Never agree to meet anyone in person you have only "met" online.By friends here we mean "Friends," as in Chandler Bing, also known as actor Matthew Perry. Any teenager would know that Perry, being notoriously faithful to Monica, would never strike up an online romance with another woman. Less attuned was grownup woman "Kirsty," who not only deluded herself thusly for 11 months but went on "Dr. Phil"  to talk about it. Dr. Phil: "Why did you think that Matthew Perry would be on Facebook chatting you up for 11 months?" Kirsty: "In the back of my mind I flip-flopped back and forth." My advice: If you do make this kind of mistake, do not go on national TV to try to explain that which cannot be explained.
Teen Tip 4. Think before you post. If you would not want a college or a prospective employer to see it, or if you wouldn't share it with your parents, don't post it. ... Don't identify others on your page in a way they would not identify themselves or post photos they would not post. Protect yourself. Ask friends to take down content about you that you would not post yourself, and un-tag photos that you may find embarrassing in the future.Say you're a 27-year-old hot-shot speechwriter for soon-to-be-president Barack Obama, and, in a moment of beer-soaked revelry, you happened to be photographed groping a cardboard breast on a cardboard cutout of the former first lady and soon-to-be-secretary-of-state. You wouldn't want that picture to show up on Facebook, would you? Neither did Jon Favreau, who miraculously got off with just an apology and is now dating  a Maxim model (OK, maybe Favreau isn't the best cautionary tale to use here.)
Teen Tip 5. You are your own best protector online. Online conduct has consequences. Make smart choices. In other words, do as adults say, not as they do.
So... Happy Data Privacy Day to YOU!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
(Where did January go?--bits of the month have disappeared into the memory banks.)
So what were you doing?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
What do you do for fun after dinner?
Wait... let me rephrase that: How do YOU avoid your kitchen duties after eating?
I'm off to church for a meeting.
That's how I'll get out of doing the dishes tonight.
(and amazing spouseman will come through for me! THANKS.spouseman.)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Check out this inspirational song from the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's newest CD.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Not in the typical places, either.
I won't spell it out--(but maybe I will)
suffice it to say I'm not pleased.
The urine odor does not seem to be of the human variety,
and it does NOT belong in the vicinity of my ~hello~ PIANO that-I-love!
Nor on the wood work nor in the 'action' nor in any other piano-ish place.
I put myself in a time out.
I divorced myself from mean thoughts about felines.
I sprayed, wiped, cleaned and did it again. and again. and again.
I even went to the basement and lovingly cleaned out their litter boxes.
and fed them.
I think we're going to be okay.
I don't want you to tell me what I should do with those c-a-t-s's...
BUT; I would be interested in hearing about something that gets your goat.
and then what you do to feel better. Hearing about your pain will lessen mine.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
I don't know about you, but I certainly feel better knowing that the leader of our country will not be arm-in-arm with a frump-queen. Mrs. O. is making bold, designer choices,
She wields the strong arm of clothing confidence. I feel so much better!
(seriously--I LOVED her ensemble for taking the oath)
my shallow take on inauguration day 2009.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
the skating rink for the 'big' boys. If you look in the background, you'll see the yellow of our house. The rink in the front yard apparently wasn't quite what these guys had in mind, so they trekked on out to the pond and made their own. Way cool. (oh. and happy inauguration day.)
Monday, January 19, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Sabbath is the Lord's day, set apart each week for rest and worship. In Old Testament times, God's covenant people observed the Sabbath on the seventh day of the week because God rested on the seventh day when He had created the earth. After the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, which occurred on the first day of the week, the Lord's disciples began observing the Sabbath on the first day of the week, Sunday (see Acts 20:7).
"Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.
"Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work:
"But the seventh day is the sabbath of the Lord thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates:
"For in six days the Lord made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the Lord blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it" (Exodus 20:8–11).
The Lord told Moses that Sabbath observance was a sign between the Him and His people of the covenant between them (see Exodus 31:13).
In the latter days, the Lord commanded His people to continue observing the Sabbath. He has promised that if we obey this commandment, we will receive "the fulness of the earth" (see D&C 59:16–20).
Because the Sabbath is a holy day, it should be reserved for worthy and holy activities. Abstaining from work and recreation is not enough. In fact, those who merely lounge about doing nothing on the Sabbath fail to keep the day holy. In a revelation given to Joseph Smith in 1831, the Lord commanded: "That thou mayest more fully keep thyself unspotted from the world, thou shalt go to the house of prayer and offer up thy sacraments upon my holy day; for verily this is a day appointed unto you to rest from your labors, and to pay thy devotions unto the Most High" (D&C 59:9–10). In harmony with this revelation, Church members attend sacrament meeting each week. Other Sabbath-day activities may include praying, meditating, studying the scriptures and the teachings of latter-day prophets, writing letters to family members and friends, reading wholesome material, visiting the sick and distressed, and attending other Church meetings.
A challenge to ME: Be more Sunday.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
2. Sleep late. To do this effectively, there are a separate subset of rules:
*protect your sleep. (wear earplugs, a mask for sleeping, have white noise on)
*make sure the people who share your abode are aware of your desire to sleep-in (signs on bedroom doors threatening those who interrupt your sleep are at least comical, if not effective)
3. Enjoy a breafast you like at your leisure. It might even be lunch time before you're putting breakfast in your mouth!
4. Wear comfortable PJs well into the afternoon. Maybe even all day.
5. Defend against bed-head: wear a hat with character.
6. Above all, BE Saturday. No week-day rush, stress or worries.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
It's fun to give.
I want to share some of my favorite things (with YOU!).
I will be putting together a package of things that I love,
and things representative of some of the things that I love
and I promise it won't be lame.
I will tell you this:
I've been gathering. (and it's fun!)
And there will be a couple of little strings attached.
*There will be the promise that if you win this give-away, you will write a letter to someone.
Not an email, but a letter.
I'll even throw in the postage.
Also, I'd like you to:
*Tell me who you would most like to receive a letter from.
Just leave me a comment.
You know, the good old-fashioned kind of letter that hardly shows up in the mailbox anymore. You can tell me why if you want, but you don't have to.
On Sunday, January 18th at 8:30 p.m. I will randomly pick a name (out of a hat, of course) and then send you along this bundle of fun!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Everyone sits in a seat with one person being 'it' in the middle.' The way it goes is this:
'it' picks a person seated somewhere and asks 'do you love your neighbor?'
if the person says YES, then his two neighbors (the people sitting on either side of him/her) get up and trade places while 'it' tries to take one of those seats, making a new person 'it.'
(are you getting 'it?')
It's a kind of brutal repetitive game, really, that turns us into primitive apes fighting for grunting rights. Oh. And if the chosen one says 'NO' then 'it' asks "then who DO you love?!"
That person then comes up with something clever like
"I love everyone who forgot to brush their teeth this morning" or
"I love everyone who is wearing purple underwear" at which point any person falling into that category then jumps up and scrambles for the available seat. Hopefully you get the idea, because just writing this thing is getting tedious for me.
So we're well into our evening, and some of us are growing tired of lifting our tired behinds out of the seats. Mr. W the adored spouseman is 'it.' He picks the little M--who props his cheek on his hand to think. Mr. W. is trying to quietly prompt him to say something that will force lazy teenage brothers off the couch, but M the morning man is not going for it. He pauses for a painfully longish time, and then says "I love everyone who has NAKED hair!" (and apparently that is M-speak for YOU DAD... that's YOU 'cuz your bald head in my four-year old little mind is NAKED!)
Love the thinks of a 4-year old morning guy.
OH. and lest you think I forgot, I did NOT. At a time to be disclosed later this week, I will be announcing that give-away!
Sunday, January 11, 2009
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees.
It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.
I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat.
Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.
In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'
In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.
Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK.
Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.
Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully, Ben Stein
Friday, January 9, 2009
Because I enjoy standing in freezing temperatures with windchill spraying water on the ice? Not so much. BUT I do enjoy watching my kidlets skate. AND I do enjoy the idea that YOU might come over to skate. Will you do that? For me? So that my human zamboni-ing is not in vain?
Everytime I go to steam some new vegetable, one more piece of vegetable steaming armor is missing. I mean, if I was finding these little guys in the bottom of my dishwasher, I'd understand. The thing is, they just evaporate. I'm feeling like I need to add vegetable steamers to my food storage. I can no longer steam things without having a majority fall into the water. And pardon the wilty spinach leaves caught in the crevices... I clean AFTER I post!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
M(for Mr.M; the mini M): trampoline, she means! (because he likes Lady and the Tramp and I think he was worried about the real meaning of my yelling)
School's been back in session three days, after three weeks off.
Seriously. My life is in need of some organization.
Is there one of you floating around out there looking for a cause to adopt?
Because mine is up for adoption. I need help.
Someone who can tell me where to put my stuff so I don't lose it,
when to go to my appointments so I don't forget them,
and how the heck to put away my holiday cheer in containers for next December.
Organization is a problem.
Oh. and could you be on call to run the forgotten lunches to various schools and also to take children to dentist, doctor, dermatologist and orthodontist appointments? And dance lessons, basketball practice and friends' houses.
Because I'm too busy to allow them to play with their friends.
Then there's the housework.
If you were here, I might be able to make dinner and keep up with the laundry. But I'm not so good at enforcing the 'make your bed' rule. Let's add that to YOUR list, too. And would you be so good as to remind me to drink my water and squeeze in some time to exercise and read?
I'd also like about 30 minutes a day to sit at the computer. Guilt-free.
Oh. And I can't pay you.
When can you start?
P.S. I pre-posted this blurb. And this very morning, I woke up to a SNOW DAY! It was like a vicarious personal assistant being dropped into my lap. No school, no activities, no appointments, no youth activities tonight. I played trains, made pancakes for breakfast and stayed at home ALL day. And I got to read a book AND everyone was told to make their bed. (But if you still want to adopt me, I would willingly submit.)
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Did I tell you the story about the cold, windy day and how I decided to send a team of delivery children to the mailbox with some Christmas cards that are still trickling out of my house, the telephone/internet/cable bill and the mortgage payment? Let me emphasize for you that the wind was WHIPPING! And then let me add the detail that our mailman had delivered the day's mail before the little do-gooders got to the box. They followed instructions: the mail came out, the delivery went in, the flag went up. They made the wintery journey home. Two hours later I retrieved the small stack from the mailbox on my way out to run some errands. I figured I might as well stop along the way and drop the envelopes off at the Post Office. At this point, I look at the stack and it feels smaller. Something doesn't feel quite right. But I go, and deliver, and there is a nagging thought in my head that I ought to look at the checkbook when I get home, and recall which bills I was sending out that day. And. Well, after determining the MIA status of the envelope containing payment; the sinking realization that the mortgage payment flew from its assigned route to a wintery fate... I gathered my children (and the friends they had over that day) and we made a lengthy trip to forage for the stray mail. Under every bush and around every corner. In every adjoining neighbors' yard. To no avail. Then it snowed. A lot. I have made a staunch resolution for the new year: never EVER put your mortgage payment into the hands of anyone who has never made a mortgage payment before. Especially on a blustery day when the walk to the mailbox feels extra long, and something like you're forging through a northerly blizzard.
When Spring rolls around, I'll be keeping my eye out for something other than daffodils and crocuses. And maybe one or two of those late Christmas cards.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
and her little brother, who uncharacteristically spent the evening on the floor, with his pillow and blanket. You see, he got 'the bug' that morning, a quite nasty and unpleasant bug, I might add, and secretly, we were all hoping it wasn't catchy.It's the quietest he's EVER been at church.
and the mask worn for present-opening...
if there were enough to go around, I suspect there may have been more takers. I love the blessing of looking at and pondering life in retrospect...
and to be able to see that glass "half full!"
Friday, January 2, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
It was a fun new year's eve, complete with food, friends, family, and fun. We made foil boats, paper planes, blew bubbles, played pool, foos ball, darts and Snorta. We ran our naked feet into the snowy dark night, carrying tokens to represent resolutions, and then ran back in with the New Year--full of hope and ready to start clean. I'm good for another year. Happy 2009!