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On “The Conscience of a Hacker”

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The Conscience of a Hacker

Another one got caught today, it’s all over the papers. “Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal”, “Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering”… Damn kids. They’re all alike. But did you, in your three- piece psychology and 1950’s technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my world… Mine is a world that begins with school… I’m smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me… Damn underachiever. They’re all alike. I’m in junior high or high school. I’ve listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. “No, Ms. Smith, I didn’t show my work. I did it in my head…” Damn kid. Probably copied it. They’re all alike. I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it’s because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn’t like me… Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I’m a smart ass.. Or doesn’t like teaching and shouldn’t be here… Damn kid. All he does is play games. They’re all alike. And then it happened… a door opened to a world… rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict’s veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought… a board is found. “This is it… this is where I belong…” I know everyone here… even if I’ve never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again… I know you all… Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They’re all alike… You bet your ass we’re all alike… we’ve been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak… the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We’ve been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now… the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn’t run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore… and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge… and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias… and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it’s for our own good, yet we’re the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can’t stop us all… after all, we’re all alike.

Mentor and Niece

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The “Hacker Manifesto”.

If the #Cadavatar is the hardware, and the soul is the user, then the question “why?” is the machine language and the Hacker Manifesto was Mentor translating it to an assembly or higher level language for those of us that don’t fit the mold. 

I think I first ran into this piece while learning about hackers on my dad’s 56K Modem.

I may not remember the exact details, but I’m almost certain the rabbit hole was catalized by having seen “Hackers” on TV, which led to learning how real “hackers” had hacked the “Hackers” website lol. That story made me reallize the difference and I learne both fear and respect for the wizards on the phone lines. Either way, I rain into this  version on Phrack Magazine , and I thought I would share a version of it here.

I wanted to post it here as an homage to Mentor and the countless people he has inspired with his words.

I wanted  to post it here as an exhibit of the power we have to change reality with our thoughts and ideas.

I wanted to post it here in the hope my soulFriends, or any stranger that happens to find this page, find in it the same message and inspiration I found. Embrace curiosity and question everything.

I wanted to post it here as a beacon, to let others know that although I may not have all (or any really) of the answers, you are not alone.

[gT_I]

 

 

En honor a mi padre.

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Mi viejo

Es un buén tipo, mi viejo
Que anda solo y esperando
Tiene la tristeza larga
De tanto venir andando

Yo lo miro desde lejos
Pero somos tan distintos
Es que creció con el siglo
Con tranvía y vino tinto…

Viejo, mi querido viejo

Ahora ya camina lerdo
Como perdonando el viento
Yo soy tu sangre, mi viejo
Soy tu silencio y tu tiempo

El tiene los ojos buenos
Y una figura pesada
La edad se le vino encima
Sin carnaval ni comparsa

Yo tengo los años nuevos
Y el hombre los años viejos
El dolor lo lleva adentro
Y tiene historias sin tiempo

Viejo, mi querido viejo

Ahora ya camina lerdo
Como perdonando el viento
Yo soy tu sangre, mi viejo
Soy tu silencio y tu tiempo
Yo soy tu sangre, mi viejo
Yo soy tu silencio y tu tiempo
Yo soy tu sangre, mi viejo…

 

El valor de un hombre se mide por la forma en que él cría a sus hijos. Lo que les da, lo que les quita, las lecciones que enseña, y las lecciones que les permite aprender por su cuenta”.

-Lisa Rogers

 

my old man

He’s a good guy, my old man
That walks alone and waiting
He has a long sadness
From all the walking he has done

I look at him from a distance
But we are so different
It is because he grew with the century
With trolleys and red wine

Old man my dear old man

Now he walks slowly
Like he’s forgiving the wind
I am your blood old man
I’m your silence and your time

He has kind eyes
And a heavy figure
Age spilled all over him
Without pomp or circumstance

My years are still young
And the man has older ones
Pain he carries it within
And has timeless stories

Old man my dear old man

Now he walks slowly

Like he’s forgiving the wind
I am your blood old man
I am your silence and your time
I am your blood old man
I am your silence and your time 
I am your blood old man…

 

 

Disposable everything, right?

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“If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it”
-Vanilla Ice

 

Good article right here

They don’t make them like they used to…

Technically, you ain’t wrong neither.

It’s true, they don’t make things like they used to, and there’s a reason for it too.

It’s technically our fault.

We became children of instant gratification and combined with our lack of “free” time, we allowed the corporations to dictate the terms of engagement.

They don’t have to make anything with quality anymore. We pre-buy games and sign away the rights to the stuff we buy through “agreements”.

What foking incentive are we giving companies to put out a good product when we are literally trampling over the corpses of human beings to upgrade a TV on black Friday?

It is not going to fill in that existential void, Karen.

Imagine what is doing to us at a psychological level? Is there a chance that maybe that disposable culture has bled into our social behaviors and that’s why relationships and connections have also become easier to throw away than to maintain and repair?

I’m just saying.

What can be done?

Embrace what we have always been. Hackers.

Seriously, it isn’t all about code either. Taking stuff apart and tinkering with it so it does something else or works to our liking is fundamental to being alive. Am I over reaching if I say hacking is the result of consciousness adapting to the environment faster than the cadavatar it is trapped in? It’s like, “Hey man, I’ve mastered the use of this meat-bot, now I will begin to dominate my surroundings”… We see an ape creating tools in their environment and we call it a sign of intelligence, but then judge a person for trying to do the same in theirs?

Double foking standard.

#HackNotCrime

I should be able to fix the stuff I own. It’s mine, and I should have all the rights to it.

Why the hell should I be charged for an owners manual? I’m already the foking owner.

Let tinkerers tinker. If the Wright brothers had stuck to bicycles we wouldn’t have Space X right now. Let the environment heal by not creating more waste. Let jobs develop in a fixing economy that can help us save desperately needed resources.

All that by supporting local #RightToRepair groups and letting your state reps know about it. Yes, that’s right, as you sit in the toilet reading this, you can click the links provided and help the cause for #RightToRepair. In the comfort of your throne, you are saving farmers in rural areas from corporations like John Deere that have exclusive rights to repair their equipment and charge as they see fit.

It is that easy.

#LazyRevolution

 

 

#PieceOfCrapDog

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Tribute to unconditional companionship.

(But also evidence…)

In my life, I have had the luck of getting to know 3 Rottweilers.

When it comes to the Rotties one and two, I can sincerely say that to me they where more than just pets. These furballs have been true companions, guardians and healers in the way only a loving animal can be.

Guinness was about a year and a half when I brought him home as a rescue. He was trained to work with kids with special needs and was with me for a decade. When he passed away, I was heartbroken.

Athena was a gift given to me shortly after. She was a couple months old and I quickly discovered she had Canine Parvovirus. Her chances of survival where very low, but after a couple weeks at the vet she finally made it home. Not long after, my Goddaugher came into the world and those two became inseparable. They belong together now.

The third one is Malgus… whom I am starting to theorize may actually be some sort of sleeper cell spy planted in my home to distract me. Malgus is clearly two lizards inside a dog costume, and they do not communicate well with each other. I don’t have proof yet, but I wanted it to go on the record. Just in case.

With that said, I want you to meet the best dogs ever, and yes, that includes the emotional terrorist that just moved into my house.

 

 

What’s the difference between a Rottweiler and a poodle peeing on your leg? You let the Rottweiler finish. -Frank Carson

GUINNESS

(2008 – 2015)

 

  • Best Boy EVER. Go ahead, fight me about it.
  • Gentle giant at 105lbs.
  • Loved his Star Wars toy collection and slept with all of them.
  • Missed dearly. (FOK YOU BENEFUL!)

ATHENA

(2015 – )

  • Best Girl EVER!
  • Guardian to the future President of the United States.
  • Will trick you into feeding her at some point.
  • Seriously, she’s not hungry.

MALGUS

  • Tries really hard to be sort of a Good Boy, usually when convenient.
  • Constantly tests kennel for weaknesses to escape like the raptors in Jurassic Park.
  • Behaves when no one else but me can see him.
  • May actually be two tiny lizard-people inside a dog costume.

 

EXHIBIT A (1-5) :

Photographic evidence this “dog” (or two lizards) is trying to frame me for “pushing” him down the stairs. He is not “resting”, he is plotting… 

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What did 2020 say to the face?

One of my favorite Buddhist teachings uses suffering to get a point across.

In it, a monk, after many years of devotion, walks up to his master and questions why he hadn’t reached enlightenment yet. Following all traditions, studying all the texts had led to no Nirvana; no moment of clarity. The master sat there, listening intently and then without warning or hesitation, slapped the living fok out his student, interrupting the rant.

The student was immediately enlightened.

He finally understood “the now”!

In one way or another, we all experienced negativity last year. Nothing new, except I think  the perfect storm came together so that 2020 would become one big drawn out slap to the face of our collective reality.

So I say, let us not dwell on the misery of what already happened; or become distracted by the uncertainty of what may be coming up next. Let us take the lessons from the year of hell and learn to live in a clearer reality. Let us use the flames from the dumpster fire that was 2020 to light our way in 2021.

Let last year be the slap that catalyzes our growth. Personally. Collectively. Globally.

Good Times.

 

“If you are depressed you are living in the past if you are anxious you are living in the future, if you are at peace, you are living in the present.” —Lao Tzu