This is from the Poynter Institute's site:

Tricksters must have been operating at the New York Post yesterday, new editor in chief Col Allan's advertised first day at the helm. A man identified as a Manhattan real estate agent was quoted in the lead story of the paper's "Pulse" section. When spoken phonetically, the man's name turns out to be a randy invitation. Asked about it, Post publisher Ken Chandler replied: "The Daily News should be ashamed of themselves for having such a prurient mind."

(The fictitious name was Haywood Jablowmee)

1. Should Microsoft's record on security inspire confidence in customers considering entrusting their digital identities to Microsoft's Hailstorm system and their critical business data to .NET?

2. Even the most cursory inspection of sites that specialize in tracking security bugs (such as ERT and BugTraq) suggests that open-source operating systems such as Linux and the BSDs have a far better security record than Microsoft Windows, both in having fewer vulnerabilities and in more rapid deployment of fixes. How does Microsoft propose to close the technology gap and catch up to the quality level of these systems?

3. How can potential operating-system customers with millions (perhaps billions) of dollars riding on the security of their computer systems form a rational estimate of their exposure if they cannot inspect the source code of those systems?

4. If the answer to question 3 is "You can see the source code if you're a big enough company to pay us for the privilege", then why should customers have to pay for the privilege of doing the job Microsoft's own QA teams so frequently bungle?

5. How would you respond to the following statement: "Any engineer or executive who, disregarding best practices, entrusts security-critical functions to closed-source software is committing an actionable breach of their responsibility to their employer?"

CAT ANALYSIS
Cats do what they want.
They rarely listen to you.
They're totally unpredictable.
When you want to play, they want to be alone.
When you want to be alone, they want to play.
They expect you to cater to their every whim.
They're moody.
They leave hair everywhere.

CONCLUSION: Cats are tiny women in little fur coats.

DOG ANALYSIS
Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house.
They can hear a package of food opening half a block away, but don't hear you when you're in the same room.
They can look dumb and lovable all at the same time.
They growl when they are not happy.
When you want to play, they want to play.
When you want to be alone, they want to play.
They leave their toys everywhere.
They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss.
They go right to your crotch as soon as they meet you.

CONCLUSION: Dogs are tiny men in little fur coats.

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What's the most important thing to know? My 10-year-old girl's team tied Wellesley 0-0 last Saturday. I coach, they play. When the soccer girls show their spirit and heart I cry inside, and love them.

We went to visit the 4H camp where Rhyan and then Amanda will each go for a week this summer. Its an hour and a half away on Cape Cod. There were cabins in the woods. I like to think that you would like it. They have an amphitheater carved into the side of the hill, with wooden bench seats and a wooden stage floor. There's an archery range. The girls were excited with the idea of being able to shoot something (someone, I think) with an arrow. They're drawn to power! They so much have the need to equalize the equation with the bigs in the world. There is a rabbit hutch. They got mad when I suggested that they raised the rabbits for targets. There is a place to train dogs, and there is riding, and a pen for miscellaneous animaleous.

Amanda was taciturn (her word -- "Dad, I'm taciturn" until she heard that there was a climbing tower and a zip line. My cure for the taciturns is to turn the tacky-turner upside down, and tickle until done. Afterwards we went to the beach.

The Cape has a lot of beach. It's a beach that I tried to beach a 50-foot sloop on, 30 years ago. I missed, and instead sailed the boat to Washington DC. [Check it out on a chart (map, lubbers)] Beach is a noun and a verb.

We interviewed a lot of people last week for a job we're trying to fill. It's like a lot of really difficult blind dates with a group. Occasionally you get lucky, but no one gets naked.

I proof read and read and read a friend's first draft of a book she's publishing about her only child and his learning disabilities. Proofing a friend's first draft is an act of tough love. Proof is a noun and a verb, so is love. When you write you expose yourself, naked to the world, on a beach where you can't see either end. I'm looking forward to next Saturday, because the girls will play again. They'll stand on their field and it will be their day and we'll all share it, and the love won't be tough.