Down the Security Rabbit Hole

In the last month I’ve developed a real problem: All I want to do is work on security related topics. 

The day after I wrote my last post I managed to gain root access to my first virtual box on hackthebox.eu. Since then I’ve rooted about a dozen others, listened to half of the Darknet Diaries podcast archive, watched hour after hour of DEFCON and Black Hat talks, and read more about both offensive and defensive security than is even remotely reasonable. Drinking from a firehose, as it were.

As is my Kali VM

I’m hooked, and therein lies the problem: I’m back to not knowing what I don’t know.

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New Grad Job Hunt 2020

When I got my acceptance letter to the University of Washington I thought my days of financial stress would end upon graduation. There would be a Saturday where I would sit in a field, listen to speeches, walk across the podium to collect my diploma, and two days later I’d wake up early for my first day of work in a new industry. 

Like everyone else, the current job market and world economic conditions were beyond any reasonably conceivable reality I could conjure up. I didn’t even get to sit in the field.

Not exactly what I had envisioned, but the best they could do with all things considered.
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Raspberry Pi Project: Update 2

It’s been a busy year. I finished up at Seattle Central College, applied to, and got accepted to the University of Washington’s Bothell campus. I got into their Computer Science and Software Engineering program and have had my nose to the grindstone for the past 7 months. I was elected President of my HOA (long story, still haven’t had to fine anyone), got Audrea into backpacking, went on our honeymoon to New Zealand, and started a company. Busy.

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I’ve said Washington was the prettiest place on earth for my whole life. I’ve been wrong.

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Repaying Chelan County’s SAR Deputy

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything here, but I thought it was important to show the postscript to my WA BDR shenanigans. I wound up raising enough money to repay the Chelan County Sheriff’s Deputy who pulled my bike back up to the road in September of ’17. He pulled my bike out using a come-along strap and his truck, which seemed like way too much work for someone in his position to have to do, so I and a few other contributors (Thank you all!) bought him a winch for his patrol truck. WinchThis photo was taken in November of 2017, so I’d like to think it has saved him some effort along the way.

Thanks again, Deputy McLeod. Hopefully we’re close to even, now.

Summer Wishlist

We’ve all been told that if you write down your goals you will be more likely to complete them. In that spirit I’m going to write down my goals for 2016 (some already completed). This will be a wish list. Not all of these things will happen, but I intend to work toward these goals.20160506_120032 Read More

Part of why I love my riding club so much is their eagerness to give back to the community. Between donating to charity as a group, organizing charity events, and escorting charity rides, I’d like to think we do a good job. There is one venue, however, that I think is more impactful than all of the others. It’s also the hardest to orchestrate: Skills days. Read More

On Consequence

I was 23 years old when I first saw someone die. He had been riding a motorcycle in the opposite direction I had been riding on Highway 522 in Woodinville, behaving much the same as I had. Riding fast, doing the occasional wheelie, etc. The difference was that he lost control, hit a guardrail and fell 20 feet onto a rocky median. The force of the accident had torn his shoes from his feet. His red CBR finally came to rest almost a quarter mile down the highway. I saw people surrounding someone on the side of the road and, being trained by Boy Scouts to help any time I could, I stopped. I remember standing 20 feet from this person so remarkably similar to myself, unable to bring myself to face the reality that he was dying until another Good Samaritan told me he didn’t think the guy was going to live long enough for the paramedics to show up. Read More