I would like to purchase Fox News. How much will you sell it to me for?
You see, I understand that you’re in a precarious position right now. After Trump lost the US election, his political allies are all pivoting in order to save their careers. Your viewership is about to drop precipitously. Companies that used to advertise on Fox News will reduce their advertising, or stop advertising entirely, on your collapsing station.
You have two obvious options.
One option is to completely re-brand Fox News. You could switch to a more centrist editorial policy in the hopes…
“Have any advice for getting a gal’s foot in the door who just graduated from a college’s Cyber Security Program — from a CISO’s POV?” A new connection asked me this question through LinkedIn’s private messaging feature.
My reply is below. I’ve changed her name in this article.
I wish that it wasn’t like this, but the reality is that most companies promote from within for lower-level security positions. Even entry-level security positions are often internal transfers from, for example, the Help Desk.
Now, having said that… let’s back up for a minute and look at things that work…
“You been robbed!”
For Black History Month this year, I’m going to tell some little-known stories of prejudice in America. They are little known, because they’re stories from my life. These are my racist sins. The story I’m going to tell you now happened in about 1966.
All five of us were in the car. Dad was just about to turn into the driveway upon our return from a cross-country vacation trip to see Grandpa and Grandma. Jeff was playing with his two brothers and his little sister in front of their house, across the street from ours. …
The block of marble was so frightened.
It all started with the sound of shovels. Then, it was exposed to — sunlight! So bright! Next came the saws, and hammers and chisels.
No! The pain! The marble was fractured and cut and splintered. The block was separated from itself — lifted out with ropes — taken from the heart of the earth.
A wagon ride. A city. A building. A large room.
This man was in charge. They called him Master, and a Sculptor, and an Artist.
He set up mirrors all around the block of marble. The marble could…
Your job description says a lot about your company — and warns me not to apply. In this article, I’ll explain the problem, and teach you how to write compelling job descriptions.
I’m looking at job postings for management positions in Information Security/Technology/ Services. Several of them are sending me a hidden message: “Bob, you wouldn’t like working here.” You see, some of the descriptions are filled with jargon that some HR person copied and pasted from a thousand other posted positions. Do they sound like a fun place to work? No. …
For Black History Month this year, I’m going to tell some little-known stories of prejudice in America. They are little known, because they’re stories from my life. In some cases, there are only two people on the planet who know these stories — me, and the black person who experienced my racism.
To begin, I’ll tell this story from the fourth grade. There are at least three people who know this story, as you’ll see in a moment.
When I was in the fourth grade, I committed a horrible act of racial prejudice.
A girl in my class secretly slipped…
On Facebook today, someone I know wrote that ordering Americans to wear masks and limit non-essential public gatherings is an attempt to make us a socialist nation. There are so many problems with the craziness of this claim that it’s hard to know where to start, but this is important, so I’ll try.
Here are today’s statistics from worldometer (see link at the end of the article).
Several years ago, I would routinely describe myself as an Evangelical Christian. Evangelical Christians thought I was one of them, so we lived together in harmonious ignorance. But there was a problem.
The problem was that I was reading the Bible from cover to cover every year. I lost count, but I estimate that I’ve read the Bible somewhere around 35–40 times now. Over the course of time, the differences between what I understood from the Bible, and what Evangelical Christians were understanding from their preachers, became glaringly contradictory. …
Today I had a thought about how “we don’t need computers.” It sounds absurd, but bear with me; I’m trying to introduce you to a new way of looking at computers and the information they process.
When I was a boy and had a bike, I had to “maintain” it. The idea was to keep it working as long as possible, with tip-top performance.
When I was a young man and had a car, I had to “maintain” it. The idea was to keep it working as long as possible, with tip-top performance.
In my adult career, I worked on…
“Kneel down and beg me not to beat you up!”
I was in the sixth grade when a classmate named Larry said that to me. We had just gotten out of school, and several of us were walking to the bus stop. If you’ve ever been the victim of a bully’s daily antagonism, you know what I mean when I say, “It’s a long way to the bus stop.” In that school district, we were given student passes for the city bus, and it was only a couple of blocks away. …