I bought a video camera with the express purpose of filming something I would be proud to submit to Life in a Day... as usual, I waited until today (deadline!) to review the footage. Oops! Bad, bad video. Mostly due to wind noise. You know... that sound your built-in mic picks up from the slightest breeze. So... I have to, somehow, justify the purchase of the camera. Which means, I am for hire. What's your pleasure?
In the wake of strong U.S. government statements condemning WikiLeaks’ recent publishing of 77,000 Afghan War documents, the secret-spilling site has posted a mysterious encrypted file labeled “insurance.”
The huge file, posted on the Afghan War page at the WikiLeaks site, is 1.4 GB and is encrypted with AES256. The file’s size dwarfs the size of all the other files on the page combined. The file has also been posted on a torrent download site.
WikiLeaks, on Sunday, posted several files containing the 77,000 Afghan war documents in a single “dump” file and in several other files containing versions of the documents in various searchable formats.
Cryptome, a separate secret-spilling site, has speculated that the new file added days later may have been posted as insurance in case something happens to the WikiLeaks website or to the organization’s founder, Julian Assange. In either scenario, WikiLeaks volunteers, under a prearranged agreement with Assange, could send out a password or passphrase to allow anyone who has downloaded the file to open it.
It’s not known what the file contains but it could include the balance of data that U.S. Army intelligence analyst Bradley Manning claimed to have leaked to Assange before he was arrested in May.
The first two Brothers in Arms games were great fun. I started Hell's Highway yesterday. Couple new perks in the game, including some nice ragdoll physics and some slo-mo up-close-and-personal kills. I am happy.
Architects & Engineers for 9/11 Truth - I just signed the petition. These folks are serious professionals. And if they're right, we're a whole lot worse off than anyone thought. Next thing you know, I'll be lookin' for reptilians in Congress and the White House hahahaha! Well, like I've always said, Strange is no stranger to me, so bring it on. I got my special glasses ready.
And... I got this...
Caught the critter while he was trying to plant this bug...
I'm a veteran who worked in radio intelligence in Vietnam. I was a radio direction finder in the Army Security Agency, the service wing of the National Security Agency. The ASA was disbanded in 1973, and its activities were assumed by various intelligence commands.
Like you, I volunteered to join the military, in my case, at age eighteen, seven days after my high school graduation. My job in the ASA was to locate enemy radio operators with a WWII era box & antenna called a PRD-1. We mounted it on a jeep and set up next to villages or off the road; sometimes, we put the PRD-1 on top of an armored personnel carrier and crashed through the woods finding high ground, and a few times we were dropped on mountaintops with a squad of grunts to protect our rear-echelon butts. We had three such teams and triangulated our bearings on a map.
Sometimes we located a unit by tracking its roving radio operator over time. A lot of times, of course, our intelligence was faulty. One, the large mountains played hell with radio signals, and, two, there was always operator error. The fact is, we were kids and we really didn't know what the f*ck we were doing. We did the best we could. But, as you know, that's how war works.
All the screw-ups tend to be forgotten, or, if they're really serious and involve lives, classified.
There I was, a kid just out of high school, being flown around on choppers with no doors over amazing expanses of jungle. I'll never forget the sensually winding Se San River that looked in the dawn sunlight magically like a shimmering golden snake. I was in awe. But, the truth be known, I didn't have a clue what I was doing there or why Vietnamese kids just like me were trying to kill me, and me them.
The technology has changed, but we're still fed so much bullshit as we grow up. We each so want to fit in and to be a man, and all that crap. But for some of us, after following all the rules and staying within the lines, one day it dawns on us: what we're involved in doesn't make any sense. We're smack in the middle of it, we're smart and we realize we're part of something based on lies told to cover up other lies and screw-ups and embarrassments all to keep the war going.The entire letter...