Debian Administration :: Creating and Using a self signed SSL Certificates in debian

January 31st, 2006

Debian Administration :: Creating and Using a self signed SSL Certificates in debian
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Creating and Using a self signed SSL Certificates in debian

Posted by Marcus_Redivo in the Security section on Thu 3 Nov 2005 at 12:30
Tags: imap, ssl, apache

This document covers a very specific, limited purpose, but one that meets a common need: preventing browser, mail, and other clients from complaining about the certificates installed on your server. Not covered is dealing with a commercial root certificate authority (CA). Instead, we will become our own root CA, and sign our own certificates.

Play on player

January 30th, 2006

I’m up blogging late for a number of reasons. My legs are aching sore. Not real bad, but like a soreness that begs you to either enter a state of atrophe or get up and go for a jog to get the endorphines back. The legs are one reason I’m up, the other reason is that I needed some coffee back at like 5:40 in order to not pass out and I guess I over did it because I’m still pretty awake.

The legs (and back and neck and feet) are sore because I played in my college alumni game this past saturday. It was so much fun. The simple pleasures rock. There is no doubt I am a descendent of monkies because when I play (or poop, eat, procreate, or eat banannas) I’m as chuffed as a monkey ( <- that would have been linked but didn’t turn up a good link on googs).

I decided to go last thursday and rsvp’d. Saturday I made sure to get out to Stow to play in my familiar old basketball place. It’s comfortable because I know people there and because I know even though I’m horribly out of shape there will be someone in worse shape on the court. It had almost been a full year since I touched the ball last (least as far as I can recall).

I was really pretty bad, I had no touch on the ball. My shots were almost completely disconnected from my mind – even if they went in I had no feel. And I was tired. And because I had to dig up a really old (1994) pumas I got a really nice blister.

I left feeling tired and great… really good. So much more air in my lungs then usual. A small twinge of ache. I followed it up with a Tuesday session with the same crowd and I was horrible there. Air balls, turn overs, lax defense. I was rusty and still tired from Saturday. It was all numb – no feeling, no range, no layups. So the night wasn’t a total loss I went to the parent’s house and rotated my tires with some help from my old man.

Fast forward to Saturday. Mariel, Dexter, and Alisa all came up. I was a little worried about my touch… I still felt numb, probably the remnance of a cold I successfully ignored. We head up and stop for some food for Dex and I get to the gym at 5:20 for a 6pm game… and everyone is warming up!! Doht!

So I went to change, saw some people I knew from a previous life. I had a blast changing in the same old locker room. That whole nostalgia thing is real and I’m not above it like I would like to think I am. I got like 4 shots in while talking to friends before the tip off. They alternated the periods between men and women alumni and the women went first. Me and Jeff Hill caught up because luckily we were on the same team. We were fairly tight back in froshman year and it was good to see one of my original crew.

Then we started and I was just giddy. I was on a nice court with 9 other guys and my wife was in the stands and had nothing to do in Nashua but to watch me play basketball. My kid was there too, but I wasn’t really worried about impressing him because I don’t think I’ll ever have a chance to do that. The game started and for the first 5 minutes I just played defense and watched our guard dribble and shoot. He was doing an ass job of an alumni game participation. He was playing playground ball where you try and maximize the minutes you touch the ball because you waited all day to get on the court… Instead of making sure everyone touches it every time down the court. He could play for the celtics practice team with his skills.

The other team shot the lights out and it was a quick blowout. I was huffing so hard… man I am out of shape and older then I was before. Back in the day when I felt that way I would just make note of it and control my breathing and boom I would be back in it – but not this time. I was getting a little worried as the clock was winding down that I hadn’t done anything. Mariel had seen me play for only a couple minute two years ago at the last one – and Alisa had never seen me play, so the narator was panicked on the court.

So I decided to stop the “drive dish” plan and shot from a couple steps beyond the line… there was a little bit of touch on it and I thought that it had a good chance. Sploosh. “Shhh, you meant to do it, don’t look excited”. Then on the outlet I had a chance to pick a tall kid’s handle at half court, I gave it up to Jeff who took it to the foul line and threw it behind back to me… I lined it up. Lots of touch. I felt like a shooter, and ‘phwap’ it snapped the net up on the way through. Alright. Now I felt real good… no matter how bad I screwed up from now on, I’ve hit two shots in a row and it didn’t look lucky.

The rest was tunnel vision. The aforementioned point guard loosened up the chains and moved the ball a little. It felt like it had something to do with me producing, but honestly he probably got sick of the missing and throwing the ball away. There was a block or two… and a cool steal on defense that required a dive and then throw backwards over my head while I was sitting on the ground that made it the full length of the court to a teammate. And one full court handle that ended in a behind the legs bounce pass.

I missed some layups – some 5 foot shots – missed a dunk… uhg. But I didn’t care – I was so happy to play and scheme and move and know that some of my family was there to watch like the old days. I had no idea how much wasted enjoyment there was when I was a kid. But you probably can’t appreciate that crap unless you’re old and tired.

I got to see sleep gregg floyd again and that was a trip. Can’t remember the last time I saw him. And the various coaches… and professor Fagan, who didnt’ remember me, but he was a cool enough guy that I shook his hand and thanked him for not joining the rest of the sucky memories of lectures.

I love basketball, and family… but when I get to mix them both.. phew that is as good as it gets for me.

Dexter says

January 30th, 2006

This is unprovoked and that makes it seem so much more amuzing to me.

Dex:

“Mom, me and 20 of my friends are going to take my rockets to Jupiter. I have 20 rockets and we are going on a really really really long trip. And then I going to park at my rocket garage on Saturn.”

My mail apendage is much smaller then your mail appendage

January 29th, 2006

My mail apendage is much smaller then your mail appendage

Ph34r my o5o l33t mail queue skwillz. I’ve install simscan which denies spam and or viruses at smtp ack time. That way we can bounce emails with good conscience back to the last hop before us. What this usually means is that which ever open relay the spammer is using usually has to deal with the crappy queue instead of us.

Weekly’ Graph (30 Minute Average)
mail queue

Max msg 39.0 Msg (0.4%) Average msg 22.0 Msg (0.2%) Current msg 3.0 Msg (0.0%)
Max unprocessed msg: 0.0 Msg (0.0%) Average unprocessed msg: 0.0 Msg (0.0%) Current unprocessed msg: 0.0 Msg (0.0%)

Description of Dexter’s day

January 26th, 2006

Here’s a quick but hopefully informational sketch of what Dexter’s day is like.

7:55am – He walks into my bedroom and lets me know that he’s a big kid because he woke up all by himself. Then he asks me where mom is. I ask him to guess and he says “It’s a mommy no work day so maybe she’s in the bathroom”. I let him know that she’s at work and he tells me “I have a secret. I’m going to tell you my very special idea – I gonna play a computer game”

I say “first things first… bathroom… pick out clothes… breakfast… change… play… then Laurie’s”.

things sometimes happen in that order…

8:15am ish – We sit down at the kitchen table and he puts in his breakfast order. Almost always he asks for waffles. He would eat two waffles for breakfast every day if I kept a better stock. Sometimes I can sell him some Cinnamon Toast Crunch or Luck Charms (I have to pick out half the marshmellows though). He tries to share with me while I have a glass of water, or on a lucky day I have coffee. If I have a pop tart he invariably wants one of his own – but he almost never chooses to have one if I don’t have one first. If they are any in stock I’ll sneak in half a bananna or apple slices. We talk at the table about numbers or colors or movies until he’s done.

8:30am ish – He’s all done breakfast and if he got up before 7:50 then he usually wants to lay down for 10 minutes. If his first appearance is after 8 then he takes the clothes that he picked out before breakfast and puts them back and picks out a new outfit. After changing we either play ‘guys’, read a book, or seldomly if I am in dire need of a shower he’ll watch some ‘dragon tales’ or ’sesame street (elmo’s world segment)’ .

8:50am – we pack his bag with a toy or two, brush teeth, and head over to Laurie’s. On the walk over we don’t hold hands unless we’re crossing the street. We usually have to hop over each crack in the sidewalk. Some times we walk backwards and sometimes we do wiggle walking. If he refused to put on his hat and gloves then by the time we get to the other side of sycamore he is asking to put them on.

9:05am – we make it the 100 feet from our door to daycare’s door – note the time. We sit on the steps and switch from spiderman boots to buzz light year slippers. He then either runs and sticks his face on the tv, runs circles around the toy kitchen island, or asks Laurie for some juice while sitting in his favorite little chair in the kitchen. She asks what he had for breakfast, but usually can guess from the smell of his hands that it was waffles again. About half the time when I go to leave he runs and says that I forgot to give him a hug and kiss – the other half I have to get his attention to wave goodbye and remind him to maintain the glory of the species.

9am-1pm – he watches Go Diego Go, or Dora and plays indoors (during these cold months). If it’s warmer then 40 or so then he plays outside and goes for a walk around the block, usually to a Dunkin Dounuts and gets munchins. There’s usually one snack around 10:30 and lunch around 12:30ish.

12:50pm – I show up and Dexter screams, runs and hides. Then he yells that he’s hiding. If there’s more then one preschool aged kid there then there’s a 30% chance he’ll send me away saying that he wants to watch a movie. Usually I wrestle his jacket on while he insists that he’s not taking a rest when we get home.

1:10pm – We leave Laurie’s and walk home, either hopping or running. By the time he gets to her driveway he usually asks to get picked up. I offer to carry only if he takes a nap, some times he thinks this is a fair deal. On the way home I ask how his day was and what he had for lunch. Then I ask what shows he watched and what they were about.

1:20pm – we are back home and I offer up a snack like jello or crackers. He usually doesn’t eat much before going to take a rest.

2:20pm – Half the time he wakes up about now and lets me know that he took a “weally great rest”. If he gets up then he plays a computer game or trains… or sometimes plays with the doll house. If I have tons of work then I’ll ignore him and let him play for 30 minutes and then put on a short movie until 4ish

4:10pm – If he naps he usually sleeps until about now. Wakes up and has a snack of chips and dip, crackers and cheese, or fruit cups/apple sauce/jello and juice. Then we play in his room with blocks or flash cards or ‘guys’ – or we go to the library to exchange movies and a music cd.

5:30pm – I take orders for dinner and we try and pass the time left until mom gets home with ‘chores’ – like putting dishes in the sink or straightening up the toys. (This quickly breaks down into just play time. Giving him a task like finding shoes is sometimes the only way to get him to play without help).

6:00pm – Mariel gets home and Dex says hi and starts the “Big Movie” badgering because “The sun is go night-night and we gotta watch a big movie”. We try and convince him that he needs to eat first. I try to get him to eat 3 “Poop Candies” (prunes) and he usually does so.

8:00pm – Here’s when we get him to sit on the toilet and play game boy so he can make ‘big poop’. If we forget he gets bound up and reverts to the ’scared of poop’ thing because quite frankly his poops are scary. Poop or not we usually start the bath around 8-8:20pm

8:50pm – Bath time is over and he gets an ear cleaning, new pull up (even though he didn’t wet the old one), and it’s time for bedtime snack. It’s usually of the fruit cup/jello/apple sauce variety and some milk. He’s a big fan of another breakfast before bedtime so sometimes he has another waffle or (we should get more of these because he loves them but its been a while) french toast sticks.

9:10pm – It’s bedtime story book time. We lately read a Zoo book from the curious george author. Or “The Very Hungry Catepillar” or a story from the Dora Explorer collection. If we’re lucky we get to read “Henry builds a Cabin” or one of the Madeline books.

9:30pm – lights out with a binky and warm blanky (which originally was cold blanky) and the door left open a ‘widdle bit’. We’re down to like 40% of the time he listens to music on his boombox. Some times a baby einstien album and sometimes the Disney collection discs 1-3 for about 30 minutes.

10:30,1,3,4 – About 30% of the time, he’ll either scream about a bad dream or he’ll come and freak us out by appearing out of no where next to our bed. The only thing that helps is get him to sing a song and then to instruct “Nemo” the teddy bear, Gromit the dog, or Woody the doll to help Dexter sleep without dreams. He sings ‘twinkle twinkle little star’ or ‘my my my what a beautiful world, I like swimming with Nemo’. The closer to morning the better the chance that he says he’s hungry. Two sips of milk and what looks like a half a spoonful of anything will easily help him sleep till morning.

Funny stuff

January 26th, 2006

Business 2.0: 2005’s 101 Dumbest Moments in Business – February 1, 2006

16. It descends from the military-industrial complex. Not so ironically it unleashes grave embarrassment.
“We consider the ad offensive, regret its publication, and apologize to those who, like us, are dismayed with its contents.”

– Mary Foerster, spokeswoman for Boeing Integrated Defense Systems, about an ad in the Sept. 24 issue of National Journal that depicts the CV-22 Osprey in an assault on a mosque accompanied by copy that reads, “It descends from the heavens. Ironically it unleashes hell.”

Rawhide!

January 26th, 2006

We got the new apartment… at least, we’re supposed to. We still have to sign the lease. Mariel started looking at movers because we swore we wouldn’t move from 87 white until we had enough money to pay movers to do the work for us. She heard from ’some moving company’ that it would cost ~$95 an hour for 2 works and a truck to help with our tiny little move. And ~$150 for 3 movers and transportation.

So we’re not really rolling in money (especially after the first, last, security) but that sounds really cheap compared to a UHUAL truck and the cost of stress… so I am on the line – I could go either way.

Then I thought to myself – wouldn’t it be a great idea to solicit help from everyone you know to come and help move. Then when they get here, you give them a beer and a slice of pizza and ask them to make a donation for the amount of pain they won’t have to endure and they help pay for the movers. Then it’s more like a moving party, and I know I would throw $20 to someone who asked for my help moving.

Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’

Keep movin’, movin’, movin’,
Though they’re disapprovin’,
Keep them doggies movin’ Rawhide!
Don’t try to understand ‘em,
Just rope and throw and grab ‘em,
Soon we’ll be living high and wide.
Boy my heart’s calculatin’
My true love will be waitin’, be waiting at the end of my ride.

Move ‘em on, head ‘em up,
Head ‘em up, move ‘em out,
Move ‘em on, head ‘em out Rawhide!
Set ‘em out, ride ‘em in
Ride ‘em in, let ‘em out,
Cut ‘em out, ride ‘em in Rawhide.

Full Lyrics

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rawhide!

Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Though the streams are swollen
Keep them dogies rollin’
Rawhide!
Rain and wind and weather
Hell-bent for leather
Wishin’ my gal was by my side.
All the things I’m missin’,
Good vittles, love, and kissin’,
Are waiting at the end of my ride

CHORUS
Move ‘em on, head ‘em up
Head ‘em up, move ‘em on
Move ‘em on, head ‘em up
Rawhide
Count ‘em out, ride ‘em in,
Ride ‘em in, count ‘em out,
Count ‘em out, ride ‘em in
Rawhide!

Keep movin’, movin’, movin’
Though they’re disapprovin’
Keep them dogies movin’
Rawhide!
Don’t try to understand ‘em
Just rope, throw, and brand ‘em
Soon we’ll be living high and wide.
My hearts calculatin’
My true love will be waitin’,
Be waitin’ at the end of my ride.

Rawhide!
Rawhide!

For the children under the stairs

January 25th, 2006

Are you into eavesdropping, wiretapping, codebreaking?

crypto kids

Cyptokids – the NSA site for kids.

Frigging renting

January 25th, 2006

So the guy I rent from has this funny joke that he likes to talk about very frequently…

If he’s doing yard work he says “Why don’t you come out and help”. Or “why dont’ you get a shovel out next time there’s a storm” or “these leaves dont’ rake themselves” in the fall.

To which I usually reply “What’s it worth to you?”

And then he usually says something like “Oh – I didn’t realize it was all about money…” and then the next time I call him to let him know the front door is stuck and we can’t get into our house, he would say “what’s it worth to you”.

So on this latest occassion, my reply was a little more in-depth:

I think the problem is that you don’t realize that this is part of your job which we are paying for. I would much rather have a house, and mow and shovel and rake my own stuf, but I can’t afford that. So I have to rent and pay the going rate. I could very well go to a car wash, and pay, and then get out and help wash the car – but that would be waste of both my time and my money. I’d love to help, but I’d have to skip out on work, which does not go away and I will have to make up later, to help you do a job that I’m already paying you to do. With each shovel of snow I’d be losing out at a geometric rate.

But it was met with a blank look..
I’m pretty sure he still thinks I’m a lazy/greedy bastard.

Using people you know

January 25th, 2006

So the prospective new residence seems to have less of a chance of working out with every day that passes. We have to take a look at other options and continue the real estate search.

Now, I love craigslist.com but searching there can be intensive. Now a thought struck me of a way to devide the labor… use your friends and relatives.

Send out a blanket email to everyone you know saying “Here’s our rough search parameters” and then if any of them finds anything to email a link to you.

Now there would have to be some definite rules like:

“We will not respond to any of your emails you send” (because then it would take more time then doing it ourselves).

“Subjects must start with ‘Apartment search’ ”

“The search ends in 2 weeks”

Then some of these people who probably like the sluethiness of hunting for choice information on the web will have something to focus their attention on while they should be working. That would be neat if you used the power of human brains to sift through information for you.