September 2009
7 posts
To Be Lifted
Many of you have written to tell me or to tell Soren Ulfert that Naaczaal is a Mayan word meaning “to be lifted.” What is being lifted and to where are left in question. I have my theories, but I prefer to keep my hypotheses private until I have accumulated more data.
And on the topic of more data, that brings me to today’s urgent communiqué. Thanks to a continuing slackard security ...
Project Naaczaal
One of my readers emailed me saying that one Soren Ulfert has a connection to Project Naaczaal at the Institute for Human Continuity. Thanks for that, it looks like an intriguing lead.
I’d never heard of this Institute before, and I have no idea what it has to do with my own employer, but Naaczaal isn’t exactly a common word, is it? I’ve reached out to Dr. Ulfert to see if he has any more...
What’s past is prologue
I was concerned that my hunt would be effectively ended when I was reassigned. I have no question that was the intent. But I’ve found that this new group has lax security standards. Think along the lines of passwords left on stick-it notes on monitors, or secure terminals left logged in and unattended.
It’s shameful. If I weren’t taking advantage of it, I’d be reporting it.
I won’t go into...
Reassigned
Apparently I am not enough of a team player, as they say in manager-land. All of my meticulous work has had a definite, immediate result.
I’ve been reassigned to another group. It’s not precisely a demotion, but it’s not far from it. I don’t know if I’ll be in a position to continue searching from my new role, but I certainly won’t give up. I have learned one important lesson, though: Management...
The Extent of the Problem
Knowledge is power, so I’ve spent the last few days making myself as powerful as possible. I stayed long after hours through the holiday weekend to take a complete inventory and see if I could thoroughly identify all of the resources that we should have… but don’t.
There should have been some hint of a pattern; high-value shipments, low-security equipment. Or perhaps a pattern of escalation...
The Final Straw
Where to begin…have you ever found yourself sailing along, minding your own business - nose to the grindstone - and then out of nowhere, you hit a rock and you look up and suddenly realize you don’t know where you are or how you got so far? After that moment, you can’t look at anything the same way again.
That’s me. I was focused on my job, meeting my deadlines, and then last week I hit a rock. ...