So sitting here at my desk having drunk my third coffee of the morning, I feel like I’m stringing together decades of stories — some gritty, some just downright annoying — to a tale of cybersecurity that (if I’m lucky) helps you steer around some of the potholes I encountered while typing this. I began
A little jittery — OK, I’m on my third cup of coffee — I’m sitting here at my desk waxing nostalgic, and looking back at how far we have come in the world of cybersecurity since I began my career as a network admin in 1993. That year, I was hip-deep wiring multiplexers for voice
It’s a little past the middle of the morning here, and I’m sitting in my chair at my desk, out back, my third cup of coffee resting on my deskstand (which I’m using now), strong enough to keep me buzzing but not strong enough to shake the caffeine, as I sort through the morning writing
OK people – third coffee in and I’m so ready to start talking about some of the real-deal experiences I’ve had after decades in the cybersecurity business. I began in 1993 working as a network admin when venicles/vatacom still mostly ran over PSTN lines using multiplexers – those clunky boxes you’ve probably forgotten existed unless
