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COMPUTER TRESPASS---RCW 9A.52.110---Computer trespass in the first degree.

(1) A person is guilty of computer trespass in the first degree if the person, without authorization, intentionally gains access to a computer system or electronic database of another; and (a) The access is made with the intent to commit another crime; or (b) The violation involves a computer or database maintained by a government agency.

(2) Computer trespass in the first degree is a class C felony.

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Saturday, February 26, 2005

Saturday's Excursion

Ever wonder why you turned out as you did?

Sometimes I think about how the events of my birth dictated the kind of person I am. My parents are at 71 still the best of any I've heard of or read about. I lived during a great time in American history. There were things I could do that I would never be allowed to do in today's environment.

I have a friend who has adopted three teenaged grandchildren. She had a home-life similar to mine. Her grandchildren had a chaotic childhood. For them, stress and tension are "normal" and behaving like well-adjusted children and acting demurely are not even considered options.

I raise the question of nurture or nature often. How much does each affect us? I had a very functional family and a happy childhood. I love my parents and really don't intentionally try to embarrass them. (Honestly, Mom and Dad, I don't.) Of course on occasion I embarrass myself. Being the 'butt' of a joke doesn't bother me at all. I laugh pretty easily. And I'm a fairly positive thinking person. The glass is half full not half empty.

But would I be the person I am if I'd lived in a dysfunctional home? If my parents had been different personalities than they are, would I still be the "me" I am right now? If not, then it's due to nurturing that I turned out this way. If so, then it would be nature.

Or maybe this is too deep for this late in the evening after a busy day.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Psalm 23 in Polish dedicated to Pope John Paul II

1) Psalm. Dawidowy. Pan jest moim pasterzem, nie brak mi niczego.
(2) Pozwala mi leżeć na zielonych pastwiskach. Prowadzi mnie nad wody, gdzie mogę odpocząć:
(3) orzeźwia moją duszę. Wiedzie mnie po właściwych ścieżkach przez wzgląd na swoje imię.
(4) Chociażbym chodził ciemną doliną, zła się nie ulęknę, bo Ty jesteś ze mną. Twój kij i Twoja laska są tym, co mnie pociesza.
(5) Stół dla mnie zastawiasz wobec mych przeciwników; namaszczasz mi głowę olejkiem; mój kielich jest przeobfity.
(6) Tak, dobroć i łaska pójdą w ślad za mną przez wszystkie dni mego życia i zamieszkam w domu Pańskim po najdłuższe czasy.
(Ks.Psalmów 23:1-6)

For those who don't know, Pope John Paul II returned to the hospital today for surgery. He had a tracheotomy because he was having trouble breathing. The surgery was successful and Pope John Paul II is resting comfortably.

+Pace e Bene+ Papa Juan Paolo II

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

An Iraqi's Blog Results in Questions for the Reader

Good evening. If you're reading this, you've found my Blog. It's kind of a journal and kind of a "thinking with my fingers on the keyboard" thing.

I was not planning to write this evening, but I saw an interesting Blog that I will direct you to if you have the time and inclination to read it. It's by a young woman living in Baghdad, Iraq. Check out Baghdad Burning at . Start at the beginning. She's not too happy with our President, the war in the Middle East, and the Iraqi elections. It's a good look at what's going on in the minds and lives of some of the Iraqis. She can't speak out there, but she can speak out on her Blog.

Proves that Blogs can be good cathartics. I have no experience living in a Country where my religious freedom is non-existent. I feel for her. I wish that President Bush would make it clear to the leaders in Iraq that they MUST have religious freedom as we have in the USofA. If we don't insist and Iraq's new Constitution doesn't list it, much of what we've fought for will disappear. We're not just fighting for oil or to prove something, we're fighting for people's inalienable rights to religious freedom and to live life in a democratic environment.

I do hope that Iraq will meet the challenge and become a beacon of freedom in the Middle East. One Man One Vote. One Woman One Vote. No more of this "a woman equals half a man." Where do men think they come from? A rock? A hole in the ground? Men are born from women. Women should be honored by men. Men should defer to women. It's just plain and simple uneducated for men to mistreat women in any way. I don't care what "religion" you use to justify your abuse of women. Abuse is abuse. Abuse by a man of a woman is NOT proper; it is NOT acceptable in a civilized society. How can a man place his own mother or wife or daughters in a position to be harmed because some "religion" claims he must do so? What about a man's love for his family? What about a man's inner knowledge that such behavior is not good, just and right? Every person has a conscience. Some are not 'formed' and some are inadequately formed or incorrectly formed. But the knowledge of good and evil or of right and wrong are still resident inside a person.

What about YOU? How do you feel about men abusing women? Do you think a person should have the RIGHT to raise questions about his religion's tenets if he thinks those tenets are wrong because they promote abuse of another person? What about the women being abused? Do they have the RIGHT to accuse a religion of intolerance towards women? Does a woman have a right to choose which religious thought she wants to practice?

Deep questions late at night. Makes me thankful that I live in the USofA. Makes me pray all the harder for G*d to work His miracles in Iraq. Ur of the Chaldees. Home of Abraham. A special place in G*d's plan of salvation.

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+Pace e Bene+

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Snow Scene 2003-04 Posted by Hello

Star Shadow, have you seen it?

We had a rainy start today. Then the sun came out and the sky turned blue. Every time I see a cloudless blue sky, I'm reminded of September 11, 2001, and I say a heartfelt prayer for the USofA and our military. Tonight the stars are shining alongside the full moon -- or nearly full moon. I love the night. It takes up to four hours for a person's 'night vision' to fine tune. Once you learn the trick of not looking directly at what you want to see, you can see fairly well, even on the darkest night. I've seen 'moon shadow' and I've seen 'star shadow.' It's just beautiful. The dark brings out one's inner senses for survival, I imagine. I just feel as if I'm in some kind of a magical world when I'm out at night. There's really not that much to fear at night. Well, where I live, anyway. Maybe a bear, but more likely a skunk. I can't really describe the sensation of being at ease with the night. To me, it's more beautiful than daylight. Although the moments just before a sunrise or and just after a sunset are also favorite times of mine. Especially if I'm in the kayak on the Lake. I love sitting in my kayak in the fog and watching the sky slowly turn to morning colors and the mist on the lake rising to become clouds. Awesome. And more than once I've had to paddle like crazy to get back to shore as the sunset colors darken to shades of gray. But it's worth the wonder of it.

Have you ever wondered how dark it would be if all the outside lights were turned off at night? I miss seeing the Milky Way that I saw as a child and youth. There is just too much light pollution. I have a friend who went hiking along the Great Wall of China a few years ago. She said that Mongolia was a perfect place to look at the stars. I'm sure that eventually Mongolia will have "super big-boxed-marts" criss-crossing it one day. And that, my friendly reader, is sad. Very sad.

It's late again and the dogs are wondering when I'll come to bed so they can also sleep. Good night for now.

For Sale: Miranda Sensomat Accura Diamatic


For Sale: Miranda Sensomat and Accessories

Miranda Sensomat, Accura Diamatic, 1:28 f35mm lens, 1:18 f50 mm Auto Miranda lens, 1:2.8 f135 mm Focal Auto lens, Sunset Autopod, Vivitar Auto 202. (No instruction book but ebay has some reasonably priced.)

Nice camera and accessories for someone who wants to have a camera he/she can manually control instead of a digital or auto/point-and-shoot.

Needs a good cleaning.
Shipping to Continental USofA only $150 USD includes shipping.
Or make a reasonable offer. With emphasis on "reasonable."

Now, under normal conditions, I probably would not be advertising this here. However, we do not live under normal conditions. I am trying to sell this for a friend who needs the money to send one of her children to a summer camp for disabled children. This is not said in an effort to obtain sympathy. The child is real and he has ODD and ADHD.

If you're interested, leave a comment and I'll get back with you.

Thank you.

Sunday, February 20, 2005

Sunday Morning Musings

I realized this morning, while I lay in bed petting my two dogs, that I grew up in a fairly functional family. I grew up happy, healthy, and protected from much or most of the evil in the world. To my recollection, my parents never argued in front of us (I have a 56 year old brother).

I recall being loved, accepted, and spanked when needed. I don't think I ever didn't deserve an "attention getter" when I got one. However, they were few and far between. I even remember the last one -- I think I was 14 or 15, and my brother and I had gotten ahold of some cigarettes (this was 1958 or 59) and had "smoked" some. We were "latchkey kids," before the term was coined, for an hour or so after we arrived home from Parochial School and our mother arrived home from her teaching job. As I recall, the time for Mom to arrive home was nearing and she was early. I stashed the 'butts' and took 'sen-sen' to get the smell out of my mouth (how silly, my clothing must have smelled of smoke). I told my brother to hide the pack of cigarettes. Like a little brother, he sticks them under his chest of drawers, forgetting that the chest is a couple inches off the floor. In fact, just enough inches for Mom to vacuum under. Mom came home and since she was smoking at the time, must not have realized how 'smoky' we two smelled. We thought we'd gotten away with it. We would have, too, if my brother had hidden the cigarettes somewhere safe. On Saturday, Mom was vacuuming, I'd totally forgotten about the 'little sin' and failed to make sure the cigarettes were 'safe' from Mom or Dad. And then the call came, loud and clear. I think Mom had already informed Dad or maybe Dad was doing yard work and came in. I don't recall the exact turn of events other than that Dad's belt came off, we were lectured and then ordered to our rooms to lay over our beds. My brother starts screaming before the first strike. THAT I remember. He still got a whupping. Then it was my turn. Something about being 'older' and 'knowing better' from a parent who smokes made me stubborn. Mom whupped and I refused to cry. Again, the belt came down on my posterior. I refused to cry. And again. Then, the first time I ever heard my Mom curse, she said, "Cry, damnit" at which I got another whup and I let loose some tears. Satisfied with that, I was left to sit in my room and think about my crime. What she doesn't know is how angry I was with little brother for being so careless when he 'hid the evidence.'

Now, I've only heard my parents curse three times in my entire life. I only got one of those and my brother got the other two. I don't know if I deserved mine, but my brother . . . he's not here to defend himself, however I think he probably earned his two.

Where this post is going is to the evils in today's world. I am unable to comprehend so much of it. I wasn't raised to think of ways to be evil. I wasn't raised to hurt people. I was raised to think before I did or said anything. Not that I always do think first, but I don't intentionally act or say evil. It's not my nature. Nor was I nurtured in an atmosphere of evil.

So what makes a person act evil? That's today's question.

Is it 'nature' or 'nurture' or is it something more sinister? Is there an entity called "evil" which procreates in the hearts and minds of some people? If so, how does this "evil entity" pick and choose? I have friends whose home life was so dysfunctional that a person would assume the individuals would grow up only to end up in prison. But they are kind, productive, nurturing adults. I also know adults who were raised in a fairly functional family but who have chosen (or been chosen?) to break laws and end up in jail. How much of a 'choice' does the individual make based on an inclination to act evil? Why do some people look at a situation and immediately think of ways to help, while others think of ways to take advantage? What 'programs' a person to act?

And since it is Sunday, how much influence does religion or faith have on a person? Do some shrug off the warnings and commandments and think that since the Supreme Being can't reprimand them personally they can do as they choose? There are those who do not believe in a Supreme Power yet are not evil. So how much does one's 'faith' influence one's behavior?

These are my Sunday morning musings. Maybe an answer or two will be revealed and I can share it with you. May you have peace and joy this day.

(PS to the English Majors: I use the term 'evil' as noun where you may think I should have used the adverbial form.)

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Chapel Apse Posted by Hello

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North Georgia Mountains Posted by Hello

First Post

Hi, my name is Auntie Coosa and this is my campfire journal. I hope you'll want to toss another log on the campfire and read on.

My family history goes way back to England, Scotland, Switzerland, Germany and "America." I am related to royalty through the de Bohun family. I'm related to Clan Donald. My Swiss DeMuth relatives got their name changed when they arrived in America prior to the Revolutionary War. Those relatives fought in both the Revolutionary War and the War Between the States. My German Gumtow relatives came from Berlin. My "American" Native relatives go back to Pocahontas (before it was popular) as well as some sketchy references to another Native relative who "passed for white." I'm interested in Genealogy and that "sixth degree of separation" that we're all really Cousins of each other. Oh, that we would all treat each other as Cousins.

I'll pick up on more genealogy at another time.

Books, read any good ones lately? I'm reading a couple of very different books right now. I decided to re-read Tom Jones by Henry Fielding. You remember it from your High School days, I imagine. It was one of the first novels written. I'm also reading The Courage To Be Catholic by George Weigel and Love & Respect by Dr. Emerson Eggerichs. All three are very much different from the others. My daughter (38) recommended Love & Respect as she found it very helpful in understanding her husband and son. The subtitle is "The Love She Most Desires; The Respect He Desperately Needs." That probably says it all. I picked up the George Weigel book at a Christian Bookstore which was going out of business. I am glad that I did because it's been very eye-opening in explaining what happened to the American Catholic Church after Vatican II. Being a recent convert to Catholicism (1992), I have found The Church to have many "personalities" depending on the Priest and the make up of the congregation. Some Churches have been welcoming and warm, others cliquish and cold. This book is helping me understand why.

More about my faith walk later.

Well, the embers are glowing warm and it's time to say "good-night."

Islam Coexist? Muhammed said "Never!"

Islam Coexist?  Muhammed said "Never!"
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"We love death. The United States loves life. That is the big difference between us." – Osama bin Laden
"I have been made victorious through terror." Muhammad, founder of Muhammadism now called Islam (Submit or Die)

Barack Obama Says He Lacks Experience To Be U.S. President

And HERE he proves it.

Obama calls it "My Muslim Faith" and This Raises More Questions

George Stephanopoulos tries to correct Obama when he says "my Muslim faith" but it wasn't a gaffe and Obama corrects Stephanopoulos. The Question is: Why say "MY Muslim faith" first? He went back to correct Stephanopoulos, but again "MY Muslim faith" was used. WHY?

Obama is to the USofA as Castro was to Cuba!

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