Dropbox Lied to Users About Data Security, Complaint to FTC Alleges | Threat Level | Wired.com

Dropbox Lied to Users About Data Security, Complaint to FTC Alleges | Threat Level | Wired.com.

Read the above article, it’s quite good and covers the problems that many geeks have with Dropbox. I have to admit that I’m quite fond of finding ways to “Have my cake and eat it too” and in the spirit of that saying it’s important to highlight a core issue that needs to be covered: If you don’t manage your own security, you don’t have any.

Every service is vulnerable to a search and seizure order as long as it’s hardware exists within the United States. Any company that claims that they protect your data even from this basic assumption is lying to you. You can help them by helping yourself. The people who run Dropbox certainly have aims to secure your data, otherwise nobody but a scant few would be willing to store their data in the cloud. This situation is only half-way to what is really required to make a service like Dropbox a real charmer. It comes down to security and I’ve written about it at length before. The end user has to meet Dropbox for the other half of the way. Dropbox encrypts their data using AES-256 and they have a master key that they use along with yours so that they can maintain a backdoor in case of a search and seizure order to fulfill. Protect yourself by using any number of applications, ranging from TrueCrypt, iCrypt, openssh, to encrypted DMG files. If you create one of these encrypted files to store your private information then send it to Dropbox, even if they have to divulge the file to the authorities all they can provide them is another AES-256 encrypted file that they don’t have a key to. When the authorities try to pry open the file, all they’ll see is noise, because they don’t have your key.

It’s really quite easy when you think of it, Dropbox is at most 50% secure. You can provide another 50% making your use of Dropbox 100% secure. It all comes down to going that little extra inch with any of the tools covered above. I can’t help but really love encrypted DMG files as they are the most convenient to use with Macs. You just double-click on the DMG file, enter in your password, and the volume is mounted as if it were a drive on your computer. All the files are plain and easy to use. Ejecting the drive after you are done using it closes it and the data lives 100% secure in the cloud.

Getting bent because Dropbox only gives you 50% security is rather dumb. Anyone at all has to assume that it maxes out at 50% irrespective of what Dropbox claims. If you are smart and secure your own effects, then you’ve nothing to worry about and can get over this silly thing without a single thought. Makes sense to me.

Location, Location, Location!

People are asking me what I think about the location-gate kerfuffle surrounding Apple. So, it seems an apropos topic to write about here. What exactly is/was Apple doing? It turns out the iPhone 4 was recording cellular tower geographic information and when iTunes backed up the device it also grabbed a file called consolidated.db, which contained latitude and longitude data. The clever and curious started to poke around this data and discovered that the iPhone had data that appeared to indicate where the phone had been and then they mapped the data to make the entire deal visual and accessible by many people who are already very skitterish about location.

Everyone had an immediate attack over this. Claims that Apple was spying on its customers, that it was an invasion of privacy. Claims ranging from the charming right down to the purest of malevolence on Apple’s behalf. Apple noticed the powder keg of negativity that the discovery of consolidated.db brought about and changed iOS to better protect users tender privacy concerns.

Yes, I suppose if you didn’t know the intent and found location data on your phone you might be concerned, but what is this mad rush to the absolute worst possibility? That Apple is spying on you, that it’s collecting location information to use against you? This is the claim of the lazy paranoid with too much time on their hands. What is the value of that data? If you were an international person of mystery and you had grave life-or-death secrets to protect then perhaps you’d have some ground to stand on, but last I checked the average iPhone-toting American leads a very tiny life, unremarkable to anyone at all, and even if it is divulging location, with all the location-based check-in services like FourSquare and Facebook, aren’t you already giving away the keys to your very dull and lame kingdom? I’ll be the first to admit that I fall right into this slot. My life is EXCEPTIONALLY DULL. I travel in circuits that are OBVIOUS and BORING. I’m like a ping-pong ball in a game played with robots that do the same thing every time. I bounce from home to work, from home to Meijers, from home to the comic book store. Boing Boing Boing. What am I protecting? Not a god-damned thing. That’s why I don’t have a problem with online advertisements, tracking cookies, my location leaking out around the edges, or any of that stuff. It’s mind-achingly dull! It runs right along with my feelings of people turning on the iSight camera on my iMac and SPYING ON ME. Knock your socks off! First, I’m not all that pleasant to look at, so that hurts you more than it hurts me, and secondly, what deep dark secrets will you uncover? Perhaps you’ll uncover my most coveted secret of all, that once I develop 5 o’clock shadow I can’t stop itching. There, I’ve saved you all the work and trouble. Dull, isn’t it? Yes. Exceedingly so.

So what is it that people are so worked up about? I think it has more to do with how people want to be seen than actually what is seen. They want to have grand lives full of drama and intrigue, not lives spent planning on how much sour cream to buy tonight to make that one dish come out better this time. It isn’t about what they are protecting, but the image that there is actually something to protect. We are all predictable, regular, non-exceptional, and above all else, magnificently dull creatures! Whatever really awesome specialness we do possess is almost always popping in and out of existence between our ears. Every once in a while we write something down and stuff it away, sometimes we even act on it, but when you take the long view of human behavior it’s more of a dull repetitive machine with little tremors of specialness in between great swaths of inexorably dull events.

So what of Apple’s Location-Gate? Get over yourselves. You aren’t that important. Your lives, frankly, aren’t that interesting. Accept it and move on to the next thing you feel the need to squawk and twitter about ineffectually.

Furry Mystery

Just finished a phone consultation with our vet in regards to our youngest male cat, Griffin’s odd behavior. We put him on a 14 day series of Zeniquin antibiotic and that helped him out, and yesterday I noticed we’re starting to see a similar set of behaviors from Griffin. He will visit his litterbox and urinate just a little and then leave, 10 minutes later he’ll be back. It doesn’t happen all the time, and sometimes he urinates more, at least from what I’ve been seeing in the litterbox. The vet said that his X-Rays are clean, pH is right, and there aren’t any blockages or crystals. The vet suggested that we try some bladder-health supplements that might help correct what amounts in the end to being both pee-shy and having a nervous bladder. Griffin’s behavior is completely normal, no pain, no struggling, and no accidents. We’re going to go the supplement route and see how we do. The last thing I want for him is another overnight at the hospital and the dead last thing I want is surgery. One thing that did occur to me is changing the litter type. We have a continuous odor control litter and this problem may be linked to that in some way, perhaps going to a low-dust type would be better. We’ll have to see.

Having a sick pet is worse by far than a sick kid. At least you can talk to a kid and get a clear list of symptoms. All you get with a pet is a head-nudge and staring. I keep on having this recurring fantasy of being able to scan Griffin with a Tricorder. Too much Star Trek dammit. 🙂

Destroying our gulf shouldnt be a tax write-off. Tell BP to pay their fair share.

Destroying our gulf shouldnt be a tax write-off. Tell BP to pay their fair share..

I saw this and blinked furiously for just a moment. That’s 10 Billion dollars, or, 10,000 Million dollars. Written off. Just like that.

I’m always waiting to see what it is that finally and completely kills off any positive feelings I might have about my own species. This is a pretty good whammy. I think it’s high time we root for the monsters kids. Storms, Hurricanes, whatever it takes to nail us nasty creatures off has got to be for the best. This takes self-loathing to a whole new level.

Inverse Cookie-Jar Hypothesis

I’ve started to think that there is definitely something to the cookie-jar hypothesis. That notion that we want what we can’t have. Specifically to a point this morning a take off this classic idea which might be called the inverse cookie-jar hypothesis. I see this a lot in people who behave in a very outspoken fashion, beyond all rationality about a certain topic. For example, the people who are so preoccupied with homosexuality that they go to extreme lengths to stamp it out, are intolerant to the differences of other people and in general can’t stop talking about it. In my hypothesis these people are themselves struggling with their own internal battle of their gender roles and sexuality. The gender and sexuality issues could be abstracted away and a more general theory could be that any topic that people are irrationally obsessive about indicates that they are wrestling with that very same topic in their own lives. So in a way, bigotry is a masquerade of self-loathing. If you see a bigot, whatever it is they are a bigot about, is the definition of the thing that they are struggling with.

If this theory is correct, not only does it explain a lot about the behaviors of people who are really out of control, but it helps those who are victims of the bigotry understand that it really isn’t hate-directed-outward, but hate-directed-inward. That’s important, and people shouldn’t lose sight of that, if the theory, you know, is true. 🙂

Logical Doubt

From the last post, a new update. Comparing the two columns fail to show any selected information, however when I changed the query so that mainacctno is null and chart_acct is not null I found 1741 mismatches. So mainacctno is null and chart_acct is ‘00000GWTN’, and so on and so forth for 1741 items. I suspect the logical operators cannot distinguish between null and not-null values.

What a mess.

Not Equal

At work I have a pretty big database that might or might not have a problem and the issue is, I have doubt in SQL to find out if I truly have something to worry about or if it was just a fluke.

In my database there are two tables. The first table, which we’ll call “chart” has a relationship with another much bigger table called “main”. The two tables have an odd interrelationship, in so far that many values from chart are ‘cached’ in main, but since both tables are allowed to vary apart from each other they can drift apart. So, for example, if you add something novel to chart, it isn’t completely reflected in main everywhere you’d expect it, because many of the cached values don’t get automatically updated from chart to main. There is a user utility that can do this task and it’s called “data sync” but I have elected to not use it and instead I have created a rather long SQL query that finds where there are mismatches between main and chart and uses the values in chart to fill in the cached empties in main. For years this has been a daily scheduled job and I’ve been living with the faith that my SQL code is correct and is doing it’s job.

Yesterday a coworker of mine complained to me that their report no longer showed what it should. We verified that there were indeed 47 records in main that should have been selected but only 1 was. I started to query the database and compare the values in chart and their places along the 47 “should have been” selected records and discovered to my deep chagrin that the values were not properly cached as I had faith that they would be. Of course I felt panic starting to gnaw away on the edge of my mind as I instantly had doubt that my SQL code was working properly.

The SQL code that “failed” looks like this:

select m.mainacctno, c.chart_acct
from main m inner join chart c
on m.mainrest=c.chart_code
where m.mainacctno!=c.chart_acct

Here the two columns should be equal, mainacctno and chart_acct for each record that is joined by mainrest=chart_code. The mainrest column is good as is the chart_code column. What I want to see is where, for each comparison, that mainacctno doesn’t equal whatever value is in chart_acct. So, for these 47 records there should be a value of ‘00000PSGI’ that exists in chart and not in main. My query should show these, but yesterday it did not.

Yesterday I had my back up against the wall and couldn’t really spend much time analyzing the problem so I forced the matter with a direct update command which put the proper value in each of the 47 records, essentially shoving ‘00000PSGI’ into each main record.

What bothers me is that when I use the != operator I expect it to behave as I have learned it to behave, to evaluate as true when operand A doesn’t equal operand B. Both columns, mainacctno and chart_acct are both of type char(30). I’ve tried using the other style of not-equal operator that is <> but that doesn’t display either.

I have 1759 records in chart and 1,414,844 records in main. My doubt can only be assuaged by manual comparison and I’m not looking forward to that task. I’ve even tried the “not like” operator to no avail. I wouldn’t be in this situation if I didn’t run afoul of those 47 records where a blank mainacctno apparently equaled a not-blank chart_acct.

What bothers me the most, I think, is that I now doubt the logical operators in SQL. With something so fundamental, everything built on that foundation is now subject to doubt. Does my database really have referential integrity? If logical comparison operators no longer behave in a logical fashion, is the stone that I think my database castle is made of sand?

Gasoline and Comics

Gasoline here in Michigan is about ready to break through the $4.00 per gallon level. To fill my Hyundai Santa Fe would start to impact my budget and begin forcing me to decide whether I want to buy food or not. I am not like any of the other people who live here who are natives, Michiganders would pay for the “pleasure” of driving their vehicles even if gas was at $10 a gallon. My New York sensibilities have already kicked in. Nobody in this state has “carpool” in their vocabulary so I’ve elected to not even bring up the concept to them and instead just take the bus.

And so I have, and this week is the model for how the rest of my weeks will be structured. On Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays I get up at 6:15, out the door by 6:45, to catch the East Main Bus, all in all I would estimate that it’s one mile per trip, so effectively two miles walked per day. I get to work at 7:20, and then I’m pretty much stuck at work the whole day long. I have to leave by 4:45 to catch the return bus, and if I miss that, I have to wait until 5:45.

Wednesdays are my favorite days now. It’s on Wednesday that I take my car to work. Wednesday is Comics Lunch Day. I pick up Scott, we go to the comic book store and get our weekly comic books and then we find someplace cheap to have lunch. I then get back to work, and can take a more comfortable and leisurely path home whenever I like.

But for the most part I don’t regard driving a vehicle as a pleasure. It’s a horror, a terror, a harrowing trip through a nightmare hellscape populated by people who shouldn’t be allowed to use a vehicle at all. All manner of human trash is on the roads these days, morons, pinheads, dopes, dorks, losers, meth-heads, pot-heads, and the rest… “If god wanted for them to drive, he would have given them XXXXX” What is the XXXXX? It all depends on which racial, gender, or national gripe you’re fond of. And they are out there. In this state it’s a uniquely unpleasant experience, driving with these “people”. Nobody in Michigan has a single clue what a directional signal is for, they simply could not be bothered and the police can’t be bothered with enforcing any laws beyond running their speed-traps. The best way to jail a Michigander is to put them in their vehicle and arrange for 4 cars to approach a 4-stop intersection all at the same time. They would starve to death before any of them moved. I’ve never witnessed such overwhelming mind-lock in my life. They’d likely start gnawing on their tastefully appointed leather seats, whine, wet on the carpet and dry wash their hands in frustration. Eventually you’d see 4 bone-white skeletons sitting behind the wheel, the cars rusted solid and the gas tanks empty. As a native New Yorker it’s my right and pleasure to plow through all these mind-locked yoyos, even if it isn’t my turn. They won’t move, so screw ’em, I will.

And that’s why I don’t drive. It just makes me angry. It makes me angry and well, terrified for my life. So if something is dangerous, terrifying, *and* expensive then giving it up is comically obvious.

I have to admit that taking the bus is like it is in any nowhere midwest town. There are train tracks that divide this place and it colors the entire experience. You have sides of the track, and you can plug any harsh stereotypical reality into that division. Good, Bad; Rich, Poor; White, Black; Safe, Dangerous. Every city has something like this, a good place and a bad place, but it’s where the railroad exists that you see “The Wrong Side Of The Tracks” is so starkly apparent. Whats the most comedic of all is how lame and insignificant the railroad has been allowed to droop. It used to be the preferred way to get from one city to another, but now you have to pay top-dollar to sit in a seat soaked with urine and arrive, if your lucky, on the same calendar day you left even if you only need to go 150 miles away. But that’s another rant, the train tracks color the people and the people color the bus system. Who takes the bus? The poor, the workers, the minimum wage victims, and thanks to WMU’s deal with the bus system, students and employees, Hiya! You wouldn’t see any of the high and mighty, the good and great of this town even get on a bus. I don’t even think they perceive buses. It’s pretty clear that they don’t perceive people like me, the middle-class, the “little people”. That’s actually quite a pleasant thing and lucky for us “little people” because we don’t have to be bothered by their obnoxious overhousing problems, their sexual perversions and their raging alcoholism. They get in their obnoxiously priced gas-guzzling vehicles and disappear into their gated-communities-without-gates (sometimes they have gates!) and leave the rest of us in peace to imagine a world where they don’t exist. Because they wouldn’t be caught dead with the rabble, it’s as easy as falling off a log.

So really my most convenient and pleasant day is fundamentally bound up with comic books. In a way Diamond Publishing determines my weekly calendar, even if it is only very subtly.

I don’t expect to run into anyone I recognize using the bus system here. They are all monomaniacally obsessed with their vehicles and I seriously doubt anything will ever dissuade that. Perhaps someday when all the oil is up out of the ground and we’ve burned it all, and there isn’t any way to make these boxes of metal move, then people will be up against the wall. That will be a very interesting day, indeed.

Come Out Come Out

There’s been some chatter on Twitter about some gay people who believe that we shouldn’t have parades celebrating Gay Pride events. This touches on something that I’ve been saying personally for quite a while. Everyone must come out of the closet. Not just a few of us, but all of us. Only then will we be able to be taken seriously. By staying in the closet we are cowards. Cowards never win anything.

What other good things will come from a mass coming out? Imagine all the young ones, the 17, 18, and 19 year olds who feel utterly lost and alone. Think of the bullying they have to endure and they can’t go to anyone about it because the gay people in their lives are in the closet! If we all came out, and people saw just how really colorful life really is, then these kids would feel less like monsters, more like real people with real feelings, and they would likely know at least someone else who is just like them. Just imagine how quickly and easily a gay young man could come out of the closet if he knew that being gay was as acceptable as being straight and when he already knew at least 3 other people who were also gay. It could, and I hope for this, become so much of a non-issue that the entire idea of “Coming Out” evaporates. People are either straight, gay, or something in between.

The first step however is getting our rights, and to get those, we need to stand up and be seen.

Historical

Operation Historic Moment has come and gone. The big news, now that the cat is out of the bag and rubbing up against your leg is that WMU received the biggest cash gift in our state, ever. The total is $100 Million dollars. This unthinkably large gift is a godsend, but alas is just the start of what is needed to start training real Doctors. I was centrally involved with a group of coworkers to design this project and bring it off successfully. My role was to address the technology we’d need to make all of this work properly. There were ups and downs and I learned a surprising amount from the experience that I will detail here.

The project had quite a number of technical components to it. Technology served a role at nearly each step of the process and many of the tools that were used made everything faster, better, and easier. The old aphorism that “proper organization will set you free” couldn’t ring any louder for us all than it did for all of our meetings to arrange this entire project. For me it started with tools that before this event I could have only dreamed for in Sci-fi. Specifically I speak of my iPad. My iPad was the perfect device. It was a communications hub, everything from email, my blog, to Twitter and Facebook were available to me whenever I needed them. The single app on the iPad that really helped the most was iThoughts HD. For each meeting we had, and there were many, I used this app to take dynamic notes and record the minutes of the meetings in a beautiful and straightforward fashion that I could then email to our management and show them our progress on the project. All they had to do was sit back and watch as we progressed. It was a delight to use and by suppressing an endless trail of scribbled and crossed out paperwork made what we accomplished in our meetings very easy on the eyes to read.
We had laid out our design from the very start. The first was a series of mystery QR codes that were distributed throughout town. Supermarkets, Delis, and popular hotspots throughout Kalamazoo were dressed up in these QR coded pages. The QR codes loaded a series of photos that lead to hints for anyone together enough to know what a QR was and to scan it. If I could do this part over I would have encoded all the URL’s for the photos using bit.ly so I could track their clickthrough rates and measure if anyone actually scanned any of these codes or if they are, as I feared, a flash in the pan. Thankfully the QR part of the project was free to implement and the only expense were the staff running around town posting these up all over.

The next big thing was the “Livestream” on the Internet. We had contacted a company and the original design was utterly fantastic. They would haul their own data over satellite service to their home office in Detroit and all we would have to do is cope with our network struggling under the strain of all the consumers pulling the live feed down from our vendor. For weeks we had this planned to the last item and then an unforeseen change of venue forced us to scrap the use of a satellite for data transmission. Suddenly we had to rely on our own network for both the upstream and downstream service. Several things from that point exploded in our faces, specifically a product from Cisco Services called CleanAccess was a problem. With the help of the venues IT manager we were able to get both the dry run and the main production signal off the ground and working properly. As some people have noticed, at showtime we suffered a rather embarrassing network failure at Western. Right now all we have are several competing theories, but they all describe the same problem – our event was so popular that our own network couldn’t cope. Personally I was beyond dismay, beyond embarrassment. I was logged into the Bernhard Center countdown clock hardware trying to display the livestream to everyone assembled there and the melted-down network wasn’t going to have any of it. As I sat there, thinking about all the upset people assembled for nothing in the Bernhard Center my mind raced with ways that I could have possibly addressed the situation. Some things did come immediately to mind and most of them involved not using any indigenous technology and relying instead on other Internet providers to ensure that things worked as designed. Like all other instances where something bad happens and you wish you could go backwards in time to fix it, there is no rescuing that mistake – only learning from it. I can’t say that I have much faith in our indigenous network provider, as it collapsed like a house of cards when our event started. I was afraid of network saturation and whatever the real cause was, I’d bet some real money that link saturation was at least a player in the drama. It stings when I have to admit that our successes are more dependent on non-indigenous resources than indigenous ones. It’s not that we actively selected against the indigenous systems, it’s just they never really even came up in our thoughts. I’m happy that much of what we attempted did work and upset that the one singular thing that we allowed to be handled indigenously was so embarrassingly fumbled. The only saving grace at the end is the notion that our message was so popular that it disabled a system designed to resist such things. The Internet really was never designed to resist popularity, only nuclear attack.

We also were responsible for the “Mystery Box” in Bernhard Center. This was a tease for the Countdown Clock Display that later on was constructed in the Mystery Boxes place. Our intent wasn’t to anger people by it’s placement, only to engage them and get them wondering what Western was up to. The clocks themselves were quite impressive and even still I’m amazed that we pulled it off as easily as we did. The clocks, all the guts, and the entire design came together so wonderfully that I still sit back and marvel at how it all played out. This build was rather involved for me and because of that fact, it was the place where most of my “little lessons” cluster. The displays themselves were investments, they cost a bit of money but we’re going to use the tarnation out of them and get every red cents worth out of them. The guts were repurposed technology from our own department and didn’t cost anything. Amongst the lessons I learned, when trying to force Firefox into a Kiosk you have to turn off updates, make sure screensavers and energy-saving features never get activated and to turn off Bluetooth. Because of the design we had to use two independent systems for the two displays, and this in itself created a rather embarrassing and inexplicable oddity to pop up. The two displays were almost perpetually out of time sync with one another. I really can’t explain it, both machines were in the same general space, there is nothing wrong with where they are, yet one machine counted time differently than the other. I have some theories that have to do with processor load and video processing issues and that is the only way I can explain it. The only other solution is that we had a temporal anomaly in the Bernhard Center. I’d expect a gaggle of dead students if we had a spatial anomaly, so it almost has to be my first theory that’s right. Anyhow, each night I would remote into the clocks and resync them. At worst they were about a minute off of each other but sync’ed well at night. The other lesson I learned was that WiFi is useful for many things, but you should never depend upon it. Drawing a network to the location was impossible but I do know what I would do differently next time. Next time I would acquire two free nearby wired network ports and I would set two 802.11N wifi access points on those lines and one machine per access point would be the rule, and the access points would have nothing at all to do with Tsunami, the default Western wifi SSID. Of course this would be a gross violation of network design and probably upset the indigenous service providers, but in some ways I can defend that approach because it would have likely not failed me. Alternatively I was considering acquiring two Verizon EVDO USB Network cards and using those as a wholly independent network sources for my display equipment.

Beyond the livestream and the clocks, the other bits of technology that we used were more bent towards helping us keep coordinated and organized. We made rather good use, even though it’s development was very late in the game, of WordPress.com itself. About 80% of the way through our project I started investigating WordPress.com’s P2 theme. The minute I started to play around with it I fell in love. P2 was perfect for so many things that were on my mind, a way to solve many workplace problems and the fact that WordPress.com was free, easy, so wonderfully supported, and quite robust was all just sauce for this goose. I created a private blog, added the P2 theme to it and rolled it out to everyone on our team. Of course since the blog came online about 80% too late, only a small amount of real work ended up being done with it, however even still, it served as a proof of concept and both P2 and WordPress.com have continuously proven to me just how good they are as a collaboration and communications platform, absolutely worthy of a “Bravo!”. The other system we used was more for coordination and that was GroupMe. I created a GroupMe account and group and populated it with my teammates who had SMS-capable cellular telephones, which was nearly all of them. GroupMe worked very well, and the only hesitation I have for really raving about them comes down to a misfired politeness feature in their core product. If you add a group of people to your GroupMe group and start using the product and some people don’t respond or actively join GroupMe declares that they aren’t in the group any longer out of politeness. Well, you can’t add them back in afterwards no matter how hard you try and some people aren’t supposed to reply, they are just supposed to witness and obtain an survey of the action, especially some in management. The GroupMe service would be better if there was a way to defeat the “politeness” feature and establish a hard-and-fast fixed group to receive text messages irrespective of whether they do or do not reply to any of those messages.
Now that the entire project is over, we are riding high on a wave of a job well done and looking at what failed and what we could have done to address those failures. Every mistake carries within it the seeds needed to avoid them in the future. We pulled off a massive and multifaceted campaign with six primary sectors and each one had fantastic leadership and an utterly delightful minimum of process-clogging bullshit. What lead to our successes? Empowerment, a lack of micromanagement, and utterly shocking levels of interdepartmental cooperation. Almost at every turn when we were afraid we would run into an intractable opponent we discovered to our dazzled chagrin that at each step we could find no enemies laying in wait for us with bear-traps, all we had were instant converts and cheerleaders. I’ve thanked our team many times in the past and once in a previous metablog post about the Western Express engagement platform, but there are some  other people who bear thanking now that I have a place to publicly do so:

  • Our own “Sensational Seven,” which I was a part. If people work this well together for other projects, beware. 🙂
  • Our Gold People. They remain anonymous but they know who they are and one or two may read this. Nothing like the magic of a mystery figure to goose a campaign right where it counts.
  • John Stanford at the College of Health and Human Services at WMU. Thank you for on-the-spot help and use of your Category 6 cabling.
  • Bernhard Center Management were stellar for this entire campaign. Kept what secrets you had to, asked no awkward questions, and went above and beyond with material and resource support. Knowing we had the staff of the Bernhard Center was absolutely instrumental in our Countdown Clocks working as well as they did.
  • All the Building Coordinators, especially CHHS and Fetzer Center, for being so wonderfully understanding and willing to facilitate our project.
  • Everyone else, I’m sure I’ve left someone out of this list, but if you were ‘in on it’ even if only a little bit, I thank you here and now.

What’s next? Well, it’s a great start for the Medical School, but in no way are we finished. The need is still very strong and this incredible gift is such a great start. There are more surprises yet to come and more engaging things that the University will see from us here in Development and Alumni Relations. We’ve only scratched the surface of what we can accomplish. As I told the powers that be when they took the reins back in October 2010, “All you need to do is press the Big Red Button.”

Zoom Zoom. 🙂