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Months ago, when Tarah and I were visiting Mike and Liz Poor over in Port Townsend, we visited an antique shop.  I typically pick through old cookware looking for cast iron to re-season or have a look at old pocketknives while my wife seeks out stemware that matches our pattern, because having extra goblets and cordial glasses always comes in handy.  However, I never would have expected to make the discovery which I did that afternoon.  Way down in the basement, amid other unloved items, was an old US Postal Service mailbox.  I do not mean a blue collection box.  I mean a segment of what were once a series of many individual boxes all along the wall in a town’s Post Office.

It was marked as $80 and the woman working there stated that she “though it had keys” but this turned out to simply be a huge jar of unmarked and well-worn keys that were mostly worthless.  It would take me forever to decipher which keys serviced what doors… and even then there were bound to be doors that couldn’t open.  The box itself had been subject to years of use and at some point became the victim of a very unfortunate paint job.  Still… I knew I had to have it and almost instantly had an idea for a project.  After negotiating down to $60 we managed to get this heavy beast up the stairs and out to my truck.  And there you see it, sitting in our basement… where it remained for a time.

Very fortunately, the unit had no back (after all,the rear side of a box like this would normally face into a back room at the Post Office so that staff could slip mail into each cubby hole for the recipients) and I was able to reach through and manually trigger the spring-loaded door releases.  So I could open each flap and inspect the inside.  The mailboxes would at one time have been equipped with Federal Equipment Company “Grecian Style” combination locks (the embossed “star” pattern on each metal door features alphabet letters arranged around in a circle which were used for dialing the combination) but those locks had been retro-fitted at some point with keyed locks.  I removed one cylinder for closer inspection.

I took off the door, as well, while I was at it.

I set most of the parts aside at first, because I wanted to focus on the lock.  The idea I had in my head involved re-pinning and rebuilding these locks for a contest.  Now, while contest locks don’t necessarily need working keys, I knew I’d need fresh keys if I wanted to use this box in day-to-day life (and also having blanks around would make disassembly easier)

These lock cylinders feature a small downward-protruding cam (which is affixed mid-cylinder as opposed to out at the tail) to engage the door release.  They also feature a rather unique keyway.  It looked almost exactly like a classic Yale 8 keyway… but something didn’t seem right.  I grabbed a Yale blank and it fit… but only if I inserted the key in from the tail side!  Yes… just as I suspected, these locks used what was once a famous key: the “Reverse Yale”

There are threads on some lockpicking forums about this key, and how the blanks are ostensibly very restricted.  According to Knowledgeable Internet Persons™ it’s a Super DoublePlus Bad Crime to possess such keys and it is not easy to source blanks.  I wasn’t going to let a little thing like alleged Federal regulations stop me, though.  😉

With some very appreciated help from fellow TOOOL member and noted antique lock restorer Nite0wl, we started looking through key references.

I measured a series of assorted conventional Yale keys I had in my shop and tried to determine exactly what keys might work.  While US companies like Ilco may defer to our regulations, foreign suppliers like JMA and Jet have no such compunction.

I found two likely candidates and ordered them, then created a keying chart to achieve the results I had in mind.  I checked my LAB pinning kit and noticed some of the trays were a little low on quantity… so I also ordered some replacement pins.  A few days later, I was ready to take the next steps.

As I had awaited the key blanks and pins, I took a shot at picking some of the locks on the mailbox.  While a number of them would open, many were really janky due to age.  And the Yale keyway is close enough to paracentric that it’s not a trivial task to pick.  I didn’t find the idea of manipulating sixteen of these locks in a row appealing.  Thankfully… those who have been in our classes before know that we advocate rear-side shimming with the use of thin slips of metal and a blank to ease disassembly.

So things were looking up!  These locks, old and corroded though they may be, were opening pretty easily for me.  One curious note I had pertained to the numerical codes stamped on to the rear of each lock.

At first I wondered if these could be direct bitting codes, but as you can see… that’s not the case.  Oh well, no worries… I was not planning to keep the original pins and bitting of all the locks.  Everything was going to be rebuilt 100% fresh.  And speaking of fresh, these locks needed some extra care and attention before I could consider them useful again…

This corrosion and tarnish simply would not do.  So it was time to break out the WD-40!  Now, as many folk will tell you, WD-40 is not an ideal lubricant to use on locks that are in service.  However, if you have old and corroded locks… WD-40 is not a bad product for cleaning and breaking free old, tarnished parts.  One of the most interesting ideas I ever heard was someone who advocated putting all their old restoration project parts in a bucket, pouring WD-40 in there, sealing the lid, and then keeping the bucket in their trunk as they drove around for weeks.  But I didn’t want to wait weeks.  It was time for an ultrasonic bath…

After merely 30 minutes in WD-40 under heavy cavitation, this is how the plugs and housings came out!

Not bad, right?  I laid out all the parts and was very happy with how things were shaping up…

… I thought that the very front face of each plug could use a little more shine, however.  Being the most exposed part of the locks over the years, they were subject to the most handling, fingerprints, etc.  I grabbed a rag and some Brasso and shined up those front faces!

That sure spruced things up.  I also, however, left some of the Brasso residue packed into the keyways and I wanted to flush that out of there.  I tried blasting some air and wiping the parts off, but honestly, I had the ultrasonic bath right next to me and it was still full of WD-40 so I said why not give things another round

Everything came out fresh and clean.  But, as we have said many times, WD-40 is not an ideal lock lubricant.  So after wiping everything dry, I gave a good treatment of graphite to the inside of the lock housings and across the plugs.

Now it was time to try to do something about the very unfortunate heavy coating of mauve paint that had been applied to those metal doors.  It was really caked on and had been there for decades.  So I wasn’t sure what it would take to get it off there.  I started out by trying odorless mineral spirits…

When the OMS didn’t work (even in a heated ultrasonic bath) I asked the staff at Home Depot for suggestions.  They sold me a small tub of a thick gel stripper compound, and said to let it sit for a while on the part.  I tried that…

And that didn’t make any difference.  So I returned the gel and then started to throw everything I could at the painted metal…

I left little portions of the metal doors coated in spots of product and waited a while.

While a few spots resulted in some tiny flakes if I really rubbed and scrubbed hard, nothing seemed like a truly functional solution.  These metal doors feature all kind of crenelations and stippling all over their surfaces.  I couldn’t dig in with hours of effort on all 16 doors just to hopefully get the paint off.  But then, a breakthrough…

One spot on one of the frames started to show some good signs of flaking after I let things sit a bit longer.  I checked my notes, and it turns out this was a spot treated with Jasco Paint Stripper and Epoxy Remover.  So, the most caustic and formidable product I had was likely a big enough gun to fire at this problem!

If you have a project like this at home, I cannot stress enough just how dangerous this substance is.  It’s not going to eat away at your flesh like xenomorph blood… but it will not escape your notice if you get any on yourself.  Rinse it off quickly, lest you start to feel a burning sensation that won’t abate until you flush the area with water.

Wanting to maximize the effect of things, I prepared another hot bath and had some success with one test piece…

… then I started running the parts through it in 3 to 5 minute rounds each…

… basically I was taking doors off the front of the box and dropping them into the Jasco bath, and with each new door going in on one side of the tub, I’d pull one out of the queue from the other end.  It was like an assembly line.

I was of course disassembling all the other components from the doors as I removed them…

As I pulled the doors out of the Jasco solution and let them sit, the impact of the heated agitation was immediately obvious…

With the paint finally worked loose, I was able to use a wire brush to scrub it all away.  The deep grooves, the stippling, all of it came clean and revealed the wonderful original brass beneath.

I was thrilled to have finally stripped the metal clean of all that old paint.  But, of course, I didn’t want to leave the doors in this condition.  I wasn’t going to let caustic chemicals remain in the grooves and hinge crevices, etc.  So I put them back into another WD-40 bath to soak out all the remaining Jasco while I turned my attention to the next phase of the project.

It wasn’t just the gorgeous old brass doors that had been painted over.  The wood cabinet itself was a dull khaki color and had some government codes stamped on it.

As neat at that is, I was planning to use this as a display piece in our home and at an upcoming event.  So I knew this would have to be sanded down.  I love restoring old furniture, so this was well within my wheelhouse.

The belt sander and my sanding pad made short work of things.  Given all the small, curved surfaces I’ve restored in the past… it was beyond wonderful to simply have nice, flat boards to work with!

The only spots where paint was a little recalcitrant were the dado joints, since surfaces didn’t match up perfectly smoothly.  But a little extra effort got them into line.

Finally the entire wood was bare on all sides and even on the small slats in the middle.

I had started with 60 grit and then 100 grit paper, then I did a pass with 220 to prep the surface for staining.  I took a short break from this effort by getting all the brass doors out of the ultrasonic bath to pat them off and let them drain, then I applied the first coat of stain and brought the box inside to dry for the night.

That evening, I set about the task of re-pinning all of the lock cylinders.  I had cleaned, polished, and lubricated them all so it was really a treat to see how smoothly they started to function as I pinned them up.  I had all of my proper, working keys for the task on hand (the JMA blanks were a perfect fit, and the keys were originated on a Blitz 1200, if you’re curious) and a detailed pining sheet allowed me to progress through the task easily, as I listened to podcasts.

Because I didn’t want to mix up the locks once I had meticulously prepared them, I added my own numerical stamp codes to the rear sides of their housings.

Happy with the day’s work, I went to bed.  The next morning I awoke eager to keep at it, and that afternoon I was back downstairs and hauling the big box outside again for more stain.

With a second coat of stain applied, I had time to then begin re-assembling the individual brass doors.  I cleaned all the panes of glass (I was amazed that they had all survived and were intact when I purchased this piece) and I took care to not crack any of them now.

I reassembled the spring latch rods and fitted locks into their mounts.  The doors all worked like a charm.  🙂

Sixteen doors… all reassembled… all locks re-pinned… all lubricated… all brass clean and polished… it felt amazing, I won’t lie.

I went back outside and the second coat of stain had sufficiently dried enough to begin applying varathane satin clearcoat.  Things really started to look wonderful at that point.

I also took a look in my assorted oak board pile and found a piece suitable to become the back cover.  Some measurements and a quick run with the Skill saw had a decent board ready for stain and coating.  After letting things sit in the driveway for a time while I did other work, I hauled them all back inside and applied another coat of polyurethane.

Much later that night, just before going to bed around 2:30, I went all the way back downstairs to apply one more coat across everything and let it dry all through the night.  The next morning was going to be the start of assembly day.  🙂

My goal was always to have this piece feature a finished (and enclosed) back.  Both for display purposes but also so that it could function as a contest at upcoming events.  (You’ll see how… read on!)  I pulled an old Abloy Protec cam lock from a previous project box and took some measurements.  I then grabbed a 5/8″ Forstner bit and marked the two very close points on the wood where I would drill for a Double-D prep for the cam lock.

It was a perfect fit for the cam lock body… but I still opted to install a metal reinforcing plate anyway.  Because if something’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right.  (Or, worth over-doing, as some folk say when watching me work. 😉 )

The same care and attention was taken when mounting the hinges and hanging the back panel door.  Precision, careful attention to detail, and pilot holes ensured the wood wouldn’t split and everything would fit perfectly.

Now, the back panel was only going to be 1/2″ thick (I didn’t have any oak sheets in 3/4″ or 1″ at the time) and the brass screws that came with the hinges would have poked through (always an utterly frustrating thing to happen when you didn’t anticipate that!) so thankfully I saw that coming and took the time to trim down the screws which would drive into the back door.

With everything looking alright, it was time to hang the rear door.

A small metal reinforcing L-plate on the inside was sufficient to engage the Abloy cam with a nice, snug fit when the door is fully closed.

It was now — finally — time to re-install all the brass doors.  This was a moment I had really been waiting for, since I wanted very badly to see things all back in their proper place!

I can’t really say how satisfying it was to have this all back together and to see all the keys work as they should, front and back.

And there you have it!

Now, dear friends, our story could have simply ended there.  A fun and satisfying restoration project… yes, all well and good.  But you may recall that I told you at the outset how I had specifically envisioned a plan for this box back when I spotted it in the antique shop.

Let me first haul the completed unit all the way back up the stairs and place it by my bar so I can tell you the rest…

You see, from the outset, I thought that this would likely make an ideal bottle rack.

But my wife (even back when I first discussed the idea, as we were riding the ferry back from Port Townsend) knew better.  While this is a very cool idea for a wine and whisky storage solution, it is not nearly as practical as our wall-mounted rack for the former and my bar shelves for the latter.  The post box, quite frankly, doesn’t display enough of the bottles to allow easy selection.  The little windows merely show just enough to tantalize but not quite enough to actually inform someone.

But what if the aim was not to give someone the whole picture?  What if we want to tantalize and entice someone else with the hope of securing a bottle for themselves?

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the next lockpicking contest I will have at an upcoming hacker conference:  The Booze Box

Remember when I said I planned out the pinning and bitting chart with care?  I had a purpose in mind.  My plan is to stock this box with an array of 16 different bottles of wine and whisky — with simple, economical delights at the top and progressing to rare red varietals and single malts as one gets further down — and set it out for aspiring lockpickers and drinkers to see what they can open!

If you look through the little window and see a bottle is still present inside… you know no one has yet claimed it.  Try to pick the lock… if you get the door open, the bottle is yours!

I hope this all works out.  And even during the rest of the year when I’m not displaying this as a contest at hacker events, it will live in our home as a conversation piece and one more in a long line of restored furniture which I enjoy.

So there you have it!  I hope that you found this story to be a fun read.  May it inspire you to tackle projects of your own.

Go create something wonderful.


My wife owns a small blue ceramic bowl.  I was never the biggest fan of it, since it doesn’t quite coordinate with anything in our kitchen (everything on the counters in there is stainless steel or Kitchenaid’s empire red) but she really treasures it due to the history this piece has.  So it finds its way here and there in our home, offering a resting spot for little odds and ends.  At least, it did… until it cracked.

Now, Tarah and I are pretty vehement about getting rid of things.  For every new item we have ever acquired since we became a couple, I’m going to guess that we have shed at least ten other things.  But every once in a while, you just can’t let something go… even if it’s in need of repair.  We value mending as a skill and like to get more use of items when possible, but this has historically been relegated to repair of garments, electronics, or furniture.  Sewing, soldering, and either wood refinishing or welding are all solidly within our wheelhouse as far as skills go.  But neither of us had extensive experience with pottery repair.

Instead of trying to do a subtle and covert glue job on the handful of ceramic fragments from the broken bowl before us, Tarah asked me if I had heard of the Japanese process of Kintsugi.  I admitted I had not… but when I read about it, it pleased me.  From the article linked just there…


The practice [of Kintsugi] is related to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, which calls for seeing beauty in the flawed or imperfect.  The repair method was also born from the Japanese feeling of mottainai, which expresses regret when something is wasted, as well as mushin, the acceptance of change.


All of this is right up my alley, so when Tarah suggested we research methods for attempting this, I was instantly on board.  I checked with some folk among our local maker and hacker scene, but none of them had any insights to offer.  After some googling, however, it became apparent that some people have attempted a kludge-y method of this technique that simply involves mixing gold pigment into modern ceramic bonding glue.  We were game to try!


I purchased two simple supplies from Amazon… a tube of 3M ceramic adhesive and a jar of Jacquard gold pigment powder.  When they arrived, we simply re-created the steps that others had described in the occasional internet forum post:


1. Mix a dollop of the ceramic adhesive with a portion of the gold pigment.  How much?  Eh, the internet is non-specific.  We just sort of mixed in gold until there was a nice sheen and solid color but the adhesive did not appear to be turning into paste or otherwise losing its viscosity.

2. Load the gold adhesive gel into a baggie.  We just used our mixing toothpicks to spoon the gel into a zip-loc bag which was inverted.

3. Snip the end of the bag just a little bit on the corner.  Anyone who’s done cake decorating can see what’s coming next.

4. Squeeze the baggie to pipe the gold adhesive onto the seam of the pottery you’re attempting to repair.  You want good, even coverage so that when you press the pieces together they “splurp” just a little bit outside of the seam.  (That’s a scientific term, of course)

5. Press together the pieces you wish to repair, and use rubber bands to hold them in place.  NOTE – it is immensely easier to apply the rubber bands with a second person participating in the process with you.  I frankly can assure you that there would have been a lot more swearing and crumbling during failed attempts if I was trying this solo.

6. So there you go!  After about 4 to 6 hours the adhesive will be somewhat robust.  In my experience, it won’t totally set until at least 12, however… so let it stay there overnight.  Proceed cautiously, one crack at a time, and in the end you will hopefully be satisfied and happy with your DIY Kintsugi repair!  🙂


This tumultuous year, 2017, is drawing to a close.  Many of us have weathered the holiday season and have sat through the attendant family dinner table discussions that happen over Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, Christmas, and so on.  However, I’m told by many friends that this year something was different.  Yes, there was still the occasional deluded ranting from someone’s racist aunt or uncle who wants to share whatever MAGA-inspired hafefulness they read from FreedomEagle88 on Facebook.  “Yeah, Daryl, sure… Of course there will be another border wall going up very soon, and this time Canada will pay for it,” was possibly the type of conversation someone was forced to silently head-nod along with, as they watched their relative yammer on and ask people to change the channel to Fox News.

But, for many families, people saw something new in the holiday dinner conversations this year.

For perhaps the first time in as long as I can remember, a rising tide has been swelling and the waves have crashed over the rabble of reactionary and misogynistic voices of the past, drowning them out.  I’m talking about #MeToo.  I’m talking about Codes of Conduct at conferences.  I’m talking about the fact that for the first time in as long as I can remember… mainstream, everyday voices are loudly and clearly expressing support for victims and shedding a light of inquisition on the accused.

This sea change which has impacted the dinner table, the hometown newspaper, and even the corridors of power and influence is also notable among the hacker community.

We have seen abusers in the hacker community outed and accusations aired publicly instead of kept quiet.  Conferences which had previously been resistant to adopting Codes of Conduct are now leading the charge and engaging with the community to solidify policy language and better-educate the public about their commitment to keeping attendees safe.  These are important and changes and those in the hacker community who have driven these positive steps deserve thanks and appreciation.


But 2017 apparently isn’t going to go out quietly, it would seem.

Some of you have already seen the reports coming out of this year’s Chaos Communication Congress event, but for those who have not… here’s a quick rundown to get you up to speed:

  1. The CCC events are magical happenings of discovery, free association, hacking, and community building.  For many in the community, this is the “big” one that they look forward to attending every year.
  2. The CCC events also have, unfortunately, been one of the cornerstones for abusive behavior… a place where perhaps most-infamously Jake Appelbaum harassed and abused others for years without being stopped.
  3. The organizers of CCC have been resolute in their resistance to adopting a Code of Conduct despite the fact that it is long overdue, especially for an event with such a checkered past.  They have what they refer to as an “anti-harassment policy” but it is pretty toothless given that, as has always been the problem for events without a clear-cut and fully-featured CoC, there are no enforcement mechanisms or policies that speak to how they will keep attendees safe.
  4. In keeping with the CCC’s historical policy of “mediating chats [between] opponents” as opposed to taking action to expel abusers, we see yet another example of a badly mishandled report of abuse this year…
  5. Someone reported to CCC back in August that a documented, verified abuser was possibly considering attending the event this winter.  Ultimately, the CCC organizers ignored this information (and all of the police reports and other evidence) and have allowed the attacker to attend.  And they informed the victim on the eve of the event, after they had spent time and money traveling to Germany.
  6. Even now with public pressure mounting and more and more “are you kidding me?!” comments and “I will never attend CCC if they do not address this!” statements being aired by notable figures in the hacker community, the Chaos Communication Congress has taken the official position of, “We don’t want to get involved, we aren’t going to eject this accused person, and the decision is final.


To say that this is tone-deaf and ultimately self-defeating barely covers it.  I am deeply saddened that as a community we have to keep having this battle when people come forward with well-founded accusations against someone in our midst.  However, I understand why this happens.  I know… because I’ve seen it firsthand for myself.


Let me take you on a journey to Poland, back in 2013.

For a number of years, my associates and I were a mainstay at an event called CONFidence, run by the ProIdea crew.  We appeared as speakers, we ran hands-on workshops and lockpicking tables, and ultimately we created an immersive, live-action game that took participants on a frenzied journey through hacking and shooting challenges.

While my team and I were present in 2013 to run this contest, an incident occurred on the eve of the conference, after the speaker/organizer dinner at a local restaurant.  Accusations were leveled against Fernando Gont by Georgia Weidman (both of whom were invited to speak at CONFidence that year*) after an encounter in a hotel room.  I want to be as clear as possible about my beliefs regarding how events unfolded that year:  I do not think the accusation was responded to properly.  I do not like that the victim was not shown adequate support.  And I feel personal regret for any role I played in the matter.

Yes, I include myself in the landscape of errors which took place in Krakow that summer.  As a notable figure within the hacker community (and because of the fact that I was an American and thus more personally known to the other American speakers at the event) the organizers as well as the victim both turned to me for support at the time.  And, being totally untrained and ignorant of how to best approach the situation, I was only able to offer unhelpful blank stares and what amounted to little more than a hug and “can I get you anything?” statements.

I offered the same statements we’ve all heard so many times before:

  1. “I wasn’t there when anything happened” (my team and I were not staying at the conference hotel, but rather in another part of the city) and
  2. “I had heard that the local authorities were handling the matter, so wasn’t that the right course of action?”


Looking back on it, I regret that my ignorance of how matters like these unfold made me a very imperfect ally and an unhelpful friend at the time.  Of course, now we know better.  As a society (and as a community) we now know that victims shouldn’t be put in a position where they are compelled to make difficult decisions and be responsible for how incidents are investigated during a time when they are hurt and feeling vulnerable.  (This is best seen in the myriad ways that event organizers will ask a victim “what do you want us to do?” or “what do you think the proper response should be?” etc, etc.)

I also allowed myself to be pulled into a Twitter debate over the “merits” of the conflicting accounts and I spoke unkindly to the parties involved.  I allowed my own desire to not be a part of a divisive situation to undermine my ability to act in support of others.  (This is often seen in the “this sounds like a problem between the two of you… leave me out of this” type of statements that organizers as well as other community members will make when they want to see a distressing incident simply “go away.”)

The event put up a blog post afterwards, wherein they offered many of the same sanitized statements that we have heard in one form or another regarding previous incidents elsewhere.  “We verified that both hotel security and the local police were responding to the situation,” the organizers remarked. They asserted that they were “providing all possible support to both of the parties involved in this matter.”  They went on to state, “We handled all logistical arrangements to ensure that they would not be obligated to have any further contact with each other, we continued to serve as a liaison between them and the Polish authorities, and we have offered to do whatever is necessary in order to help them resolve this matter.”


It is a response written in corporate-speak, and one which makes it sound like the matter is resolved… at least to corporate ears.  But the response that spring in Poland utterly failed to provide support to the victim and failed to address the incident in the same way that the Chaos Communication Congress is failing to handle things right now.

Passing the buck to local police authorities and then taking the position of “we’ve done all we can, now please leave us out of it” has been recognized time and time again as an inadequate response, and one which usually continues to harm the victim while letting the accused party off virtually scot-free.  Now, I get it… I really do.  I was there** when the organizers*** took this position.  Looking back, I see how easy it was for everyone to fall into the trap of “the police should handle this” as they throw up their hands.  However, passing serious accusations along to local authorities should be the start of the response process, not the end of it.  No one is suggesting that conferences have the same powers of investigation and response as law enforcement, but they still have a duty to consider evidence and take any steps possible to protect their attendees.

The actions of the Chaos Communication Congress have been very lacking in this regard.  Their response to this incident has been to…

  1. Ask the victim to provide evidence of their attacker’s actions
  2. Privately consider the evidence without asking for further input or help from experts
  3. Position the victim before a panel who seems to have been openly contemptuous of her claims and who directly dismissed the evidence being turned over to them
  4. Ultimately land on the “we don’t know what to do, so please leave us out of this” position… and tell both the victim and the accuser that they may attend.  Which, of course, continues to punish the victim while absolving their attacker of any responsibility or consequences.


The victim is not the only one harmed by this response.  The community as a whole is hurt.  And this will continue to be the case, with more people put at risk and bad actors not forced out of the scene, as long as we allow corporate-style thinking and passing the buck to take place when reports of wrongdoing surface.

I wish to truly apologize for any part I played all those years ago in an event’s failure to adequately respond to an accusation.

The organizers of the Chaos Communication Congress should apologize for the the way that they are failing the community now.



So, How Should Events Respond to Incidents?

There is no shortage of people expressing everything from chagrin to outrage over the manner in which the organizers of CCC are handling this situation.  (I am not familiar with anyone, actually, who has yet come out in defense of their decision in this matter.  Please forward me any news of that if you’ve seen such comments.)

However, amid this tidal wave of criticism being directed at the Chaos Communication Congress for doing basically everything wrong, it may be beneficial to take a moment to explore what conferences should do if they wish to get things right.  What training, plans, and policies should an event adopt if they are seeking to build a meaningful, useful toolkit which will help them address incidents that come up?  What ground work should organizers lay as a foundation in order to keep their attendees safe?

I am not an expert in this field, but I have run several conferences and events of varying size and can speak to the bare minimum preparation that organizers should undertake.  These are just considered the minimum best practices.  Speaking with subject matter experts and seeking outside advice and counsel from other sources is recommended.


Emergency Contacts

Every event organizer should research and prepare a list of contact information, at minimum, for their venue security, local police, nearest emergency room, local crisis centers or counselors, and have some means of summoning and directing transportation options for others.

Specifically, do you know the head of security for your selected hotel or meeting space?  Do you know their actual name or do you just have an office extension or email address?  Do you know if they work a regular shift?  What happens if the hour is late and they’re not on duty?  Do they have subordinate staff who will respond right away?  If your conference is particularly large, consider reaching out to your local police precinct before your event.  Ask them about the best means of reporting an incident quietly and through proper channels… lest you be left with no other option than to simply dial 911 and be routed through a variety of switchboards only to ultimately have two patrol officers with no specific crisis training appear in a marked cruiser with their lights flashing.  Do you know directions to the closest hospital with an Emergency Room?  Have you researched local facilities that specialize in counseling people who are facing mental health crises or sexual trauma?  Are their staff available at all hours or is an alternate contact line necessary during the night?  Lastly, consider provisioning something like a Lyft account on certain staff members’ phones with payment cards already configured so that your event can summon hassle-free transportation as needed to or from the venue, to local emergency care, etc.

Prepare all of this information in advance of your event and share it with your staff members as part of their orientation.


Instruct All Staff on How to Process Reported Incidents

You will not likely have the opportunity to train all of your staff on every detail of handling incidents (especially if your staff consists partially of volunteers) but at a minimum they should be instructed to…

  • reassure victims that they are being heard and supported
  • offer victims a safe and private location to discuss what happened
  • not “push” victims into divulging more information than they are comfortable sharing or taking actions they do not want to
  • ask victims “is there someone you want here with you?” and assist them in fetching this other trusted party
  • take notes and establish a written record of incidents as soon as possible when they are reported (if the victim is comfortable with it, written notes can be taken during the reporting process itself)
  • if everyone is presently physically safe, involve law enforcement or security only at a victim’s request
  • offer to inconspicuously escort (or immediately find a suitable escort) the victim to the next most appropriate location to which they want to proceed.  (NOTE – even very small events should be able to provision at least one person for such duty to ensure the safety of attendees as necessary.  If “escorting someone for the next 20 to 30 minutes” is a burden upon your event met with concerns of “but then who will run the T-Shirt sales?” or “I was able to take this report from you but I have to remain here to monitor the radios” then your event did not plan for adequate staff.)


Do Not Ask Victims for Advice on How To Proceed

Do not burden victims further with emotional or logistical work.   A great deal can be said about this but it should be thought of as framing all interactions with the victim as, “We are preparing to follow-up by doing such-and-such, are you OK with that?” as opposed to, “Do you want us to do such-and-such in order to address this?” or, even worse, “What do you think should happen next?”

Imagine if someone were to visit an Emergency Room.  They walk in from the vestibule with a deep laceration on their arm and approach the triage nurse.  They say, “Oh my gosh!  I’m bleeding pretty badly here!”  The ER staff will immediately assess the situation and then spring into action, using all of the tools and training (which they had already prepared in advance) to best attend to this person’s needs as efficiently and professionally as possible.  What the ER will staff not do is have a few nurses, orderlies, and maybe a doctor stand there in a semi-circle and ask in a desultory tone, “So what do you think should be done about this?”

“I’m bleeding here!” the patient might respond again… can you please help?  Stop the bleeding!” is all they can muster.  “Well,” one of the nurses says, “did you do anything in particular to cause this wound?  You aren’t one of those people who juggles knives, are you?”  A doctor perhaps reaches into a drawer and comes over, holding gauze and some suture thread.  “I can press some gauze and quick clot down on it right away if you want this stopped quickly.  Or, i can stitch you up.  That might take a little longer, but could be more effective.  What do you think you’d prefer us to try first?”

Can you imagine this taking place in an Emergency Room?  Of course not.  Because, we all recognize that during a moment of crisis, an individual who has suffered a trauma like this should not be burdened with making their own decisions in that instant.  They are most likely not in the best position or headspace to judge exactly what actions should be taken and this is precisely why they have turned to other people — people whose role is to have more training and preparation — to execute on addressing the issue.  Now, good bedside manner dictates that the hospital staff would be wise to keep the patient informed as to what is taking place (“in a situation like this, we really need to get some disinfectant on the wound.  It is likely to sting, but only for a second.  I’m going to swab it with this alcohol pad now… ready?”) but at no time should the patient be burdened with deciding what is going to happen next.  The only decision that rests with the victim in that moment should be whether they are consenting to the care being provided.

Perhaps an example of a near-perfect response to a hypothetical reported incident at an event would be the following:

OK, I am understanding that you have had a specific individual following you around during the whole event, sitting near you during talk track sessions, and ignoring your desires for them to leave you alone.

In accordance with our policies, we’re going to have them come speak with us in a private meeting room and we’ll be informing them that it’s been reported that they are breaking the rules of our event by harassing someone else in attendance.  We aren’t going to mention you by name, nor will we confirm your identity if they ask.

We are going to make it clear that this behavior is not acceptable and that it has to stop.  If they continue to follow you around or wind up next to you at parties, please let us know immediately.

Are you OK with us following-up on this?  Where would you like us to escort you right now?  Do you have a safe place you can go and any trusted friends whom we can have escort you there or meet you there?  What is the best medium through which we can get in touch with you later?

We are so sorry that this has happened to you at our event.  This is not what we stand for or want to see from our community.


Have Specialized Staff who Act On Reported Incidents

While any staff member (or even a monitored email inbox or phone line) can process incoming incident reports, it should be the duty of specific, designated staff members to respond to them.  Have a specific point person (or persons) who are responsible for enforcing your event’s Code of Conduct.  Ideally, such persons would have at least a modicum of crisis intervention training or counseling training.

Incoming reports of any harassment or incident should be passed along to these specific staff members (if the situation permits, such specialized staff may be brought in during the initial time of report-taking when a victim has come forward) for handling in accordance with your event’s policies.  The dedicated staff member should do their best to conduct an investigation and then determine what ramifications, up to and including possible expulsion, are merited.


Investigation of Accusations

Ask the victim if there they are aware of any witnesses to what took place.  Do not burden them with heaps of additional logistical work in tracking down such people if possible.  If the individual reporting the incident knows roughly who the other witnesses may be, make the effort to seek them out through channels available to you.

It is also appropriate to speak to the accused party.  It is recommended that this be done in a place of privacy and safety much like the one afforded to the reporting party when they made their initial statements.  (Care should be taken, of course, to not have these two parties cross paths when escorting them in or out of such a space.  The accused party may not be entitled to immediately know the identity of the reporting party right away.  This is not essential to your investigation.)  When speaking to the accused, ask about their own version of events and if they have their own witnesses who may offer a different account.

Most of all, an event should do their best to seek out impartial 3rd party witnesses (but in doing so organizers should do their best to not broadcast the nature of the incident too widely or share private details of what transpired or what has been reported.  One might simply seek, say, a group who was dining at an adjacent table and state to them, “We had a report of a small disturbance earlier, were you eating here at this booth 20 minutes ago?  May we ask if you witnessed anything out of the ordinary?”)

Regarding the “no one else witnessed it” problem… this is perhaps the biggest hurdle over which many event organizers stumble, and stumble badly.  An incident may have taken place in a private space, or off-site, or perhaps even long before your conference was scheduled to take place.  If there are no other witnesses to corroborate any party’s account of what transpired, let these two rules guide you:

  1. Any additional evidence, even if it is imperfect, may be considered
  2. No one says you have to get things 100% right immediately, but err on the side of protecting people


Understand that you, as a private event, are not held to the same standards of evidence as police investigators or the court system.  You do not have to reach any specific standard regarding “reasonable doubt” or “admissibility” and the like.  Even if the evidence available to you would not be sufficient to have a judge grant an order of protection or for a prosecutor to bring criminal charges against a perpetrator… you, as the organizer of a private event, absolutely have the right to follow through with whatever ramifications (up to and including expulsion) that you feel would best serve the safety of the victim and the community.


On Ramifications and Expulsion

Part of the responsibilities you are choosing to shoulder by organizing a public event is the duty to enforce your Code of Conduct, and this may mean taking action against individuals who act badly.  Before you open your doors and before any incident has ever been brought to your attention, your organization should have:

  • A written policy on how warnings are given to alleged perpetrators who transgress your Code of Conduct
  • A practice of centrally-recording and documenting warnings so that it is known if someone has already been spoken to
  • A written policy concerning how many warnings an individual may be afforded before being asked to leave (to ensure consistent enforcement)
  • A policy that also takes into account patterns of behavior, off-site actions, and other factors which may not have been part of official, reported on-site incidents but which speak to whether an attendee is committed to behaving well or behaving badly
  • Acknowledgement that a single serious or deliberate offense can move someone past the phase of being issued “warnings” and potentially result in immediate expulsion
  • A written policy that explains how attendees who have been expelled may be reimbursed or may appeal this ruling, if they disagree with the nature of the enforcement

If people are gathering together at an event which you are organizing, you have a responsibility to them and to the community.  Prepare for incidents before they ever happen and instruct your staff on how to treat everyone with respect and kindness so that victims are supported and ramifications for rule-breaking are enforced fairly and consistently.

Much in the same way that we as a community have stood up and said “if you can’t follow a Code of Conduct, you don’t belong at an event” we should also acknowledge that if people can’t commit to planning for the safety of attendees at their event adequately, they shouldn’t be running one.






* At the time, the names of the parties involved were made public on Twitter and through a series of blog posts, but they are being repeated here only after asking Georgia if this would be ok to do while retelling this account.

** Full Disclosure: I believe I may have actually been among the first individuals to see the event’s statement of response to this incident.  As a native English speaker, I was shown a preliminary draft of the text and wound up providing grammar and wording corrections to the organizers.  At the time, I had stated that I was considering blogging about the whole matter myself, but I never did.  It feels pretty shitty, I have to admit, that the only “official” statement out there regarding what happened is written in this sanitized language.

*** Additional Full Disclosure: While I don’t typically disclose internal business matters, I must acknowledge that the last time my team and I worked with ProIdea, a number of invoices were left unfulfilled and we are still owed money from the event organizers.  It’s been years and therefore sadly it is money we don’t honestly ever expect to collect, but I simply want to be up front about this so that no one attempts to levee accusations of “Deviant is looking back on this with a new viewpoint simply because that event didn’t pay their bills.”  That is not the case.  I am looking back on this incident with fresh eyes and new views because my own understanding of these kinds of incidents has grown thanks to the efforts of so many in the community who have spent time educating others about victimization, harassment, and the abusers who have hidden among our ranks for far too long.

This post is a direct follow-up to my previous blog entry, wherein I discussed parallels between the hacker community (of which I am a part) and the sex work community (where I have many friends).  I offered the notion that both worlds consist mainly of people who are often misunderstood (and thus feared) by “mainstream” society… and this leads to everything from bad journalism to bad legislation.

While that previous entry was inspired by something that was said by the erudite firebrand Maggie McNeill, this post is inspired by commentary by the illustrious Mistress Matisse.  Matisse and some of her other colleagues were discussing a topic that had gained a surprising bit of momentary traction in the press: whether laws prohibiting sex work could be found to be unconstitutional.  “Given the inherent privacy and self-determination rights (specifically, sexual freedoms) codified by the Supreme Court in Lawrence v. Texas and other related landmark decisions, wouldn’t the right to engage in paid sexual acts extend to the full spectrum of sex work?” was the argument being made by scholars and lawyers.  “Even now,” people were commenting, “we allow actors to work in the adult film industry.  We allow in-person exotic performances, even ones involving lascivious bodily contact… isn’t the argument all just a matter of degree?”

Matisse and others (Maggie weighed in on the topic as well, of course, on Twitter and elsewhere) spoke enthusiastically in support of such level-headed interpretations of the law, and many in the trade talked aloud of how decriminalization has been a long-term goal of the sex work industry for ages now.  This, naturally, sparked pointed criticism of some of the media reporting… specifically, where pundits were speaking out in favor of “legalizing” sex work.

I won’t allow us to get bogged down in debating whether the following words are the best choices to represent the concepts being approached, but for quite some time now, when speaking about marginalized or underground economies, two similar-sounding terms have been earmarked as a means of discussing two very distinct and divergent concepts or proposals…

Decriminalization – Often thought of as “getting the police and the government out of the picture” with the aim to reduce harm, “decriminalization” is imagined by most as a system where criminal penalties are removed from specific statutes and people are free to conduct themselves as they wish… in this case, the buying or selling of sexual services could be conducted openly, without fear of prosecution and jail time.

Legalization – This is often contrasted with the above by calling it “getting the police out of the picture, but inviting government in.”  Consider what has happened to the cannabis trade in places like Colorado and my current home state of Washington.  Legalization has indeed removed most penalties previously associated with marijuana, but now this industry, its workers, and even its customers are faced with a litany of new rules and regulations to be followed.  Failure to adhere to them can still result in hefty fines or even jail time.

Many articles, especially on blogs and sites focused on the sex work industry, have discussed these two differing terms at length.

The general public often will either (a) not care all that much about the distinction being made in this entire argument or (b) will — for a variety of pearl-clutchy reasons — come down on the side of “legalization” as the best solution when a previously-underground market is being brought into the light.

I am not without sympathy for the viewpoints expressed by such citizens.  If we get past much of the useless “think of the children!” hysteria, we can uncover a variety of valid concerns.  People are curious how society can serve the very valid interest of protecting workers and customers in a field that has historically relied on secrecy and clandestine behavior.  “With all this being brought into the light,” people will ask in genuine desire to help others, “don’t we want to be extra certain that everything is on the up-and-up now?”  Similarly, another valid discussion point (which applies equally well to both the drug trade and the world of sex work) focuses on the fact that when relegated to the underground, clients and providers would take extra steps to validate one another for reasons of safety.  Without the police or the formal system of law to shield them from harm, those who transact with one another would use additional caution if they wanted to avoid bad consequences.  If a trade such as this is decriminalized, the pressure to know and verify details about the other party will diminish.  Lowering the barrier to interaction can make sellers or buyers less inclined to develop close relationships based on routine and ongoing commerce… potentially leading to fraud or unsafe product/services/etc.  I will not state that these arguments are wholly without merit.

However, I will push back against the notion that heaps of new government regulations and pages of new bills from lawmakers are the only appropriate answer to such concerns.

My previous post drew parallels between sex workers and a community to which I am tied: hackers.  This post will draw a different connecting thread, comparing sex work to another trade where I have experience and deep connections: locksmithing.

Hear me out.

Locksmiths have a wide range of knowledge that can be used for good or for ill.  They possess and carry tools which concern others.  “We don’t want just anybody claiming to be a locksmith!” some people may shout.  “There must be regulation of this industry!”  Anyone familiar with (or who has actually started) small businesses will know that over-regulation is a manifold problem, and it manifests itself possibly nowhere more powerfully than in the realm of occupational licensing.

We don’t have to look far to see the litany of jobs that require a stamp of approval from the state, and which are hampered by demands of compliance with scores of bureaucratic red tape.  Beauticians, food vendors, electricians, plumbers, even performance artists… you needn’t look far to find examples of over-regulation many fields.  Would it surprise you, then, to learn that locksmithing is markedly not subject to licensing and other such business red tape in many jurisdictions?  Oh, don’t get me wrong, plenty of cities require locksmiths to be certified, licensed, bonded, etc… but this is not the norm everywhere.

How, then, do customers know they are dealing with a reputable person?  How are the streets not utterly filled with unscrupulous individuals who are trading as locksmiths without the knowledge and intention to do right by others?  Well, these are actually problems that exist.  But the solution is not primarily found at the hands of government.  Instead, the industry has for over half a century now taken up the task of regulating themselves.

The Associated Locksmiths of America (ALOA) has existed since 1955, and does a very admirable job of safeguarding the public by establishing recognized, mutually-agreed, and well-researched policies that its members must follow.  Numerous other skilled trades have similar professional societies.  While many in the locksmithing industry do support some forms of protectionism and are in favor of government licenses, most are perfectly happy to run their own enterprise and maintain their ALOA number by means of professional education, adherence to industry best practices, and keeping their customers satisfied.

If you are in need of the services of a locksmith, it’s not difficult to ensure you’re hiring someone reputable.  You needn’t look in their shop for a frilly-edged piece of paper printed out at town hall.  Simply ask them their name and business designation, then verify their information on the ALOA web site.

I am curious if such a solution could be applied just as easily to the world of sex work, once the time of decriminalization finally arrives.

I feel that such a system could overcome many hurdles that result in debates reaching an impasse when decrim vs legalize is on the table for discussion.  Take, for example, the “health and safety” concerns voiced by so many.  “We must have a system of regulation and licensing,” say many in the pro-legalization camp, “otherwise what is to stop the spread of sexually transmitted infection and other attendant risks that come with multiple sexual partners?”  Ask people actually in the field of sex work, however, and you will hear them routinely speak out against mandatory medical obligations and record-sharing with the government.

A professional trade organization might be able to address this, no?

If a sex worker complies with a series of best practices — as defined by the industry itself, not a list of regulations concocted on the desk of a government functionary far-removed from this world — then they could conceivably be issued a stamp of approval (and associated member number) in that professional society.  Potential customers researching amorous encounters could look for this seal of approval much in the same way that persons locked out of their home would for years check for the ALOA insignia in the yellow pages.  Customer complaints and concerns would be managed by the industry itself… with the aim of increasing everyone’s safety in order to ensure satisfaction and repeat business.  (Insert your own “Better Blowjob Bureau” joke here if you wish)

And those who might opt to not pursue membership and accreditation in such a professional society?  They wouldn’t have to face penalties and fines, in my view… they would only have to bear any market consequences that might come with possible loss of customers or business reputation.  And that’s entirely their choice.

I am not saying that this is the right solution.  I am sure there are plenty of variables in this equation of which I’m unaware.  I plan to ask many people I know who are sex workers about this topic and I hope to learn more.

Regardless of whether or not this would be accepted by all parties, I hope we can keep this conversation going.  I would hope that we all might remain open to the notion that society doesn’t have to immediately involve city hall every time a previously-outlawed commodity becomes available for sale to the general public.

That applies to pot as much as to pleasure.

This is a post to all of my family in the hacker community.  But it is not about hackers nor is it about hacking.

Rather, this post is inspired by the illustrious and erudite Maggie McNeill, who on Friday the 13th made her customary statement regarding allies & the need to speak out for those whose voices deserve amplification.  She describes this day, whenever it falls on the calendar, as “the day I ask people who aren’t themselves sex workers to stand up for us.”

You may find it remarkable that someone in the industry would make such a statement.  Perhaps you are even surprised that this woman would publicly identify as a courtesan, as opposed to “shamefully” keeping this part of her life cloaked in mystery and secrecy.  Allow me to (hopefully) open a few minds.  The hacker community should not feel significant surprise were I to reveal to you that — shocker — an often-misunderstood subculture existing “outside” of many of society’s norms is frequently the subject of unnecessary and undeserved scorn and criticism.


“A hacker convention?!?” the old fellow gasped, ostensibly to his elderly wife but also loud enough so that everyone else in the elevator could hear him. “What’s next?  Will this hotel hold an ax-murderer convention soon??”  This is a story related by Thorn, an old friend of mine who attended the earliest ShmooCon conferences with us.  In the elevator of the Wardman Park Marriott in Washington, DC, he was answering a little old couple’s query as to why so many individuals with unconventional attire and particularly strident-colored hair were present in one of the most posh and upstanding hotels within our nation’s capital.  Upon his frank and uncompromising answer, “we’re all here for the hacker convention,” the two looked appalled.  Their comment, delivered perhaps somewhat in jest but clearly rooted in skepticism and trepidation, made it clear that they had been fed a steady diet of fear and contempt by the mass media when it came to hackers.  Naturally, one would presume that they had never (knowingly) befriended or even spoken to one.

I do not know what transpired after that, but presumably the old couple made haste to their room and possibly searched for diversion (or even alternate accommodation) elsewhere in the city… which is a shame, given that they would have had the perfect opportunity to speak with and even start to understand some real, non-scary hackers if they had just sat in the hotel bar and met others from the conference.


Sex workers face many of the same stigmas that hackers do.  In addition to being misunderstood by the general public so often that they may choose to not even self-identify publicly unless they are in “safe” environments and surrounded by their own kind, the mainstream portrayal of such groups of people is riddled with the most ostentatious and over-blown stereotypes.  Don’t believe me?  Point your internet tube at just a few google image searches.

If we search for the word “hacker” what are we going to see for the results?

That’s right.  Black hoodies and balaclavas everywhere.  The stock image sites are among the worst offenders, as always.  But that’s what editors (and, by extension, their readership) sees in their mind when they hear the word “hacker.”  By and large, we are seen as scary, malicious, and out to cause mayhem.

Let’s try a google image search for “prostitute” now (forgive the use of a vulgar and deprecated term… but you’ll see where I’m going with this in a moment.)

Is it much of a surprise to anyone that the trope of the “at-risk street walker” is far-and-away the most returned image?  (Again, most notably, by the stock image photo sites.)

I put it to you that the “prostitutes” in these photos are no more representative of the sex work population than the “hackers” in the earlier images are of our own community.  For a taste of balance and a bit more realism, what happens if we were to put our thumb on the scale and tilt Google’s results more in the realm of actual human beings?

For instance, how about a search for “hacker space”…

In addition to showing some cool project workbenches, this search query actually shows what real hackers look like.  That is to say, they are just typical people (although often with above-average intelligence, which many times manifests itself as a lack of desire to play by the rules or be bound into systems that are artificially limiting or oppressive.)

Instead of a loaded term like “prostitute” or “hooker” let’s look at the google image results for “sex worker”…

And now yet again, we see a much more realistic representation of this population.  While we still sometimes see the “red light district” style of imagery, many of these results are much more human in their representation.  These aren’t caricatures or two-dimensional abstracts… these are real, genuine people.  They are concerned with the happiness and safety of others, as well as of themselves.


And that is where the real parallel in this narrative lives, my friends.

How many hackers bemoan the news when a legislator (who has no literacy in technology) proposes legislation to weaken encryption or allow censorship on the internet?  How many times do we pull our hair out while discussing the latest scare tactics used by police or Congress as they demonize our community and push for tighter regulation and stiffer penalties?  The CFAA, the DMCA, the Wassenaar controls… all of these were written by outsiders who feared our community but don’t know the first thing about our community.

Sex workers face the exact same uphill battle.

How many of you have heard about new technologies (or even new groups of cyber-experts in our own industry) designed to fight the “growing scourge of human trafficking” or something similar?  There are no shortage of politicians lining up to get in front of news cameras as they decry a vaguely-defined problem, offer no hard evidence, and then propose silver-bullet solutions that will deeply impact an entire community without ever actually speaking to that community.


Hackers and sex workers are equally and simultaneously victims of respectability politics on the part of our legislators.  It’s a tired but reliable formula that delivers votes at the ballot box and tax dollars to law enforcement efforts…

  1. Choose a marginalized group of “outsiders” who already have a stigma in the minds of the general public (see our google searches earlier)
  2. Whip up public panic using sensationalist headlines and pearl-clutching testimony by well-dressed politicos
  3. Exclaim loudly that “if only people cared enough about the future we’re building for our children” things could be different
  4. Propose new laws.  NOTE – new legislation will always tighten a noose, it is never acceptable to reduce government power or regulation
  5. Decry and shout-down any detractors as criminals and a “bad influence”
  6. If detractors are well-read, highly-published academics who are part of the very group being targeted by new laws, smear them as no better than their worst hardened criminal peers with no redeeming qualities.  If they still do not remain silent, target them for arrest or harassment within the corridors of any “legitimate” vocation they may have
  7. Pass new laws that make the broader public nod their heads in silent (and mildly disinterested) assent
  8. No matter what the new laws were ostensibly supposed to accomplish… crack down on the young, on the poor, and on minorities… like always
  9. Trot out the occasional “major victory” by law enforcement.  The actual community of experts will decry among themselves how such “victories” accomplish nothing (and often are smoke-and-mirror cases with no merit or factual basis at all) but the general public will remark in a vague sort of way “oh yeah, i saw something on the evening news about that major bust the cops did a few months back” when the topic comes up at Thanksgiving.


The next time someone tells you that they have “heard about a new project to help curb human trafficking” I would like you to imagine that, instead, they have just told you about a “new government encryption key escrow that will help us fight terrorism.”  Our response should always be to ask the following questions…

  1. How many actual experts in the industry have you consulted with when developing this new framework or policy (yes, that means talking to actual, real, live hackers or sex workers!)
  2. What did these experts say?  (Seek out broad community opinion, as opposed to cherry-picked, press-ready statements by individual lapdogs.  What are their Twitter or Facebook groups saying and posting and re-tweeting?  What does an account like @EFF or @DEFCON or @mattblaze… or @SWOPUSA or @belledejour_uk or @whoresofyore have to say about it?)
  3. What specific, measurable result is such a proposal allegedly trying to achieve?  If it can be proven that this result will not be attained or if is later demonstrated that new laws or policies are not achieving the goal, will the proponents rescind their support?  If not, why not?


Respectability politics is what undermines the safety and indeed even the legitimacy of marginalized groups.  Mitch McConnell may be comfortable wearing little nerd glasses and likes to portray himself as a policy wonk, but he would never speak in the Senate quoting facts from “known hackers.”  Kamala Harris wants to be seen as a voice for women in leadership, but she would never deign to sully her pearl necklace and pants suit by appearing in a photograph next to a “known sex worker” offering up testimony about harm reduction.

And every one of us who plays into the mainstream narrative when the topic turns to “underground” communities gives these people their power.  Scoffing at the new hire at your firm who “dresses like a goth” even though your network has never been safer or running more smoothly… or telling friends and relatives that you loved your recent trip to Amsterdam “but assuredly we didn’t hang out in the red light district” to keep up appearances at the dinner table… all of these and so many other little stabs are harmful in myriad ways.  And often they are some of the worst examples of punching down that you can do.


Instead of that, I invite you all to extend a hand to those whom you do not understand.  If you’re going to swing a punch, aim up and rattle those in the corridors of power who want your fear and your applause when they grandstand and moralize.  Most of all, offer plenty of social and political cover to your peers and your friends… if they tell you that they attended a “hacker con” over the weekend, don’t shush them in front of the boss or try to characterize it as an “information security conference” instead.  Ask how they found this event; ask what they learned.  If a relative tells you they are friends with a sex worker (or, hell, even if they discuss having hired a sex worker) do not look away awkwardly or change the subject… ask them about their new friend.  Ask how they met; ask what they’re like.  Beneath all the hyperbole and stereotyping, people are all people… genuine, human people.


“Well our company would never hire a hacker,” says a clueless tech executive… unaware that they likely already have.  Think of that ignorant statement the next time you hear someone say, “well, I would never sleep with a hooker.”  Heh, chances are — if they have a typical, healthy sex life — they already have at some point and just didn’t know it.

Of course if people want to parse words they will explain that what they really are trying to signal is that they’ve “never paid for sex” and therefore they are morally superior.  Spoiler alert: everybody pays for sex.  Sometimes folk simply choose to know exactly how much they’re paying, and opt to do so up front.

You think no employee your SOC has ever developed exploit code or utilized a rootkit when testing the security of your network to make you safer? Heh, whatever helps you sleep at night.

I am friends with many sex workers, just as I am friends with many hackers.  Many have broken laws.  Virtually none of them would ever wish harm upon others.  All of them want to simply live their lives.  Help them.  Help by listening, by sticking up for them, hell… by hiring them!

Most of all, the next time someone has a very unhealthy and wrong-headed notion of what is means to be a hacker or to be a sex worker, push back against that.  Ride the elevator a few extra floors, don’t change the dinner table subject to the NFL right away… politely but firmly, ask if the speaker actually personally knows any of these individuals about whom they have formed such opinions.

If they don’t, encourage them to change that.  And if you yourself don’t, let changing that be your first step.

A twitter discussion the other day sprang up when I started asking folk about wallets.  Specifically, I didn’t like how every wallet I’ve ever owned has stacked ALL of my cards and other personal effects on top of one another.  My current wallet — which contains a credit card, a Costco card, a transit card, my license, my safe technician ID, my medical insurance card, and some other small effects — had become uncomfortable and it was time for a change.

I took out my little aprox-o-meters and actually measured it.  It comes to just over 28mm (over 1″) in thickness.  That’s a lot of displacement for one ass cheek.

Hence the discussion online, wherein I asked, “why isn’t there a wallet out there which will arrange card slots in a 2×2 formation when it’s open, so that ultimately when you close it and have it in your pocket, it’s considerably thinner!?

I wanted to find a wallet something like this, which I quickly photoshopped to make my point…


Well, lo and behold, the good lord internet doth provide.  A number of people suggested some offerings (and once I started my amazon searches, other similar products began appearing as suggested results, as well.)  I ordered basically all of them, with an eye to checking them out, seeing what I liked, and returning all the others.

Here are the results…


The Big Skinny Leather Hipster Wallet

Despite having the word “hipster” in the name, I gave this one a shot.  I like that the card configuration is just as I was expecting.  It also features a divided back pouch (the bill area) so that I can continue to organize multiple currencies like I usually do.  (I’m OCONUS so often and it really helps to keep my USD separated from whatever local currency I’m carrying.)  In addition to the four visible pockets (which are just four pockets… no extra slots or organizing dividers there) there is a little more room beneath the “right” side card pockets which I can use for photos or other items slightly larger than a credit card.

This wallet is 4.5mm thick when empty.


The SlimFold Softshell Wallet

This one isn’t leather, but I was willing to check it out.  It also has a rather unique “long” layout of the cards in a 4×1 pattern when the wallet is open. That can help accommodate some larger pieces of paper like airline and train boarding passes.  Ultimately, while I did think the material was cool (and awesomely breathable!) this wallet shot itself in the foot VERY badly by including thick, solid, clear plastic inside of its construction.  Not just for the “viewing window” but throughout the ENTIRE back of the wallet.  I suppose this was to give it some kind of structure and rigidity… but you know what ELSE does that for a wallet?  All of the stuff you put into it.  I can’t imagine someone honestly thought, “hey, without a big hunk of plastic running through this whole thing, the entire wallet might just crumple up and blow away like dried leaves!” The double-slot organizers were nice, but ultimately because of the ridiculously unnecessary plastic in the back, the wallet was effectively no thinner than the Big Skinny.

This wallet is 4.49mm thick when empty.


The Slim Original by Allet

This wallet also has construction using modern synthetic fabrics, but it has a leather exterior.  By using two materials, you’d think it would have the best of both worlds… but somehow this model manages to be thicker than the ones preceding.  I do like the construction very much, but its features were a little bit lacking to me.  The internal pockets felt very “slippery” and I could imagine losing cards or photos easily when flipping this open.  No pocket has a viewing window… not a deal breaking feature for me (I don’t keep my license visible anyway.  I use the viewing style windows for a photo of Tarah and I) but it might matter to some folk.  This wallet does have the divided bill area (part of what makes it thicker up top) but it lacks the large “extra” pocket in the main area that the Big Skinny has.  For all those reasons, it comes up a little short for me.

This wallet was, surprisingly, 7.32mm thick when empty.


The Marhsal Large Hipster Bifold Credit Card ID Men’s Wallet

Phew.  The only thing larger than this monster’s name is the thickness of the wallet itself.  I am not entirely sure why I added this one to my order beyond the fact that Amazon Prime has free returns on basically anything under the sun.  This wallet is a beast.  I shouldn’t really bag on it too much, honestly.  If you really like displaying many cards in a way that they are all individually visible, then the Marhsal maybe for you.  It has all of the other features I wanted, like a divided bill area and an extra “more versatile” pocket on the right side when it’s open.  The construction is nice enough (frankly, the leather and construction quality on ALL of the wallets here were rather nice… but the Big Skinny and the Allet really were a cut above) and it featured a built-in viewing pocket for a photo.  Still, at just a blond hair shy of 13½mm, this wasn’t what I was seeking.

This wallet was 13.48mm thick when empty.


In the end, I opted to try out the Big Skinny.  I took all my cards, IDs, cash, and utilities (I have a small custom insert that houses a spare key, a tiny USB drive, some locks tools, a Husky Head, and more) and put them in.  Everything found its place.  Even the tiny pocket floss packets and small set of Forever Stamps which are always with me could tuck in.  Some cut but unfolded padlock shims were added.  The photo of Tarah and I on our first real date was affixed on the inside with adhesive (no pocket needed).

After all that, the Big Skinny wallet was only 12.52mm thick.

That’s a reduction to under half of my original wallet’s size.  Hell, this wallet while fully loaded is even thinner than at least one of the others I was considering while that one was emtpy.  I still have one candidate on the way from amazon, as it turns out.  The Ultra Slim Original Wallet is due to arrive tomorrow, but I think I will likely just send it back.  The Big Skinny appears at first glance to be a real winner.

While I still can’t quite stomach owning a product with the word “hipster” in the name, the results appear to be satisfying enough that I’ll learn to live with it.  But I’m not going to start eating avocado toast.

Oklahoma Has Passed A Bill That Requires Women To Get Written Permission From A Man To Get An Abortion” read the headline.

As reported in various news media last week, The House Public Health Committee voted 5-2 in favor of a bill by Rep. Justin Humphrey that would require women to get written permission from the father of the child before a pregnancy could be terminated, despite objections from opponents that the measure is patently unconstitutional.

In reaction to this, on Twitter I remarked

Everyone who claims to fear “Sharia law” in the US but who supports this is an asinine hypocritical bastard.

The comment got some likes and RTs, and resulted in some conversation with like-minded associates.  But one fellow, Ian Hayes, took a more measured approach and wanted to tease out some of the subtlety of the matter.  He asked

Not a fan of anti-abortion law, but prior to this what voice did the father have in whether to abort or not?

When others explained that prior to this, no one else was ever required for consultation on such matters, he then followed up asking

So a more accurate version of this pearl-clutchy headline would change “a man” to “the father”, yes?

I will grant that the article’s wording in the headline could be construed as slightly sensationalist.  (I do not believe that Ian’s attempt to point this out was in the service of any views he might hold that put him greatly at odds with women’s rights supporters.  I’ll let him speak for himself, but by all initial appearances, Ian is one who appreciates measured discussion and wanted to unpack an idea, even on a firey topic.)  However, even if the headline was worded to be attention-grabbing, I thought that there was an important point to make here about whose place it is to have a say in these matters.  I responded

Most of us on this side of the debate do not make a distinction. Actually, going to write a quick blog post.

So here we are.  🙂


Allow me to open up with a rather unequivocal and direct statement summarizing my personal views on the matter, as far as the law is concerned:

I believe that in matters of reproductive health, as with all other matters pertaining to women’s health, the only party with whom ultimate authority should rest for all decisions is the woman herself.  In consult with her doctor(s) preferably (to which I hope she has adequate, affordable access) and with informed input from other close associates and sources of factual medical advice… but, ultimately, it is my belief that anyone’s personal life decisions should be theirs and theirs alone under the law.  Others with a vested stake or strong connection to her life may have a voice (in healthy interpersonal relationships, considering the feelings and thoughts and advice of others close to you is certainly not a bad thing) but that voice shouldn’t carry any legally-binding weight.  I believe that each one of us — and this goes for people of any gender, not just women — is the ultimate and final authority over what happens to our bodies.

Let’s examine a quote that has circulated quite a bit in the coverage of this law…

And you know when you enter into a relationship you’re going to be that host and so, you know … take all precautions and don’t get pregnant. … After you’re irresponsible then don’t claim, “well, I can just go and do this with another body,” when you’re the host and you invited that in.

This statement comes from Oklahoma State Rep. Justin Humphrey (who few folk will be surprised to learn was a career corrections officer before this, served as head of the FoP, is a drug prohibition crusader, and wears a bolo tie and ten-gallon hat when conducting business at the State Capitol) and it’s as repugnant on its face as your initial gut reaction tells you it is.  Women are not “hosts” and it’s infantilizing to finger-wag and scold them with language laden with terms like “irresponsible” etc etc.  However, even if we were to afford SR Humphrey a measure of charity to which he is barely entitled here and sanitize his language to something more professional and less blundering, I would still claim that this quote exposes a strong double-standard tilted squarely against women…

You know when you enter into an intimate relationship that the possibility exists that you may become pregnant.. … Whether by not practicing safer sex or by failure of birth control, let’s say you get pregnant… I don’t feel you can then just claim, “I want to make my own reproductive choices now [without consulting anyone else, such as the biological father],” when you’re the one who knew this was a possibility at the onset.

Again, for the more low-IQ readers out there or those who are determined to twist the words of other people, let me state that the above is nowhere close to my own views on the matter.  (See well above where I outlined those, and they haven’t changed in the past few paragraphs.)  I am merely adding a more professional polish to the original turd that was Humphrey’s argument.

Let’s take that argument, however, and flip it around.  SR Humphrey wants men to be consulted before any reproductive health care measures can be selected by pregnant women.  He views the matter as not entirely under the women’s field of authority because “they should have known that this might happen” when they first entered the relationship (or whatever form the sexual encounter was).

Pray tell me, then, Mr. Representative, how you would feel about men who knock people up and then demand standing in the subsequent decision-making process being lectured as follows…

You knew when you chose to engage in sex that there was a possibility of one of your little swimmers finding an egg at the end of the day. … Whether or not you were trying to make a baby, it sometimes will happen… I don’t feel you can then just claim, “I want a child!” (or, conversely, “I don’t want to be a father!”) and expect the partner whom you impregnated to go along with that decision.  You knew this was a possibility at the onset and still you chose to shoot between wind and water before you had known what the decisions of your partner might be should a pregnancy arise.

Ultimately, I think this argument makes far greater sense.  At least to me.  It is the man who is intruding into someone else’s life and space and field of existence, both in matters of intercourse as well as (more particularly) in matters of pregnancy.  And while pregnancies can take couples by surprise, the mechanism by which fetuses develop and are born is not a mystery.  Whether or not you were planning on a pregnancy, it’s no shock who is going to bare said pregnancy.  With that bit of information already well-established before anyone orders their third bourbon or exchanges hotel room keys, it should come as no surprise (in my view) that any unforseen baby is going to be on the lady’s turf.

It is the fellow who must accept the fact that he chose to get involved in someone else’s body.  Flipping Humphrey’s words around, I claim that no man can come around later and say, “Wait, wait, wait, this isn’t what I signed up for!”  No, it’s exactly what you signed up for:  to engage in some activities that would have uncertain outcomes for which you may or may not have to bear indeterminate future responsibility depending upon a set of decisions that are going to be made by someone wholly other than yourself.  If ceding all this authority to a woman sounds too risky for you, then for fuck’s sake keep your meat log out of the honey jar.


I have had a lot of sex in my life.  Much of it has been relatively safe sex.  And some of it has not been.  However, in all instances, I went in with eyes open (OK, sometimes slightly blearily open) to the following absolute truths…

  1. The person I was with knew I didn’t want to get them pregnant
  2. The person I was knew that she did not want to get pregnant
  3. Should something unforeseen occur, we had already discussed that we were had no intention of seeing a pregnancy come to term
  4. Ultimately, if we had to cross that bridge, despite having talked about it beforehand, the ultimate authority would rest with her

… that’s my personal definition of responsible sexual practices.

In my ideal world, no sexual decision is one-sided (unless you’re talking about sex with yourself, which is the safest of all.)  In my ideal world, both (or “all” depending on circumstance) individuals directly involved would know each others’ intentions well in advance of any deeply intimate encounters and would not have resorted to any deception or ruse in an effort to advance the course of intimacy.  In my ideal world, unforeseen pregnancies may be momentarily distressing but their outcomes shouldn’t come as a shock to the parties involved because they would have already been discussed and an understanding shared long before they arose.  And, yes, in my ideal world, despite often having a voice in the process, men would have absolutely zero authority over reproductive health decisions.

That goes for the men in the bedroom and the men in the statehouse.

There are a number of wonderful guides for getting the most out of attending the RSA security conference.  SpaceRogue and Violet Blue have written two that come to mind.  Here’s my take on the event thus far…


1. In keeping with all of my previous tradition, I am religiously avoiding the Moscone center with all of my might.  I haven’t been within 4 blocks of it this year.  That’s nothing in comparison to previous years, where I would travel to other cities or even other countries so as to celebrate being as far from the RSA conference as possible.  I’m not doing quite as well this year, having flown into the San Francisco for BSides, but I’m still earning my gold star and free pencil.


2. I started my morning walking around town, checking out the quaint trolleys and enjoying the city.  I don’t think I could ever live here (or anywhere in California, your nutty politics are a bridge too far) but it’s wonderful to have an excuse to visit.


3. I basked in the lovely weather.  I sat in a city park where it seems everyone was getting stoned.  I bought far too many hot dogs from a local vendor.  I enjoyed only one of these bread-borne encased meat logs.  The rest went to local transients who always have the best stories and are interesting conversationalists.


4. I wandered back to the hotel, then prepared some steaks for in-room sous vide cooking.  With the meat and veg coming to temperature in the hot pot, I soaked in the hot tub.


5. The steaks and the such are close to ready.  While the rest of you are up to your eyeballs in bright colors, badly-suited hairdos fluent in douche-speak, and Cyber Cyber Cyber, i’m in a heavenly bed staying still enough to not tip over my wine glass while watching a downloaded episode of Murder She Wrote.


I think I’ve got this whole RSA thing on fucking lock.


I’ll see all of you over drinks and such in the evenings.  Friends and camaraderie… that’s what this event (or any big-dollar con, frankly) should be about.  If you can master that part, you’ll do just fine.



I was invited some time ago to dine at “churrascaria” by an associate.  I put the term in quotes because it is often mis-applied, or at the very least misunderstood.  So let me begin with a clarification for those who have heard two related, but distinct, restaurant terms muddled in the past…

Churrascaria – a “churrasqueira” is a style of BBQ grill used in the preparation of food (typically meats and other proteins) in South America… particularly in southern Brazil, which has a vibrant and venerable ranching culture.  A churrascaria is an eatery that caters to serving this style of meat.  In high-tone establishments of this nature, such as Fogo de Chão, the service is often performed by wait staff who dress in an homage to the “gaucho” rancher folk of southern Brasil.  That service, in an of itself however, is not requiste for an eatery to be a churrascaria.  See below…

Rodízio – when “gaucho” waiters proceed about an establishment offering meat (typically presented and served by means of swords) this is “rodízio” style dining.  Typically offered in an all-you-can eat fashion (many rodízio establishments utilize small cards with red and green opposing sides so that diners can indicate if they are ready for an additional helping) this is often what most consumers are thinking about when someone suggests dining at a “churrascaria.”

So, in a nutshell… churrascaria is a style of food preparation, rodízio is a style of food service.

And, of course, some establishments (particularly outside of South America) are often both.  In the United States in particular, it’s sometimes difficult to find a “Brazilian grill” (a.k.a. churrascaria) that is not a sit-down affair serviced by gauchos.  It is possible, however.  For a more economical evening, many patrons like to enjoy churrascaria food prepared and offered up cafeteria-style.  The Picanha Brazilian Grill in Philadelphia is such an establishment… where patrons order and are served at a walk-up counter and they pay by the pound.  (A article by a food reviewer still managed to confuse the terms there, with the author referencing the smell of “rodízio” meat being prepared on skewers.  If said meat were not merely cooked on but were also served on those same skewers, table-side, then that would be a rodízio.  But that’s not the case at the Picanha Grill in the northeast region of the City of Brotherly Love.)

Fogo de Chão is both.  They cook Brazilian BBQ-grilled meats over a traditional field setup as would have been common in the pastures down south (“fogo de chão” literally means “fire on the floor”) … making them a churrascaria.  And then they serve this food by means of gaucho-style waiters who zip about offering said meat via the very same swords … making them also a rodízio establishment.

Fogo is not the only place out there that serves churrascaria meat in rodízio style.  But, I submit, they happen to be the best.  Thus we return to the above anecdote… wherein I was invited to a “churrascaria” by an associate.  I presumed (since we were in a big city) that it might have been Fogo de Chão, but I didn’t get my hopes 100% up.  I was right to be cautious.  We were slated to dine at Chima.

Chima is a fine enough place, but it is also an exemplar of the very typical problem in the restaurant world wherein establishments attempting to compete with Fogo de Chão miss the mark, often badly.  Pretenders to the crown, as it were, make the incorrect assumption that all Fogo patrons are seeking is south american meat served on swords.  After all, isn’t that what I was going on and on about above?  Well, yes and no.

Fogo de Chão is a churrascaria.  Fogo de Chão brings the food around rodízio-style.  But, and here’s the real kicker, Fogo de Chão is also a high-tone establishment with super stellar service.  You literally get a 4 or higher Zagat-rated experience across the board.  It is fine dining, not just a gimmick.

Allow me to relate some notes about our experience at Chima…

  • We were not handed enough menus when they first sat us.  Not like many folk are ordering odd one-off items at a rodízio, but come on… you know how many of us are present when you prepare to walk us to the table.
  • The servers were constantly interrupting us.  They would approach, see us in conversation, and immediately ask a question or prompt us for something.  If you’re a waiter at a fine-dining establishment, let me clue you in:  If you approach a table and no patrons look up at you, wait silently for a few seconds for them to stop talking.  Even if the conversation doesn’t cease, often the person nearest to you will lean aside to see what you need.  If no one acknowledges you after 5 to 10 seconds… walk away silently and return in a minute or two.  It’s not hard.
  • Almost every dish or side or salad choice was presented with an overly-complicated discussion that no one could possibly follow.  If an establishment can’t convey what a dish or option is in one or two sentences, it doesn’t belong on a menu.
  • We actually didn’t opt for all-you-can eat service.  It was lunch so we each ordered a basic dish.  Our protiens were, we found out later, still going to be served on swords.  A nice touch, but… after we had finished our salads, a pseduo-gaucho waiter brought one person’s entree meat (on a sword) and discovered there was nowhere to plate it.  No clean dish was on the table.  The waiter stood there frozen for a while (I can only hope he didn’t expect one of us to go back to the salad bar to get a clean plate) until something like a minute later he wandered off and found someone who could bring a plate.
  • The table and chairs were wobbly.  If you think a restaurant manager at a high-tone place doesn’t know exactly how comfortable the seating is, you’re mad.  No care was taken here.
  • There was a large “screen” in the middle of the restaurant, projecting various video clips.  I am aghast that anyone felt that a bit of decor suited to a sports bar belonged in a sit-down white-tablecloth eatery.
  • Waiters were constantly plating and clearing dishes from the wrong side of patrons.  No rhyme or reason.
  • One server tried to clear my friend’s espresso mug when he had left the table.  The server looked at me quizzically when I stopped him, asking, “oh, are you not done with that?”  I think he didn’t even understand the coffee wasn’t mine.
  • Ordering additional coffee was an ordeal, with repeated requests necessary to convey that someone who already had enjoyed a coffee would somehow still want an additional coffee.
  • In the end, because of various expense accounts across the whole assembled group, we asked to split the bill.  Now, some very high-tone places do not like this… but here at Chima it was an ordeal just to explain to the waitstaff what we wanted to do.
In the end, everyone’s food was decent.  We enjoyed one another’s company.  But it surely solidified in my mind that Fogo de Chão is in a league of their own when it comes to high-tone churrascaria food served in rodízio style.
Eat well, my friends.  🙂

A recent Twitter spree with noise, Heidi, and many others (most prominently, Rob Jorgensen, Shawnfish, and Jack Gavigan) has me wanting to share a few thoughts (and lots of photos) about preparation of delicious food.  Specifically, steak.

Now, Jack has already made this fine, famous video available and it covers some of the basics perfectly well.  In short: if you get a proper-quality meat, it doesn’t need much (if any) adulteration.  The first rule of cooking any fine food (especially good fish or good meat) is “do no harm” and that predominantly comes down to…

  • don’t over-season
  • don’t over-fire


For this reason, many of us in the above list now opt to sous-vide our steaks (and other protein) since it’s much harder (some would say, near-impossible… unless you’re a colossal assbutt) to over-cook and thus ruin great meat if you’re using a water immersion bath.  If you are not familiar with sous-vide cooking, this video conveys the key details pretty quickly.

Essentially, in conventional cooking, food is exposed to much higher temperatures (externally) than one needs.  In order to get a steak to 125°F internally, it’s over a fiery grill or on a hot stove at anywhere from 300° to 600° … if you don’t time things just right, you’re facing tragically over-cooked meat.  In sous-vide cooking, food is immersed in precision-heated water so that it reaches a target temperature without going over.  The food is placed in a sealed bag so that it’s not in direct contact with the water bath.  This allows the food to retain all its natural juices, vitamins, and flavors.  (Sous-vide prepared foods such as steak are finished in a hot pan for searing and generating a proper Maillard reaction, maximizing flavor)

Once only the domain of restaurants and high-class chefs (mostly due to the size and cost of immersion circulators) now home users can select from a number of very affordable and very easy-to-use sous-vide cookers.  Top among them are:


In addition to a sous-vide cooker, one wants a quality pan in which to finish (or, as you will see in a bit, sometimes prep) the meat in question.  While you can use almost any conventional large pan, it’s damn hard to beat cast iron.  Why?  This blog post summarizes it well…

Cast iron has a higher heat capacity than copper, so it takes more energy to heat a pound of cast iron to a given temperature than a pound of copper. More energy is stored in each pound of the cast iron. Aluminum has a higher heat capacity than iron (it stores more heat per pound) but is much less dense than iron. For a given volume, therefore, cast iron stores more heat than aluminum.

Because cast iron pans typically weigh much more and are thicker than the same size pan in another material, they tend to store more energy when heated. … A cast iron pan usually contains more thermal energy than other pans at the same temperature — a significant cooking advantage. Cast iron has unparalleled searing power because it has a lot of available thermal energy. …

Cast iron is slow to heat up, so it’s also slow to cool down. It is a good regulator. It retains its temperature longer than other materials and won’t produce temperature spikes.

So yeah… cast iron is hard as nails, has great volumetric heat capacity, and has utterly astonishing thermal emissivity (Stainless steel has an emissivity of around .07 while cast iron has an emissivity rating of something like .65) making it perfect for searing your meat.  One of the best (and most venerable) brands of cast iron is Lodge.  This terrific firm, located in America’s steel city of Pittsburgh, has been making cast iron for over a century and they are still the top name in the field, in my opinion.

Both sous-vide cookers and cast iron pans can all be bought on Amazon for as competitive a price as you’re likely to find anywhere.


A Handy Chart

Keep this in your kitchen, it will serve you well.

Meat Cooking Temps

On to the photos and stories! …



This was the scene of my very first sous-vide cooking of a steak.  


As you can see in the above chart, a medium-rare steak should be 135°F inside.  I wanted to try things more on the rare side, so I opted for 127° on the Anova.  At the time I did not have a vacuum sealer, so heavy ziplock bags with the air drawn out (cocktail straw in the bag, lung power to vacuum it, heh) is what I used to contain things in the pot.


The lodge cast iron was hot and I was using beef tallow from Fatworks.  A nice sear was had, but see here…


… i left the meat in the pan for just a little too long on one side and cooking action took place beneath the surface.  Remember, you are not cooking your meat in the pan at the end.  You’ve already cooked the meat, in the sous-vide pot.  All you need is a good sear.  30 seconds, tops, on each side in the hot pan should do it.


I still loved my dinner, as it was.  No sides, no veggies, no other courses.  Just steak and wine.  A fine first go.

Story Number Two


Not many photos of the process here, just the results.  A much more satisfying endeavor!  (And even some greenery on the plate, too!)


The next day, I thin-sliced the remaining steak and warmed it in the pan (with extra sear all around) and added it to breakfast…


“steak and eggs and eggs and steak… that’s what you should eat for breakfast!”



Third Story… My Finest Hour?


I started with a three-pound slab of bone-in ribeye.  This was about 2″ thick.  Awe, yeah.


I got it home to my girlfriend’s place, and prepared her cast iron.  Why heat the pan at this time?  Well, i was trying something that my buddy Babak encouraged: a double sear.  Instead of simply hitting the meat to the cast iron after the cooking process, he told me that sometimes he will start the whole process with a sear against the cold meat.  Then, after an initial Maillard reaction has taken place, the sous-vide bag and water bath can begin!


As you can see, the meat within that immersion cooker is already browned around the edges.  I’ve also dialed down the heat bath to 126°F


After about 2½ hours, the meat was done.  With the fat gelled and tender, we were ready for the finishing sear.  I sprinkled seasoning salt and black pepper on both sides of the meat as I heated the pan.


The pan was hot as hell and had a fine bottom layer of macadamia nut oil.  Just about any good fat will do, but any oils or fats that have a high smoke point work best simply because they don’t turn your kitchen into as much of a caliginous haze once the iron starts getting very hot.


Compare this to the “before final sear” photo and you’ll see the very increased bark around that outer surface.  That’s one fucking hell of a good sear!


And the inside, oh baby.  Two inches thick and pink 100% through.  The sear reaction was exclusively the outermost edge, all around.  That’s just incredible.


This was, and yet still may be even now, the greatest steak I have ever cooked in my life.  It was shared with the family and I had my first beer in months to pair with it.



Fourth Story – A full, ideal meal


I started right away with a hot pan.  Double-sear was the name of the game, yet again.  This time I opted for both macadamia nut oil and some bacon renderings from breakfast for a touch of different flavor.


20-ish seconds per side on a bone-in ribeye that was still cool from the butcher’s case was giving it a nice brown outer surface.


Into the water bath at 125°F with the browned edges all showing.


Side dish #1 for the meal was steakhouse mushrooms.  Sliced cremini mushrooms went into a saucepan containing kerrygold butter, olive oil, a thwack of bacon fat, balsamic vinegar, worcestershire sauce, black pepper, and seasoned salt.  They were left to saute for a while as i prepared…


Side dish #2, asparagus.  I chop off the bottom inch or two from the stalks to make things extra tender upon cooking.  They will be done in a skillet with olive oil, salt, and pepper.


With the immersion circulator going and the sides coming up to temperature, i opted to open some wine.  😉


The mushrooms were starting to give up their water, and more heat was applied with frequent stirring.


The asparagus was looking great and also (because I use a little more heat than maybe I need to) my tongs were employed liberally to stir and re-arrange them for even heating.


nearly two hours in, and that steak was seeming pretty done.  (it wasn’t nearly as thick as the huge cut in the previous story above.)


The steak came out of the sous-vide bag and got a rub of salt and pepper while I got the cast iron ready.


Macadamia nut oil up to smoking temperature…


…slab of beef in the pan, 30 seconds per side and all edges.  See that smoke, smell that flavor!


A magnificent finish and plating.  Perhaps the second sear was a little too long, or of not quite sufficiently a high enough temperature on the pan, since that final cooking process seemed to penetrate a little more deeply than one might require… but only slightly.  The fat was still soft and gelled and the bulk of the meat was perfectly pink.


I put on an old noir film as I ate and drank my wine.


I finished off the meal with a bit of fine dark chocolate.  😉


Perhaps the best part of an evening like that?  Getting all the dishes totally done, going to bed with a full belly, sleeping like the dead… and then upon waking the next morning, returning to the kitchen at breakfast time and having it still smell like deliciousness.  The smoke was almost still hanging in the air.  😀