| Go Hacker Space Fest! |
[Jun. 16th, 2008|12:12 pm] |
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Okay, I admit it, I do feel a bit nostalgic here at the Hacker Space Fest. Okay, quite nostalgic. Ahhh! Those were the old days of harmless and not-so-harmless hacking and cracking... Check out this latest pearl of modern hacking called Al Quaddie for example [it's from the French ‘caddie’, a trolley]. How fun is that? Screw boring-as-hell crypto conferences! I'd go to a hacking conference any day. I so see myself going to one when I am 60 to see my son's presentation of The Hack of the 21st Century... hehehe ;-) |
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| Crypto-Rams AKA Peer-Review |
[May. 29th, 2008|02:46 am] |
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I sincerely apologise to everyone who got offended by my previous post. I should not have called anyone crypto-penguins. I have just realised that it is highly insulting to the beautiful and smart birds. Judging by the competitive and ultra-narrow-minded attitude of the subjects, I have decided to withdraw my insulting term “cryptopenguins” and permanently replace it with a much more appropriate term “cryptorams”. If a picture is worth a thousand words, a video must be worth a million.
Ever been through a crypto-ram peer-review process? Take a look...
Marcos el Ruptor
http://www.enrupt.com/ – Raising the bar [for all the cryptorams out there]. |
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| Crypto-penguins |
[May. 29th, 2008|12:34 am] |
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Cryptologists... The least known outside their own small circle people who believe that they are the most intelligent elite of Earth. No one on this planet is covered by greater illusion. The least sociable nerds of all the nerds in the worst meaning of that word. Ever heard of the lemming effect? You will never see this effect in brighter Technicolors and 3D than at a crypto conference... a herd of lemmings, more like a huddle of penguins, all following each other - to the hall, out of the hall, to the hotel, on the bus, off the bus, to the lunch, to the dinner, back to the hotel, to some silly excursion, back to the hall to listen to the most boring presentations about some practically useless whacky crypto ideas of some of them, which at a closer look are none but minor improvements of previous work of others now being sold as original research, as penguins like lemmings can only follow each other. Anything original causes panic and endless screaming in criticism by the entire colony.
In any other science, craft or art, you cannot expect a commendation on a minor improvement of someone else’s work as it is unoriginal to say the least, and you would be risking stepping into the land of plagiarism. Neither of which is a problem in cryptology! On contrary! A minor tweak of someone else’s equally boring attack applying the old [read: well-proven] methods discovered over 10 years ago? – Great! Another paper for you, Sir, and a star for being such a genius that you are! Managed to listen on a conversation and steal some carelessly talkative guy’s idea? – Even better! Less work for you, another paper under your belt and more “academic credit” and applauds of the entire penguinarium. Good for you! Reviewed and trashed a paper by some bastard who dared to be inventive? – Well done! Fix something in it and hurry and publish it as your own work before he puts it out on ePrint! Have your fellow penguins “peer-review” it for you at the next conference. Forget him! The stupid idiot should have submitted it to the ePrint archive immediately. What was he thinking? Of course it would be stolen! If he didn’t, you cannot be blamed for not citing unpublished work. It is his problem that his paper was too shitty to be accepted by you anyway. He should be more careful.
What a bunch!!! I have never seen more pathetic and more loopy nerds in my life. I cannot believe that I am on the same boat with them! It is impossible to be friends with them, nothing to talk about, not even about cryptology – they cannot and will not co-operate... compete perhaps, but this is no science, no craft and no art. There is no competition in real science or in any craft or art. And if it ever happens there, we always hear about such incidents as plagiarism attempts or as fights over some hot research that got accidentally performed in parallel by genuine researchers. Pfft! Big deal. That’s daily routine on cryptarctic ice!
Although there is still an occasional genuine researcher who can be found among them crypto-penguins. You can spot him by his distance from the huddle. He is extra paranoid, extra stressed from extra work, extra excited. He will talk about cryptographic and cryptanalytic problems with passion, but very carefully – he is used to having his ideas stolen by the penguins. He is fried, some times completely fried, his research marginalised as “crazy” if it cannot be stolen, significantly improved or proven that it is not his anyway. His was just a “crazy” idea that we have long since developed into a real thing that is worth mentioning. Yeah! Forget him!.. Oh, look! What is it he is doing now? Coming up with another crazy idea? Hahaha! Don’t accept his paper. It is not good. It cannot be good. Who does he think he is? He thinks that we are all idiots and that he is the only one who has seen the light? [a real peer-reviewer’s quote by the way – Ed.] Let us see... uh huh! We see. This is all wrong, he doesn’t know what he is doing! Of course. It’s garbage. Trash his paper! Let us fix it all and publish it as our own great stuff as we are the mighty penguins...
/me pukes
Marcos el Ruptor
http://www.enrupt.com/ – Raising the bar.
PS: The only few genuine researchers I have found so far among the thousands of crypto-penguins are Nicolas Courtois, Bruce Schneier, John Kelsey, Gregory Bard, David Wagner and Jacques Patarin. Anyone else? |
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| Patents, patents... |
[May. 29th, 2008|12:26 am] |
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Damn, I hate patents! Especially writing them. It's the most painful thing ever. But what can you do? They are like women – can't live without them, can't kill them... |
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| EnRUPT32 is out. |
[Feb. 23rd, 2008|08:57 pm] |
Back to life, back to reality... © Bernard Black
I have presented EnRUPT there at the SASC 2008 workshop in Lausanne, so now it is officially out. I spent over a year finding new flaws and new ways to break it, but this is it. There is nothing to fix in it anymore. I can relax now. I was told that many people who saw the presentation will try to break it... Good luck to them! They are going to need it.
My new The Simpler The Better blog at http://www.enrupt.com/ is up at last, so all the EnRUPT-related posts will go there.
Anyone wants to help me implementing it efficiently and testing its performance on different platforms?
(er1) round function
#define er1(x,xw,k,kw,r) (x[r%xw]^=rotr(2*x[(r–1)%xw]^x[(r+1)%xw]^k[r%kw]^r,8)*9^k[r%kw])
{
u32 r,x[xw],k[kw],s=4,n=s*(2*xw+kw);
for (r=1; r<=n; r++) er1(x,xw,k,kw,r); // encrypt block
for (r=n; r ; r--) er1(x,xw,k,kw,r); // decrypt block
}
Yes that’s it. That’s the complete EnRUPT as a block cipher. |
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| Romanov Imperial Family |
[Nov. 24th, 2007|06:50 pm] |
Me, Dorrit and Dmitri Romanich at the last family gala dinner... |
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| UCL is lurking in Paris Underground... |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|08:10 am] |
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| Rise Of The White Surfer |
[Oct. 10th, 2007|01:08 am] |
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On the roof of Arc de Triomphe in Paris. |
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| Where is your home? |
[Jul. 19th, 2007|10:31 am] |
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I travel so much that everyone is wondering where my home is. It's the spiritual capital of the universe called Sri Mayapur Dhama:
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| What is wrong with this picture? |
[Jun. 7th, 2007|10:57 am] |
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I used to think that the US was the worst country to live in the world until I saw Romania... |
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| The view. |
[May. 10th, 2007|06:40 pm] |
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Contrary to the popular opinion, the view from my window is not too exciting. |
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| Working hard... |
[Apr. 24th, 2007|05:46 pm] |
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Welcome to St. Tropez! |
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| Thank God the Winter is Over! Pretty though... |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|04:59 pm] |
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| Mi casa su casa. |
[Mar. 12th, 2007|04:51 am] |
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| Long time |
[Mar. 7th, 2007|10:24 pm] |
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| | France | ] |
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| | hopeful | ] |
It's been a while since I wrote to you. Two years exactly. Must be the full moon or the lunar eclipse or something. What's the status? What can I tell you... I wish things were great. I wish I was doing better than ever. Who doesn't? That traveler in my poem - that's me. Yep. I am tired to death of all this endless traveling. I have no friends, no family, no home. What have I achieved in my life? Broke a few hearts, pissed off a few jerks, killed a few bugs, played a few games, learned a few lessons and wasted a whole lot of time. Am I sad? Of course I am. Am I depressed? Not at all. Am I lonely? More than anyone can imagine! Am I crazy? Not enough!! Do I regret? Oh do I regret!!! Everything I've done in the past few billion years with a few tiny exceptions. I so wish I didn't waste a second on any of that nonsense. Please forgive me. I know how merciful you are. I know you are reading this. I know you have already forgiven me. I am just too stupid and too arrogant to be your friend, so why should you care? If I wasn't, you would have called me up, you would have come to me and I would be hugging you right now instead of writing this. Why am I writing it? Maybe you will read it and not dismiss it. Maybe you will find me and tell me that I am forgiven and that I do have a home and friends and family, and that you will never leave me like I left you billions of years ago. I broke your heart. I deserve having mine broken to thousands of little pieces. I deserve having lost all my friends. I deserve having no home or family. I deserve the endless wandering. I deserve to die again and again. Am I ashamed of myself? All the time. What will I do now? Get back to work. |
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| Need sleep |
[Feb. 11th, 2005|06:14 am] |
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| | Dori me (Shiva Space Technology) | ] |
...
Dori me
Interimo adapare dori me
Ameno ameno latire
Latiremo
Dori me
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| Please stay! |
[Oct. 13th, 2004|12:00 am] |
He said "Please, stay" three times, three times
He said "Please, stay, don't go",
Three times she said "No way! No way..." --
It was a long ago.
It was so long ago that she
Forgot the love she had
And now too blind to even see
That she's completely mad
She tries to live without Him.
Surrounded by lies
She tries to live a happy dream,
But in the end she dies.
She has completely lost her mind,
She doesn't realise
That it is Him she tries to find,
It's Him without she dies.
Another life, another try
To substitute the real
Eternal life she left behind
With this insane ordeal.
She knows the story very well --
The story of True Love.
Without it her life is hell
And nothing is enough.
She's been through this so many times:
The birth, the search, the light...
But every single time she dies
No matter what she tried.
Without Him she can't exist,
And that's the final score --
Without Him a moment feels
Like a decade or more.
He's the most powerful of all,
And He belonged to her,
But now she can't even recall
What she is dying for...
And even though she would prefer
A slow and painful death,
He recreates the world for her
With every single breath. |
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| Returning Home |
[Apr. 7th, 2004|12:00 am] |
No longer a traveler, tired to death
Of trying to rule or possess,
She took all her miseries -- all of her wealth,
Her happiness and her distress,
And traded it all with a smile on her face
For something that doesn't make sense --
She traded it all for a song made of names,
She didn't want anything else.
Without a cause, with astonishing grace,
He, who is so hard to impress
Accepted her wish to be one of his slaves --
She didn't want anything less.
He took all her miseries -- all of her wealth,
Her happiness and her distress,
And even the beautiful smile on her face
Was suddenly gone as soon as
He gave her to sing all the best of his names
And vanished without a trace.
Emotionless, passionless, fearless, chaste,
Slow burning, she quietly fades...
She's losing her weight and her precious health
By spending the rest of her days
In singing and chanting that song made of names --
Indeed there are no other ways
For anyone blessed with a wish to embrace
The lord of this world made of names. |
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| The Eyes |
[Oct. 31st, 2002|12:00 am] |
Incredible moment has taken away
My breath, I am totally speechless!
Of so many things that I wanted to say
Not one broke the air between us.
Remember the stillness and calmness of mind
The sunrise awakening brings you?
Exactly like that, like if I was blind,
I froze, but my staring continued...
It seemed like eternity or even more --
The moment that lasted forever,
Incredible moment that's worth living for,
That I thought would not happen ever --
The moment when my only wish was fulfilled,
My dream, my recurring nightmare...
At last I have found the eyes from that dream!
I'm free now. I wish you were there! |
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| Eternal Peace |
[Apr. 27th, 2002|12:00 am] |
Eternal Peace has come again
And looked into my eyes
It asked me how I was today
And listened to my lies...
It smiled at me with all its charm
Reminding me the past,
The most miraculous time
That has returned at last.
It told me not to be so shy,
Embrace it and enjoy.
I sighed, my heart began to cry
Of overwhelming joy.
It watered then my dying roots
With all its love and trust
Removing all my deepest wounds
And washing off the rust.
Immediately it became
The way it's always been --
The song of happiness again
Our hearts began to sing. |
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| Time |
[Feb. 18th, 2002|12:00 am] |
Time is today, time is tomorrow...
Time takes away happiness, sorrow,
Lives and beliefs, fruits of all actions...
Time is a thief that has no compassion.
Time is the best of all known healers:
Touched by its breath wounds disappear.
Time's like a monk -- it has no possessions,
Selfless and strong, without affection,
It equally treats all living creatures
And easily cheats the most powerful cheaters.
Perceived as a flow of ongoing changes --
Days come and go, everything ages,
Everything dies sooner or later --
Time never does. The endless creator
Of order within this world of illusion,
Fear and sin, distress and confusion,
Time doesn't make anything happen,
Time doesn't take part in this action. |
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| Frozen Stories (The Charmer) |
[Jan. 27th, 2002|12:00 am] |
Poems are like portraits -- beautiful or not,
They are frozen stories that can teach a lot.
Whether deep or simple, saint or mundane,
They portray the people that are worth the pain.
Some you fall in love with, some you throw away,
Some will live for ages, some will die today...
Writing's never easy, critics always hurt,
But it's truly pleasing, as is giving birth.
Guess who is the only person who deserves
All the love of lonely fragile heart of yours?
Story of that charmer I cannot forget --
It's the only drama that will never end.
Neverending story of eternal bliss
In the world where worries simply don't exist
Is the long abandoned story of your life.
Now you're independent, you get born, you die,
You have made your choice, but I hope one day
You will use your voice and you choose to say
Nothing but the only thing that ends this game --
All attractive holy charmer's magic name... |
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| Samsara |
[Dec. 13th, 2001|12:00 am] |
...
To grow and gain,
To fear pain,
To eat and mate,
To learn that fate
Cannot be made
Serve or betrade...
Another rain -
We're born again
To grow and gain,
To fear pain,
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| Between the Rocks |
[Dec. 3rd, 2001|12:00 am] |
Between the rocks, right by the ocean,
Where no one would have ever thought
A tree is growing under torture
Of waves untamed that it has fought
For years. What a dedication!
Without ground naked roots
Of this magnificent creation
Withstanding all the ocean's moods
Are holding tight with all their passion
To the unfriendly soulless rock.
Tormented by the ocean smashing
Its waves at it, our little folk
Seems to enjoy its life of struggle
Surviving storms recurring thrill
And starving slowly lacking trouble
Whenever ocean's laying still... |
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| To Lover |
[Nov. 27th, 2001|12:00 am] |
I want you to go crazy
And give yourself away,
I want you to get dizzy
At least ten times a day,
I want you to be shaking
Abruptly, sudden, steep,
I want your soul awaken
As of eternal sleep,
I want your heart to moan
All of its deepest pain,
I want your mind to stone
Astonished of its vain,
I want your sleep to leave you --
Absorbed in dreams of love
I want you feel what I do
Apart set from my half.
I want your life to dwindle
And you to swoon and swoon
I hope you solve this riddle
And I will see you soon. |
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| The Leaning Tower of Piza (to a dear friend of mine) |
[Nov. 18th, 2001|12:00 am] |
Like all true miracles created
By the minds of those who saw the light
Amazingly defying nature
You're standing -- what a pretty sight!
What are you made of? How? How come
You are not falling as we would
When heavy burdens drag us down
We always fall, no one has stood,
But you. So effortlessly standing!
Against all sense, enjoying life...
We stand, we fall, but you're not changing --
Held by the miracle called Love.
We come to see you, to admire
Your beauty. Like a work of art
Your effort millions inspires.
You'll never die in our hearts. |
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| The Highlander |
[Nov. 10th, 2001|12:00 am] |
I've been condemned, or cursed? or blessed?
To live, to kill, to watch them die --
Those dear to me, my heart, my mind,
Who never knew what I possessed --
The freedom, life to live, enjoy
Without worries, fear, death...
Unfortunately, I confess:
There is no fun, there is no joy
In seeing ignorance and pain
Attachments broken, bleeding hearts,
So-called True Loves like falling stars --
They shine so bright... What do they gain?
-- The dust, awaiting in the end
Us all, and all we can create.
The time -- all aging common fate,
That no one can control, withstand
Or stop, or see, or understand
Will take us there one by one.
We cannot hide, but we can run.
We cannot own, but we can spend --
In times like this when I am lost,
Confused, bewildered and depressed,
My home, my land, my place, my nest,
My highland hills I need the most.
One look, one smell, one touch, one feel
One only thought of them fullfills
All my desires and temptations.
You free my heart from all frustrations,
My highland hills, my inspiration. |
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| Irony |
[Nov. 1st, 2001|12:00 am] |
Writing poetry is easy,
There is nothing to it:
Fall in love, get dizzy,
Grab a pen and do it! |
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