When in Doubt…


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A few months ago, I was reading the newspaper when I came across the headline about an internet security guru, Daniel Kaminsky, who unfortunately passed away at the age of 42. For some reason my curiosity was piqued, so I googled the name to find out more about him. It seems that Mr. Kaminsky was responsible for detecting and identifying weaknesses in computer security to the point that the list of his accomplishments is so impressive that I can’t even understand it. His illustrious career began around the age of four, when he taught himself how to code using a computer that his father bought him from Radio Shack. Unlike many precocious youths, who are happy to fiddle around in the privacy of their own homes, Mr. Kaminsky apparently subscribed to the Star Trek motto, “Where no man has ever gone before.”

When Daniel was 11 years old, his mother received a call from a government security administrator informing her that her son had hacked into a military website. The administrator, in his inimitable wisdom, threatened to cut off the family’s internet access. His mother, who clearly was not impressed, threatened to take out a full-page ad in the San Francisco Chronicle publicizing the fact that her 11-year-old son was able to infiltrate a military website. A compromise was reached. A three-day time-out from the internet was imposed for young Daniel. This was probably the first and last time-out ever imposed by the military.

Now, while most of us are cheering on Daniel’s mother, we are probably thanking our lucky stars that our children are not hacking into military websites. While I second that emotion, I do have to say that I appreciate the fact that my children seem to have been born with a sixth sense for navigating the ways of the world with which I have little to no experience.

Usually, my technology support team, aka my children, play a minor role in my everyday life, for example, the infrequent times when I get a new phone, need to use a kiosk somewhere or order something on Amazon. Basically, these are all situations I could handle on my own (except for the new phone). It just takes them much less time, and, believe it or not, they actually enjoy it. However, a recent experience would have left me traumatized if it hadn’t been for my children.

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While traveling to New York, my van broke down right after the Delaware Memorial Bridge. The amount of hashgacha we experienced when a frum Yid backed up on the shoulder of the highway to help us, waited with us until the tow truck came, and drove us back into Delaware to the only open rental place available, while offering to let us have our car towed to his place of business is enough to fill an entire issue of Mishpacha. After ensuring that we would be taken care of by the rental company, we said our farewells and watched him pull away.

That’s when the trouble started. After the salesman charged my credit card and we signed on the dotted line, I waited for the key. After a few awkward moments, I asked the clerk for the key. He responded, “Ma’am, I already gave it to you.” As if being called “Ma’am” wasn’t bad enough, I was confused because I didn’t see a key anywhere. So, like any intelligent person who knows what a key looks like, I replied, “No, sir, I don’t think you did.”

After a moment of silence, my son whispered to me, “It’s on the counter in front of you. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” That’s when I knew I was in over my head. So, it turns out that the key was really a fob, masquerading as a key. Now, I know what a fob is. I’ve had the pleasure of waving it in front of a small panel in order to magically open a door. What I couldn’t figure out was how it was supposed to start a car. It turns out that the fob has to be inside the car when driving, although it does not actually start the car. Do you know how I started the car? I started it by pressing a button. I thought this was a little weird, but I was happy that it was well within my technological abilities.

I finally drove out of the parking lot and came to a red light. It was there that the car died. Stopped. Cut-off. As did my heartbeat. Luckily, we were only a block away from the rental place. As I started explaining to my children that we would have to walk back because the car died, my daughter piped up, “No Mommy, it’s just an energy-saving device. The car will start again when you press the gas.” Needless to say, I got my broken-down, non-fob-starting, but user-friendly old-fashioned minivan fixed and drove it back to Maryland at my earliest opportunity.

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Technology is not the only area where I find myself turning to my children for their expertise. There is a high-tension, seasonal issue that that many of us recently navigated: the switch over from stockings to tights. Now, although I did mention that this is a seasonal decision, which is also correlated to some degree with the Jewish holidays, there is some variation due to the climate in which one lives. For example, the transition to black tights generally occurs around Sukkos and back again to stockings around Pesach. Things tend to get a little muddled when Sukkos comes early, as it did this year, and it is still 85 degrees outside. This creates an air of uncertainty that is generally solved by asking a female family member who cares more than you do. Her decision is not made on a whim. It is based on data that is collected by carefully observing the ratio of stocking to tights of all women with whom you interact between the first day of Sukkos until a week after Simchas Torah.

This is not to say that we don’t also focus on the spiritual aspects of the holidays. Now, although this informal method would not merit having the results published in a reputable journal, it is sufficient for determining when to switch over to the dark side. Of course, if you are traveling to another city, please check with their LOR, local ordinance ruling, beforehand.

Although it’s nice to be able to do things yourself, it’s also important to know when to seek guidance. My motto is “When in doubt, ask someone who was born after Clinton was president.” They are more than likely to be able to help you with both your high- and low-tech decisions, even though you might have to grant them a pardon, since they probably don’t know who Clinton is. 

 

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