Somewhere in there, security became a suppurating chest wound and put us all on the treadmill of infinite patches and massive downloads. I fought in those trenches for 30 years – as often against my customers (“no you should not put a fork in a light socket. Oh, ow, that looks painful. Here, let me put some boo boo cream on it so you can do it again as soon as I leave.”) as for them. It was interesting and lucrative and I hope I helped a little bit, but I’m afraid I accomplished relatively nothing.
These days I am making knives and doing hot metal arts, mostly damascus steel poky stabby things. I am not interested in commercializing my work because then I’d have customers to listen to, again. My intent is to make whatever I can, as well as I can make it, and auction pieces off for charities. All my hard work in internet security paid off, in the form of my not having to worry about making a profit.
If you want something badly enough, talk to me.