The Dorks of DefCon

Jason and I went to Las Vegas last weekend to geek it up at DefCon. For those of you who aren’t nerdy enough to understand the significance of DefCon, let me enlighten you. DefCon is the largest hackers’ convention in the world. It takes place every summer in Las Vegas. Now I know what all of you are thinking because it’s exactly the same thing I was thinking when I first heard of DefCon. “Really? There’s a convention for hackers? To teach them how to hack better? Really? Is that legal?” The answer to all of those questions is yes.

Me trying to mimic the DefCon poster. Am I doing a good job of looking menacing?
Me trying to mimic the DefCon poster. Am I doing a good job at looking menacing?

Yes, every summer over seven thousand of the nerdiest people you’ll ever meet converge on Vegas in 111 degree weather to learn how to improve their computer hacking and lock picking skills. Yes, really. The conference isn’t attended by just hacking bad guys or “black hats” though; geeks like Jason go to keep up on hacking trends in order to maintain their status as network security superstars.

They had a display at DefCon of ridiculously old computers. This one was the biggest.
They had a display at DefCon of ridiculously old computers. This monstrosity was the biggest.

Despite the caliber of geeks this conference attracts, not all DefCon goers look noticeably nerdy. There are plenty of guys there that look completely ordinary. But, there are also a considerable number that do not. These not-so-normal attendees I like to call “feral geeks”. These are the guys with long greasy hair that pick their noses unabashedly and look like they’re wearing twenty-year-old leftovers from high school that probably weren’t even fashionable back then. These are the guys that probably still live in their mamma’s basement and consider showering optional.

Though those of the female persuasion are usually highly outnumbered at DefCon, I decided to brave it and be among them. I know this acknowledgement will expose me as the geek I am, but admittedly I did not just attend this conference to humor my husband. I also went because I am a curious person. I like to know how everything works and am eager to learn, even geeky hacking knowledge falls under my umbrella of curiosity. I actually enjoyed most of the presentations I listened to – I know, I know, that makes me an even bigger nerd. I happily learned about computer crime law, malware mess-ups, and cyber warfare. Surprisingly, only one presenter baffled me with his technical details, the others I didn’t have any difficulties understanding. Yes, yes… I am a geek.

While DefCon isn’t much different from other scientific seminars in many ways, there are a few things about it that are a bit on the peculiar side. For one, the presenters can often be seen guzzling bottles of beer during their lectures, instead of water. And anytime they spout profanities, which happens frequently, the crowd inevitably cheers.

Even the DefCon badges are designed with microchips to render them hackable. Check out this link to view the awesome nerdery: http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2009/08/hacking-the-defcon-17-badges/
Even the DefCon badges are designed with microchips to render them hackable. Check out this link to view the awesome nerdery: http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2009/08/hacking-the-defcon-17-badges/

Beyond just the idiosyncrasies of the presentations, the atmosphere at DefCon is unusual. There’s a lock picking village where you can improve your ability to break and enter. Doesn’t seem legal does it? But strangely it is. Intelligent attendees absolutely avoid getting on the internet while at DefCon. Any laptop or phone linked into the DefCon network is hacked nearly instantaneously. Conference fees can only be paid for in cash; credit cards are not accepted. The organizers of this convention understand that if they allowed attendees to pay with credit cards, many of them would be fraudulent and all the card numbers, legit or otherwise, would probably be stolen from their system anyway, via hacking of course.

Brawndo: it's what plants crave.
Brawndo: it's what plants crave.

Another DefCon oddity is the presence of the feds. Agents from just about every federal organization come to DefCon. They come in part to spy and in part to recruit. They’ve realized that although some of these hackers use questionable means, many of them are exceptionally talented. The feds try to blend in at DefCon, go unnoticed for the most part. But it is not unusual to hear accusing shouts of “Fed, fed!” radiating randomly from an attendee if they believe they have spotted an agent.

Although DefCon is immensely entertaining, Jason and I didn’t just geek it while in Vegas. We took some time to watch a Cirque du Soleil show, Mystére; it was beautifully done. We also squeezed in a little shopping and a bit of gambling. After all, Vegas is just a hot desert dustbin without those slots.

We met up with our friend Lee while in Vegas.
We met up with our friend Lee while in Vegas. Here we are being Star Trek geeks.

My DefCon analysis? Hot, foul, nerdy, interesting, peculiar, amusing. DefCon is an absolutely unique and bizarre experience. I definitely recommend that all you coding monkeys check it out.

Having a Real Good Time

I love soccer! It’s a blast to play and it’s one of the few sports I actually enjoy watching. But despite my interest in this activity, I had never been to a Real Salt Lake game until this season. Jason’s brother, Jeremy, and his wife, Kara, invited us to attend a few games with them this summer. Since I’ve wanted to check out our local MLS team for some time, Jason and I gladly accepted.

Here I am with my big lugg of a brother
Here I am with my brother-in-law. Members of Jason's family are obviously prone to fits of idiocy whenever they spot a camera.

Although we’ve only gone to a handful of games, we’ve already become Real freaks, as is apparent by our abundance of team paraphernalia: jerseys, scarves, jackets…oh yes, and a monstrous flag.

It’s been great enjoying a few perfect summer evenings with 20,000 drum playing, catcalling, flag waving, screaming soccer fanatics. Bring on the raging fans and go Real!

A Campfire Dinner: Birthday Celebration Numero Tres

No, I didn’t learn how to count in Spanish from Bono. So what happened to numero dos? Jason’s second birthday bash was on his actual birthday and involved the two of us seeing the new Harry Potter flick and eating dinner at Café Trio, a darling little Italian place in Salt Lake City that is very reasonably priced. Rosemary flatbread topped with caramelized onions and a balsamic drizzle, served with goat cheese and roasted tomatoes and red peppers…need I say more? Jason and I had a lot of fun on this excursion and came home very full but since that is the extent of my comments regarding that particular outing, not exactly a post-worthy amount of information, I will skip to Jason’s third birthday party.

Some of the men doing manly things in the woods. I don't know what Jeremy was
Some of the men doing manly things in the woods. I don't know what Jeremy was doing...besides ruining my picture.

I painstakingly planned an evening at a campsite up in American Fork Canyon for Jason’s final birthday celebration. I invited some of our friends and family to join us for tinfoil dinners, grilled corn on the cob, s’mores, and hotdogs. Everyone brought their roasting sticks and camp chairs and we spent an evening under the stars around the toasty campfire.

Aimee, Liz, Kara, and Vinny
Aimee, Liz, Kara, and Vinny

Making tinfoil dinners for that many people was quite an operation. Those of you who have made these before know that all the ingredients have to be cut up into ridiculously tiny pieces in order to cook properly on the fire’s coals. I spent over four hours chopping fifty five red potatoes, roughly 30 pieces of bacon, 6 onions, and an entire Costco-size bag of baby carrots. I was happy with the resulting dinners though and everyone seemed to enjoy my recipe concoction.

The Sabin brothers: creepy aren't they?
The Sabin brothers. Creepy aren't they?

After dinner we sang happy birthday to Jason and his brother Jeremy, Jeremy’s birthday is just a few days after Jason’s, and gorged ourselves on yummy Dippidee cupcakes. I was utterly stuffed at that point – a sentiment that I believe was echoed by everyone present.

Jeremy and Jason blowing on their cupcakes. Despite how it looks, they weren't actually holding hands.
Jeremy and Jason blowing on their cupcakes. Despite how it looks, they weren't actually holding hands.

Many thanks to all of you who shared the evening with us and celebrated the commencement of another year in the life of a fantastic man. Happy birthday Jason!