It came to my attention today that a domain name I had registered in 2006, itiesolutions.com, has been re-registered by a domain squatter. This person apparently picked up the domain the same day I had let it expire.

While I'm dissapointed I let the domain expire, fair's fair and it was my bad. I never made any use of the website, though I had intended to use it for my consulting business (of the same name). I had completed many successful consulting contracts while trying to build a name for myself, but then took positions in industry that required my full time and efforts. So I didn't need the website anymore.

What disturbs me, though, is that the new registrant is hosting an identical copy of my website, including my name, business name and business logo... with the additional of several links to sites promoting online gambling and drug purchases.

As the domain comes up in a search for my name, I felt it prudent to address this matter here.

Be it known: itiesolutions.com is no longer owned, maintained, or associated with me in any way. Cease and desist letters have been sent to the domain registrant, the domain registrar, and the hosting company. Hopefully appropriate action will be taken.

I recently wrote a letter to the editor to the Clarkson Integrator publicly insulting the Clarkson Senior Class for their behavior during Friday night's bar crawl.

Let me start by apologizing to the Clarkson Senior's, as I have since learned that the event was not a Clarkson sponsored event. That was a misunderstanding on my part, and I do offer my sincerest apologies.

My original comments still stand, only redirected specifically to those in attendance at the event, regardless of class year or university affiliation.

Further, I must now go on to state that my original comments towards certain members of Clarkson's student body (specifically those participating in issuing attacks against my property and character) have only been reaffirmed by the student response on the Clarkson DailyJolt forums. link.

While your personal attacks against me are unfounded, untrue, and further demonstrate a lack of maturity, I can tolerate those... however, your threats of personal property damage are intolerable.

I have filed reports with Campus Safety, Potsdam Police, and have indeed notified Maxfield's proprietors that one individual identified himself as a Chef at Maxfield's restaurant.

I have been in contact with the Senior Class president via email, and have apologized to him for singling out the Clarkson Senior Class. I also recognize that several of you posted in the forum's your feelings that the thread was irresponsible and immature. To anyone else who would like to contact me, you have my email address and I welcome your comments so long as they are void of personal attacks.

Wah... what a freakin day.

So I went to bed around 4am Thursday morning after a rockstar evening... only to be woken up at 7 by a friend who was stranded in what is best succinctly described as a long-winded-emergency-situation... so I got in my car to pick her up, brought her back to my place where we proceeded to sit on the couch in a half comatose state for several hours.

On my way to retrieve said friend, however, I discovered a foot long scratch/dent alongside my previously pristine 2004 VW GTI VR6 :(. So, naturally, I went to take a picture of the damage to report to insurace, only to discover that my brand f*cking new digital camera, is also broken. And wouldn't you know, while I'm leaning over to take a picture of my broken car with my broken camera, my brand new cell phone falls out of my pocket and lands on a rock?

Peter, Paul and Mary.

Anyway... highlight of my day - the lovely Josephine got in touch with me this evening and I wound up unwinding after work with her over a bottle of wine and some nice food at the First Crush. If you read this, baby, it's always a pleasure :).

So here I am.... 6:15 am on Friday morning, STILL UP (yeah, still... haven't slept since Monday night). I'm giving a final in less than 2 hours, and then have my department xmas party. I'm supposed to start making phone calls in 15 mintues to wake up some friends. You know, I had this silly preconception that finals week would be easier as a professor than it was as a student. But when all of a sudden, 80 people give a shit how they're doing, that makes for a stressful week.

Here's lookin foward to '07. To old friends, I miss you. To new ones, I love you all. And to ones I haven't met yet, well, just keep on keepin on.