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Debugging ASP.NET Applications Without Administrator Privileges

September 27th, 2004 No comments

I think most everyone would agree that doing day to day activity on your PC as an administrative user is a bad idea. At the same time, knowing why you shouldn’t run as admin hasn’t been enough to motivate me to confront the inevitable problems you run into when using software that assumes administrative privileges. Well a couple of weeks ago, I finally drank the kooliad and removed my logon account from the administrators group on my laptop. A few things have been annoying, but judicious use of “RunAs” and shortcuts have made it a lot less productivity draining as I’d expected.

The worst issue I’ve run into is debugging ASP.NET applications. By default only administrators have the “SeDebugPrivilege” privilege which is required to attach a debugger to a process running under another user’s account (in this case ASPNET). After reading a few articles and talking to some colleagues I experimented with granting that privilege (via local group policy) to local user groups and even my account specifically. No dice.

I happened to stumble onto an article on The Code Project about CLRDebugEnable, a VS.NET addin for just this problem. I decided not to use the addin itself because it relied on some dicy DLL injection stuff that I didn’t quite understand. That said, the article about the addin had a great low level explanation of why .NET 1.1 requires a user to be a member of the administrators group to debug other users’ processes above and beyond the “SeDebugPrivilege” privilege.

A few google searches lead me to Anil John’s post on developing with Visual Studio.NET 2003 as a non-administrator. Following his instructions, I configured the ASP.NET Worker process on my machine to run with my logon accounts credentials. The credentials are encrypted and stored in the registry using the ASPNET_SETREG utility, but I’m still a bit nervous about the fact that domain administrators could potentially unencrypt my credentials. This shouldn’t be an issue with Whidbey, but I’m going to live in Everett land for quite a bit longer.

Next up, removing my local account on my home machine from the administrators group!


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Capleton at B.B. Kings Blues Club

September 21st, 2004 No comments

Show Review:

Last Tuesday, Renee and I checked out the Capleton Reign Of Fiyah tour’s stop at the BB King Blues Club in NYC. The opening acts were mostly yawn inducing, but Coco Tea impressed me with a great singing voice and lots of good energy. At one point the MC shouted “Where My Jamacains At?” and got a surprisingly lukewarm response from the truly diverse crowd. Renee shouted her head off, of course.

To be honest, though, my interest was in hearing one person. Capleton. I was a bit worried that the show might go on until the wee hours of Wednesday morning, but those fears proved unfounded. The show was set up in a way I’ve never seen before, in that all of the acts performed with the same backing band. When one guy finished his set he stepped off stage and on came the announcer to introduce the next act. Is that the way typical dancehall shows run? At any rate it worked out well as artists hit the stage, performed and then moved on without much dilly dallying.

When Capleton hit the stage, he sent the entire audience into a frenzy. Hips were shaken, fists were pumped, and lighters were flicked as that unmistakable voice filled BB Kings’ with the kind of fervor that the fire man is famous fore. More fire! A lone white hand held aloft a customized cellphone and a small flag with african colors. I grinned from ear to ear as capleton rushed through a quasi-medley of hits like “Who Dem”, “Dem No Like Me”, and even some slack tunes like “Good”. It’s always amused me how “conscious” dancehall artists occassionally throw out incredibly “slack” tunes. I’m not sure I can picture any outwardly religious artists from other genres mixing up songs praising the lord with songs praising of the female form.

But who cares about the contradictions? There’s just something about the man and his zeal for his beliefs that turns to dynamite when floating over heavy dancehall riddims. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a Capleton nut…I nearly lost my mind when I heard the first few chords of “Guerilla Warfare”. The fiery glares that Capleton threw out when the backing band dropped the occassional clam only added to the intensity of the performance. Say what you want about the messages in his songs, Capleton has a unique voice and the kind of stage presence that makes you forget how dorky you probably look busting out nerdy dancehall moves. You know what you’re going to get from his music, as close as we’ll ever come to rasta hardcore (as opposed to Dancehall Hardcore). Mostly shouted vocals, sick chanting, heavy beats and…ok, I’ll say it…fire. I also loved having the chance to see the show with such an awesome tag team partner. At certain points I could see Renee’s pride in her culture and joy in the music almost overwhelm her. And she can dance! Definitely one of the best shows I’ve seen in a while, one of the best times I’ve had in a while and I’m glad to add Capleton to the list of people I’ve gotten to see live.

Except for the last four songs. For some reason, he delivered the last four songs from a part of the backstage area just to the left of the stage. To the left of the stage. We couldn’t see him. Then it got weird. The last two songs were horribly mangled disco covers. Not reggae covers of disco hits mind you, he did a straight faced cover of Anita Ward’s “Ring My Bell”. The whole crowd stood there dumfounded and wondering if it was some new crowd dispersion technique.


Rant:

A few days after the show, Renee sent me an email about a potential boycott of “Reggae Fest Showdown Downtown”. The festival was scheduled for the following sunday, and featured Capleton and a bunch of other artists such as Bounty Killer and Vybez Kartel. It seems that some homosexual rights organizations wanted to protest the violently homophobic lyrics in a lot of dancehall, and stop the show from going off. Despite Renee’s disapproval, I have to say I completely understand the activists opposition to Capleton. His lyrics are in fact violently anti-homosexual. A good portion of the fifty Capleton songs I own contain atleast a passing shot at gays and lesbians. Even songs like “Pure Woman”, a riff on Bob Marley’s “So Much Trouble”, are more condemnations of homosexuality than paeans to women. Quite a few are directly targeted at gay people, and more often than not they encourage “burning up chi chi men”. In one song, the supremely catchy but somewhat disconcerting “Guerilla Warfare” that I mentioned earlier, he has the ironic lines:

 Buss it up for justice and human rights, Buss it 'pon battyman and sodomites 

To be fair, Capleton isn’t the only dancehall artist with a fixation on gay people. Most of the major DJs have anti-gay lyrics, and several including Shabba Ranks, Buju Banton and Beenie Man have had their careers affected by it. The reality is that in Jamaica the crowds expect to hear anti-gay lyrics, and the DJs don’t dissappoint them. When these artists attempt to crossover to the international market they are faced with a crowd that isn’t quite as comfortable
once they find out what the lyrics actually mean. Heck, I was pretty uncomfortable the first time I heard T.O.K’s song of “Chi Chi Man”, a song which features a group of young kids singing “From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar, Blaze up di fire mek we burn dem!”

Jamaicans, including my friend Renee, defend the homophobia saying that it’s a part of the ultra-religious culture. Is that really a valid excuse for it, “my culture espouses those views?” I don’t think it is, and I don’t think I’d accept it if I was the target of their vitriol. I can understand why gay rights groups throughout North America and Europe have pressured concert promoters and sponsors to disavow their connections to these artists. If the artists have a right to express their hatred for homosexuals, surely homosexuals have every right to fight fire with fire (if you’ll excuse the pun). I know that Capleton has never apologized for or tried to temper the meaning of songs that might offend American women, such as the aforementioned “Good Hole”. Why mix words when it comes to the fiyah? If it’s your culture you’re defending, and you believe you’re not doing anything wrong, stand by it! Even if that means not playing certain concerts and not selling a certain amount of records.

The reality is that the artists know that for much of their international crowd reggae is a symbol of liberal views, grass smoking, and peace and love. Burning up gay people doesn’t fit in with that warm and fuzzy good time vibe. And that’s why most of the artists, excepting a few like Sizzla, have tried to temper their stance in the international media. I heard Beenie Man address the issue on Hot 97 a few months back and he did some world class shucking and jiving. Why? Because he knows what being straight forward about his views would do to his record sales in the US. Gotta remember that international audience.

Anyway, if it’s so much of the culture, why didn’t artists like Toots, Prince Buster, Lee Perry and the like have hundreds of anti-gay songs? Does anyone remember the Prince singing, “She like when you wine or grind…burn up de batty boys”? I don’t. It’s not Jamaican culture in general that people are criticizing, just this…let’s admit it, somehwat bizarre…fascination with homosexuality.

The other argument people always use is to claim that the fire is merely symbolic, and not intended to be taken literally. That’s all well and good, but the fact is that many in the audience are taking the statements literally and acting on them. It happens. Buju Banton has recently been in criminal trouble, and there have been several incidents were groups of Jamaicans have attacked homosexuals chanting about “Fiyah!”. If the artists don’t intend for anyone to attack or harass gays, why don’t they come out and plainly state that they are against homosexuality but not homosexuals? Why don’t they condemn anyone who would take violent action based on their lyrics? Oh yeah, gotta remember the audience back at home.

Beyond that, I have a really hard time believing that the songs about shooting gays in the head, or executing them, are merely intended to be metaphorical or allegorical. Let’s be honest, when Capleton is on stage shouting about “Burning Up” this that and the other, he isn’t politely suggesting dialogue on behavior that he believes is unwise. To say anything else is to do a dishonor to the total commitement with which his views are put forth. If these artists really believe in what they are saying enough to yell their heads off about “fiyah”, and “licking a shot at a batty boy head” why try to back away from the inevitable violence that happens? Shouldn’t they be delighted?

That brings up the obvious question; how do I balance my love for the music with my disain for their unhealthy obsession with who sleeps with whom? I love passion, and that’s something that all jamaican music has in spades. But that’s not an answer. I can sympathize with gay people who are fed up with day to day harassment and violent assaults. I can understand dancehall artists who believe homosexuality is wrong and who believe they have a right to speak up about it. In the end, after about 1600 words, I don’t really have an answer.

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Random Band Photo: Bad Wizard

September 8th, 2004 No comments

One night in the spring I decided to drag my butt of the couch and see some live music. Sarah and I checked out Bad Wizard a modern band for people who like music from the 70′s. I happen to be one of them, and had a great time. Up front dual guitars playing solid rock and roll riffs, half unintelligible singing, and a ton of energy. What more could you want on a Friday night at Continental?

When I got home, I did two things. First, I ordered a copy of their CD “Sophisticated Mouth”, which has some great songs. Then I made a note in OneNote to make sure to blog about them. Well, I forgot. Having no notes, and considering it was months ago, I hope you’ll accept a photo in lieu of opinion.




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Behold, the power of rain!

September 8th, 2004 No comments

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Well, the convention never managed to mess up my commute, but a few inches of rain overnight seems to have done the trick. My normal 30 minute commute took an hour and twenty minutes this morning due to service disruptions on the subway system. The walk through the tunnel between the 8th avenue line and the 7 train alone took almost 20 minutes.

I’m sweaty, irritated, and really hoping that things are back on track for the evening commute.

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The Universe is trying to force me to love Jazz!

September 7th, 2004 No comments

The long Labor Day weekend made Sunday into a day for enjoyment, instead of just the day to get ready for work, as it usually is. Sarah, Renee and I took a trip (if you can call five blocks a trip) to The Museum of Natural History’s Human Evolution and Biology exhibit during the day and then we watched Dave Chapelle’s new Showtime standup special during the evening. But that’s all besides the point of this post.

I think the universe is trying to force Sarah and I into being Jazz fans!


After Renee headed home, Sarah and I loafed around watching TV for a bit. Eventually we stumbled onto a performance by some group I’d never heard of on the BET Jazz Channel. I’m not a huge fan of Jazz; I find most of it overly intellectual and just plain boring. In fact, the only two Jazz records I own are are the “Official Jazz Records For People Who Don’t Listen to Jazz”…Miles Davis’ “Kind of Blue” and John Coltrane’s “A Love Supreme”. I love both, but neither convinced me to run out and buy a ton of Jazz CDs or to start watching BET on Jazz. Lots of avante garde crap and new age sounding elevator music have led me to establish a strict No Jazz channel rule, except for when they show performances by Blues guys. Well, this band was different. The songs had a groove that got our feet tapping and they were tuneful enough that you could just sit back and enjoy on a lazy Sunday. Or maybe I’m just different.

I realize that that’s not particularly weird. Bear with me, this is where it gets interesting.

We hadn’t eaten dinner, and Sarah is on a Mexican kick, so we decided to head up to Cafe Ranchero. On the way up Broadway we heard music coming from a restaurant with a neon musical staff above the door. It was Cleopatra’s Needle, a Jazz restaurant that has music seven nights a week and best of all no cover. We’d somehow managed not to notice it in more than a year in the neighborhood! We decided to have dinner there and check out the goings on, thinking we’d hang out for an hour or two and head home for some more quality time with the TV.

Well, two or three hours later we were still there and still having a great time listening to the talented 20-somethings (and a few older folks) who’d brought their horns, drum sticks, stand up basses and piano chops out for our enjoyment. Each of the horn players would step up to take their turn at bat during the lengthy jams, with the rhythm section being swapped out every few songs. In short, it was a jam session…maybe something like what the beats were attending back in the fifties. There were black kids, asian kids, and spanish kids…saxophonists, trombonists, and a piano player that looked like he and the piano were having a hotly contested greco roman wrestling/staring match. There was even a shy asian young lady whose scatting could have been mistaken for Alto Sax. The music was great, and getting to see the musicians comfort with their instruments and courage in taking chances with their solos made it an awesome way to spend a Sunday. I’ll admit to having very simple tastes when it comes to music, but for whatever it’s worth those tastes were more than satisfied. That said, by midnight the energy level had dipped a bit and the crowd had started to talk over the music.

Then, from out of the crowd of horn guys waiting for their turn to burn stepped none other than Wynton Marsalis. The crowd’s energy level went through the roof immediately, and an ear to ear grin spread over my face. I’m no Jazz scholar, but this is a guy who was on Sesame Street for pete’s sake! He lived up to my expectations by playing with an emotional intensity, tone and tunefullness from a whole different league than even the talented performers we’d already heard. It was obvious to even a tin ear like myself. The effect on the other musician’s was also obvious; everyone who followed him seemed to be giving everything they had so as not to disappoint the main man.

Wynton took another solo during the last jam of the night, and after a few more choruses from other horn players the jam session wound to a close. We had just paid our bill, so we were on the way out when the MC thanked Wynton for taking the time to come down. I turned to Sarah just as the realization made impact…she hadn’t recognized him at all! “Wow”, she said, “I just thought everyone was excited because he was so talented.”

All in all a great night, especially when contrasted with the hours of junk TV we would have spent the night watching. Hopefully, I’ll remember that the next time the couch is calling me.

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