I’m bestowing upon myself the rank of WordPress Blackbelt. A couple years ago, I wrote a post about how to copy your WordPress installation from your internet server to your localhost server. I was new to WordPress and had trouble with the simplest things. A lot of people have posts and help on the internet, but when you’re new web development and you’re stuck on something – and I mean really stuck, and there’s no one to turn to, you have two choices: you can give up or you can persevere. I keep choosing to persevere and I’m glad. It has made me so much stronger and has given me so much confidence.
Two years later, I still have a lot to learn. But, I have the basics down and I can survive in this jungle they call the internet. I fear no hacker. Two years ago, when someone said HTML, I said gesundheit. Today I can tell you how to launch a WordPress site with secure table prefixing, protect your wp-config file with htaccess, firewall your site from malicious hackers, sniff out base64 injection hacks and find the IP address of the motherfucker who tried to jack you and block his ass. I can tell you how to block proxy access from malbots that come to steal my shit and put them on the blacklist until they come back on their knees with an apology. I feel like finally I can survive in this jungle of web development.
Even if you can get through my black belt defenses, I can re-spawn in under a half hour like a I didn’t miss a beat. I can’t tell you what confidence that gives me. It makes me feel so good to be writing this post [that no one will ever probably read]. It makes me feel like I can put some teeth behind my testament to a future client that your code is safe with me.
As I write this, I am deleting my entire respectmyplanet.org site so I can relaunch it with secure table prefixing which is something I didn’t even know about when I started using WordPress. I can’t tell you what a confidence boost it was to press the delete button on the website that got it all started. Just knowing that I can bring that site up from the dead with twice as much security with the utmost confidence and ease inspired me to write this. It really feels good.
All I hope is that I can pay it forward. I hope that I can help someone else that might be as helpless and in need of help as I was two years ago. I hope I can write and screencast some tutorials at wandelogic.com that help the next guy or gal that treads down this path. There are a couple of poems that have meant a lot to me my entire life: If by Rudyard Kipling and The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole. If is a great poem that my dad has read to me since I was child and is probably my favorite. The Bridge Builder didn’t reach my eyes and psyche until much later in life but its effect was no less profound. Today I’m reminded of that poem and I post it here. I hope one day what I have struggled to learn can help someone else.
Respectfully Submitted – The Daddyblog Webmaster
The Bridge BuilderAn old man going a lone highway,Came, at the evening cold and gray,To a chasm vast and deep and wide.Through which was flowing a sullen tideThe old man crossed in the twilight dim,The sullen stream had no fear for him;But he turned when safe on the other sideAnd built a bridge to span the tide.“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,“You are wasting your strength with building here;Your journey will end with the ending day,You never again will pass this way;You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,Why build this bridge at evening tide?”The builder lifted his old gray head;“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,“There followed after me to-dayA youth whose feet must pass this way.This chasm that has been as naught to meTo that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!