The Electronic Frontier Foundation is doing a very cool project called the Blog-a-Thon, where everyone is invited to blog about the first time they did something to stand up for their digital rights.

Mine would have to be the summer of 1993, just before I started law school. I’d already been a avid Internet user for 7 years at that point, but my first digital activism was on an old-fashioned land-line telco issue.

I took an unpaid internship with then State Senator Lynn Adelman, who was trying to get the Wisconsin Public Service Commission to regulate Caller ID in Wisconsin, to provide privacy protections for telephone users.

What we wanted was free per-line blocking of Caller ID for consumers, if they requested it, and for that to be included by default for consumers with unlisted telephone numbers.

I organized witnesses for the hearing.

We had police officers, who testified about the risks Caller ID poses for officers who are working undercover, consumer advocates who wanted to protect the rights of people to call businesses and ask questions without disclosing their telephone numbers, advocates for battered women who worried that Caller ID might provide abusers with the ability to harass their victims, even when the victims might have a legitimate need for occasional ongoing contact, ie for child support or in dealing with a family emergency. We also had civil liberties advocates, privacy advocates, and telecommunications & privacy academics who testified that if only a tiny minority of people used Caller ID blocking, as would almost certainly be the case if it was made available only on a per call basis, then it would fail to protect vulnerable consumers such as undercover officers. And we had regular people who just wanted an easy way to keep their telephone number private.

Unfortunately, the Wisconsin Public Service Commission seemed to hear only about 3% of what we said. They ultimately ruled that domestic violence shelters, "certified" battered women and undercover police officers should be eligible for per line blocking of Caller ID. But no one else. Not even for money.

I still don’t know what a certified battered woman is. 

What’s interesting to me is how much losing the Caller ID regulation issue changed the landscape of the privacy fight.

Today, it sounds bizarre that people would oppose Caller ID and be concerned about the privacy implications. But back in 1993 and 1994, I was a passionate advocate. My friends knew not to even let me get started on the subject. And I was a holy terror once in 1997, upon discovering that my housemates Patrick and Mark had secretly ordered Caller ID for our communal telephone, even though they knew how I felt about it. (Wanting to avoid my wrath, they hid the Caller ID device in Mark’s room.) Today, even to me, that concern about Caller ID seems almost Don Quixote-like.

And THAT is precisely what is so dangerous about the erosion of personal privacy. We don’t usually lose privacy protections in great dramatic moments. Instead, they get slowly smaller and less effective. When privacy protections are gone, instead of feeling exposed and at risk, we more often simply accept that "this is how life is."

Which is why we need organizations like the ACLU, EFF, CDT, and others to keep trying to protect privacy and other civil liberties in the Internet age. And why groups like the American Library Association keep fighting to remove or restrict Section 215 of the USA Patriot Act, which lets the FBI secretly subpoena library records for practically any excuse. Without them, even more of our personal privacy will become laughably obsolete.

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Augusten Burroughs’ memoir of growing up in Northampton, Running with Scissors, is both horrifying and facinating. It is also very well written, and if you can handle the very high creepy factor, well worth reading. He gets compared to David Sedaris all the time, but I think Augusten Burroughs is more like the love child of Sedaris, Mark Leyner, and Poppy Z. Brite (only without the vampires).

Reading it pregnant is like reading a giant blaze-orange warning label against the idea that children should be encouraged to be free instead of disciplined and made to do things they don’t like, or maybe even hate, like going to school, being forbidden from engaging in spontaneous home improvement projects, and only dating people close to their own age.

It also served as a strange reminder that although we think of "cults" as being big, well-organized institutions like the Moonies, they can exist in smaller personality & power driven enclaves as well.

Burroughs never describes the Finch family as a cult. But given that Dr Finch convinced his patients to engage in completely bizarre behavior that seems so outside of the bounds of normal therapy, including giving him control over their lives or families at an insane degree, it really seems like he had a little cult following.

The most disturbing aspects of the story involved Augusten and his "sister" Natalie both being encouraged to date much older adults while they were in their early teens. Dr Finch actually gave another local man in his 40s custody of his daughter Natalie, in exchange for money, knowing full well that the man intended to have a sexual relationship with this young teenage girl. Eventually, Natalie ran away from the man and returned to the extremely relative safety of her biological family. Augusten wasn’t sold quite so openly, but he too was encouraged to date a man in his 30s while he was 13 years old. In an added bizarre twist, Augusten’s boyfriend had been adopted as an older teen or adult by the same Finch family — so Augusten’s relationship should have been viewed as both utterly age-inappropriate and as incest.

I’m not sure whether or not I’m going to read more of his work. He’s a very good writer, but I don’t know if I can handle the stories.

 

 

Coming home from Anna’s wedding in New York this weekend, I was stuck in the airport for a long time. Between the delay and the flight, it was clear I didn’t have enough reading material. So I was forced to go shopping in the Newark Airport terminal B books & news store.

I made a really bad choice.

The choice was so bad, I actually couldn’t finish the book. If I hadn’t thrown away the reciept, I would have returned the book before I even left the airport. That’ll teach me.

I bought Ellen Degeneres’s new book, The Funny Thing Is.

Now, I like Ellen. I think she’s funny live. I had high hopes for this book.

And normally, I believe in the idea of writing using the same style in which you speak. I like that conversational tone.

Unfortunately, Ellen’s aside-filled banter, while very funny as verbal monologue, just doesn’t work in essay form. It fails so completely that I could only force my way through about 30 pages of the book. I can imagine Ellen telling some of these stories and them being funny, but in writing, they sounded flat, forced, and boring.  After roughly 30 pages, I decided that I’d rather go buy some magazines, or maybe finish re-reading Snow Crash and then just sleep on the plane.

Bottom Line: Just watch her on TV.

 

Hollis Gillespie is a hilarious writer.

Her tone is conversational, wry, and Southern in a way I can’t quite define. She reminds me of David Sedaris and of Florence King, especially in King’s Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady. She also reminds me of Susan Gilman.
 

I love that Gillman refers to her fetus as "Sprogette" while she’s pregnant. And I love the way she gripes about her friends, especially the drag queens.

I either read or heard a wonderful quotation from Gillespie on the title of this book. She indicated that she thought "recovering" was much more hopeful than "reformed." She hopes she’ll fall off the wagon in a wonderful adventure, and thought "reformed" sounded much too strict and final.

If you feel like another word about Harry Potter will make you go postal, go read Confessions of a Recovering Slut. I promise, you’ll feel better.

 

I have a new favorite Harry Potter book.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock this week, you’ve probably heard that this book is "darker" than the earlier books, and that the fun details of the earlier books, like Quidditch, and the characters Hagrid the half-giant and Nearly-Headless-Nick, are reduced to almost walk-on roles in
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

This is true.

And it is the best thing that could have happened to the series.

Harry is getting older, and he’s facing all the usual difficulties of being 16, plus losing his one decent "relative," godfather Sirius Black, and being hunted by the most powerful and evil villian in his universe. If it weren’t a dark book, it would also lose the humanity that made the earlier books moving and powerful, and made the series is the insane phenomenon that it is.

Interesting plot points that are ALSO SPOILERS:

1) Harry was right about Professor Snape all along. He is still a Death Eater, and he’s been at Hogwarts spying on Dumbledore and taking advantage of Dumbledore’s trusting nature. Very early in the book, he demonstrates his loyalty to Voldemort and his supporters by taking an Unbreakable Vow to help Draco Malfoy with a task that Voldemort has given Draco. Draco, for reasons that are left slightly ambiguous in this book, doesn’t want Snape’s help, but when the moment comes, he has no choice.

Unfortunately, no one believes Harry about Snape until too late. Horribly, horribly, horribly, Snape kills Dumbledore, who has used his last moment of action to sacrifice himself and protect Harry. Harry sees the entire thing, but is powerless to do anything.

Incidently, Snape and Draco both disappear at the end of the book. Harry also makes noises about not coming back to Hogwarts for a 7th year, but since the conflict with Voldemort is unresolved, we know he’s returning in some way. But is it possible that Snape will be a minor character dragged out for the climactic fight scene in book 7???? And Draco will be unable to torment Harry at Hogwarts?

2) How Voldemort has managed to achieve "immortality" or at least avoid actually dying: He has divided his soul into multiple parts, which are then protectively hidden in physical objects, which are called "horcruxes". In order to kill him, all the horcruxes need to be destroyed. Dumbledore thinks that Voldemort divided his soul into 7 parts, and at least two of them have been destroyed, including back in Book 2, when Harry drove the basilisk fang into Voldemort’s old school diary.

In this book, Dumbledore winds up weak enough that he gets killed because in the course of looking for one of these objects, he drinks a quantity of terrible poison.

3) The relationships that have been slowly brewing in Gryffindor finally blossom.

Ron and Hermione bicker and fight through most of the book, because in the way of real teenagers, they have no idea how to tell each other how they feel. Instead they hurt each other and try to distract themselves with other "romantic" interests until a crisis brings out the truth.

One thing not satisfactorily explained is why Hermione quit seeing Viktor Krum, but that’s a small point.

Harry and Ginny’s hookup is given less elaborate foreshadowing, at least in the earlier books. But it seems entirely plausible, if not overly predictable given the whole connection between Harry and the Weasley family.

That said, when Harry breaks it off at the end of the book, because of his concern that Voldemort and his followers will try to use Ginny to hurt him, it seems real, terrible, and heartbreaking. I hope his resolve weakens in the next book.

Like I said, I have a new favorite Harry Potter book, and I’m delighted that the books are growing up.

 

No. I re-read a few books, and of course, the new Harry Potter. Reviews will come.

I’ve hardly posted anything in the last week for two reasons. First, I’ve been queasy and icky feeling most of the time, which has me seriously uninterested in focusing on anything.

And second, I was in class all weekend. Which was extra-challenging with the whole queasy thing going on. But, the class was GREAT, as usual. This weekend, the focus was on dreams — as in "what did you always dream of doing, that you haven’t done (yet)?" What dreams have you given up on? What new dreams do you have?

For me, the most inspriational moment was during our Saturday evening community & social event, when people — both in the class and guests — were asked to share dreams that they’ve had and fulfilled upon in life.

The course leader called on Jill, who told everyone about leaving her job as Director of Operations for the Washington Redskins stadium to become a professional actor, and having her professional theatre debut less than a year later. Jill very sweetly gave me lots of credit for that, but she was the one who took classes, went on auditions, studied and practiced her craft, and kept going even when it was hard and frustrating or disappointing. It was completely worth the financial challenge of living on one income to create the opportunity for Jill to pursue a dream like that.

The next day, several people from the class came up to me and told me how inspired they were by Jill’s story, and what wonderful energy and presence she had.

Here’s a question for you: If you KNEW that you could not fail, what dream would you pursue?

(I’ll post my answer in a couple of days.)

 

Thanks, Sean, for linking to the Wired article in your comment about the Anti-Spyware Coalition.

Towards the end of the article, there’s a quotation from Ben Edelman that has gotten under my skin. What he said was, "You don’t need a committee of 50 smart guys in D.C. sipping ice tea in order to decide [people don't want spyware]." (emphasis mine)

As one of the group of people who sat in a room in DC for 2 days, and on numerous heated conference calls, debating and revising these documents, that line just made me feel invisible. And indignant, not only for myself, but for the surprisingly large number of other smart women who actually were in that room and on those calls.

For as long as I’ve worked in the high-tech world, both as a lobbyist and inside tech companies, I’ve had a practice of actually counting the diversity in the room in Big Meetings. (No wonder I didn’t make it as an academic; I’ve never kept those notes.) Men nearly always outnumber women, sometimes 4:1 or more, and the room often has no African Americans, Latinos, or Native Americans. Usually there is at least one Asian, but the room is generally very white.

The Anti-Spyware Coalition meeting, by contrast, was roughly 30% women. And it wasn’t just women from corporate communications offices, as occasionally happens. There were women hardcore technologists, product people, and lobbyists too. And while the room was very white, there was at least one African American and there were at least two Asians.

But even though it is a frustrating fact that there are not very many women in these technology/tech policy circles, it is even more frustrating to have the myth that "there aren’t any" constantly promoted. That simply isn’t true, but repeating it and repeating it and repeating it, and behaving as if it were true, does make women feel unwelcome, and weirdly defensive.

I know that I used to be pretty humorless about inclusive language, and I swear, I’ve lightened up a lot since college. But there’s just this visceral reaction I have to feeling invisible — I hate it, and I can’t ignore it. I don’t think Ben was trying to be sexist. I think he had a picture in his mind of what that meeting probably looked like, and women just weren’t in it.

And I guess the bottom line is that’s what sucks.

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