Your identity, as found by others
I was under the impression that sowing panic was against certain statutes. Things like calling that 91-1 (or is it 9-11?) telephone number and announcing that the sky was falling. Or standing up in a crowded theatre and shouting Fire! when you don’t have a handy cannon. Dispensing confusion. This afternoon, there’s a link to a story over on Slashdot that deals with how our privacy is being frittered away, through our own fault/no fault of our own.
Corporations are lazy. Due care and attention costs profit, and that is against the basics of running a company. Think of the banks, and their attempts to make sure it is really me that is withdrawing my money from that savings account. Perhaps not; banks aren’t very good at that. At least some have moved past the basic of “who’s your Mama?” as a test of identity.
Going back to before Google (we now calculate our modern time as BG/AG), I’ve been a trivial hunter. Trying to find out the who, what, when, where, why with a preference for the “where is who”? With the help of spiders, anything that ends up on the web ends up being accessible.
Need a signature? Check out the various delivery firms. Need a picture of your land? Check out the realtors in your area. Need a laugh? Check out Facebook. I haven’t found any karaoke samples yet, but that’s purely a matter of time. The reality is that we no longer live in villages (where everybody knew everybody else’s business); we live in an Internet world where those who care enough to search for you will find you, eventually. If nobody knocks on your door, well, sorry about your friendless state of affairs.
