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Sunday August 11, 2002
07:08 PM

my least favorite experience on the 'net

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Until 1995 or 1996 (I forget the date, but I remember where I was living at the time) I had all sorts of information in my .sig file. The more useful info was name/phone/address.

I thought phone number and address (mailing address, that is) were useful because folks would have a convenient way to find my phone number if they needed to call me, or my address if they needed to mail me something. This was before everyone was carrying PDAs in their pockets, and the sig info had come in handy for folks in the past. ...and I didn't think it could do any harm.

I was wrong. :(

One afternoon I got a phone call from some woman about some conversation she thought we had had in a white supremacist irc channel the evening prior.

If there's a group for which I have a prejudiced and unreasoned hatred, it's bigots. That may well make me a bigot myself, but I am not a white supremacist.

I was too upset to remember the details of our brief conversation, but the gist was she was sure she had the right person because she had the right combination of name, phone number and address. I was just as sure she had the wrong person.

Minutes after our phone conversation, my .sig was void of any 'useful' information.

The Internet lost some of its charm for me on that day. I don't suppose it actually was any different, but I sure learned to look at it through less-rosy glasses. :/

-matt

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  • Ugh. What a nasty experience. Unfortunately, the otherwise beautiful city that I live in, Portland, OR, also has the dubious distinction of being the whitest city in the United States (yes, we even beat Salt Lake City). I was walking down the street the other day wearing a black shirt with Celtic knots on the front and running down one of the sleeves and I was stopped by a guy telling me that he was proud that others were willing to celebrate their European heritage and not be driven underground. While

  • > Disclaimer: Being proud of my heritage does not mean that
    > I am proud of everything that my ancestors have done.

    I hear ya. I live in the same city as the Jefferson National Genocide Memorial [stlouisarch.com].

    > For an interesting read about our history

    I read that before heading into work this morning, and it had me in a funk the whole walk there. My wife and I are moving to Portland next summer because we love the city. I've visted a few times, she's been once. We've researched Portland and a few other signifi