December 2003 - cypherpunks-legacy

Nomination of Lyndon Larouche to the UNITED NATIONS OF THE FRINGE
by BUFFU＠aol.com 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

Hey Punks, As a United Nations OF the Cyber Fringe Member, I am asking for your input on giving Lyndon a nomination. So far his war crimes only include insanity and stupidity. Being as Presidential elections will be coming in the next few years, and I can't vote for my granpa again because he died. And Captain Kangaroo and Mr. Green Jeans arn't interested in being endorsed by anyone, that leaves us without a candidate. If we vote in Lyndon and his crew, we would have gophers during our UN meetings. I'm trying to get a web page for the UNOCF but until then I'm winging it. Consult all your Homies and let me know. Sincerely, Beth

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17 Dec '03

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More on WIPO Copyright Amendment
by John Young 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

To amplify the earlier NY Times report on the July 17 passage of the Krug amendment to the WIPO copyright act, which once banned encryption analysis, Reuters today says: The committee also approved an amendment allowing cryptography researchers to crack anti-piracy safeguards as part of their work. And an amendment was added allowing Internet users to disable such measures to prevent the collection of personal information. The Reuters report: http://jya.com/wipo-hit2.htm ----- Thanks to DM.

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Re: 3DES weak because DES falls to brute-force? (was Re: JohnGilmore...)
by Kawika Daguio 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

If you listen to those in the exploitation community you might hear that 3DES provides less comparable security relative to DES than you know or have stated. Either way, however, it is more than sufficiently strong to secure any kind of traffic one might contemplate sending over a network. 3DES should work for a while, but I would prefer something more elegant and efficient. We have pushed 3DES forward as an interim standard, and are moving 3DES out into the world and the AES (128 and 256) forward to provide us another long-term solution. We told NIST that we hoped the AES could serve as a 20-30 year solution and are pushing algorithm agnostic standards to avoid similar obstacles to a transition in the far off future. One of the reasons we so aggressively pursued the negotiations over export control with the Administration and have pushed the AES, and our PKI is the collateral damage from the export control legislative debate. When the AES is finalized it will be followed closely by an ANSI X9 standard. Once these standards and infrastructure are established, the concerns about brute force attacks should be largely behind us. kawika daguio my views only >>> Ryan Lackey <rdl(a)MIT.EDU> 07/20/98 02:16PM >>> Sigh. One should not do math before coffee. Let's try this again: If you assume 2^56 requires $50k and 3 days, and are willing to take 2^8 times longer and spend 2^16 times more, and want to break a 2^112 bit key, and assume technology doubles in performance for this particular operation per year, then the calculation is easy to do. 112 - 56 - 16 - 8 = 32 If you wait 32 years, and have *incredible* performance gains in excess of what we have now (but which I think could be possible for worst-case crypto breaking chips, since they have relatively little in the way of communication, and have small units), and have a budget of 16 times what the DES cracker had (about $3b, which is totally reasonable), and are willing to wait about 2 years, you can brute force 3DES in the year 2030. There is still very little that is relevant in 32 years, and there is still a far better chance that some analytic attack will be discovered, a fundamental breakthrough in computation will happen, etc. before that time. 112 bits is below the "physical impossibility" point as far as key size goes (I like the calculation based on free energy in the universe in Applied Crypto). Chapter 7 in Applied Crypto is probably a far better analysis than mine, especially as it includes the caveat emptor section. Perhaps it is correct, "It's time to bring on those 128, 192, and 256-bit keys", at least for some systems, although I'd definitely prefer multiple ciphers separately keyed with long keys than n-DES for such long-term use. Calculating future key lengths really *is* a losing game. -- Ryan Lackey rdl(a)mit.edu http://sof.mit.edu/rdl/

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17 Dec '03

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by Craz8Grl＠aol.com 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

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by LrdWill＠aol.com 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

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If You Think I'm Crazy Now... - SPACE ALIENS HIDE MY DRUGS!!!
by Linda Reed--PCC West Campus CSC 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

If ou Think I'm Crazy Now ou Should Have Seen Me When I Was A Kid ~Geezinslaw Brothers SPACE ALIENS HIDE M DRUGS!!! _____________________________ From: MX%"chrisharwig(a)hetnet.nl" "kryz" To: MX%"bleed(a)west.cscwc.pima.edu" Subj: Re: Leftist Nutly News - SPACE ALIENS HIDE M DRUGS!!! I think you're a bit out of line. Wish you well and all of that. Strength that is. ---------- A "bit" out of line? I'm trying to be *way* out of line, but I guess I'm a failure at that, too <sigh>. Children of the 60's can all remember where they were when they heard about JFK being shot. Many of them can remember where they were when they bought their first pound of pot, and most of them can remember where they were when they sold their first pound of pot (particularly if they got busted in the process.) I bought my first pound of pot in a public park in Edmonton, Alberta. I needed to sell it to get the money to pay a fine for drug possession, and I couldn't, in good conscience, pay it with money that I'd earned by working for a living at my regular job. Let me explain... It was the summer of 1969... [Debitor's Bad Note: If 90% of the events in the Author's life seem to have somehow occurred in 1969, this might be the result of the massive electroshock and hypnosis treatments HeOrSheOrIt underwent under the...care...of an MKULTA physician in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Abram Hoffer, who undoubtedly appears as only a minor, peripheral figure, if at all, in most literature on the subject...likely as a result of great care being taken by shadowy background figures to keep him out of the limelight, ala Kim Philby, due to the fact that the record of his 'personal history' seems to be unable to withstand close scrutiny once one begins to investigate the time periods preceding the end of WWII. Hhhmmmm...] Quit interrupting, Dogamnnit! Anyway, I was working in orkton, Saskatchewan and living with a sixteen year old high school student with no parents, no job, no source of income, who always paid his share of the rent, and always had better clothes and more spending money than me. [It turned out that he had two motto's in life. 1)Everything that isn't nailed down, is mine. 2)Anything I can pry loose, isn't nailed down...] The apartment we shared tended to be a hang-out for a variety of local high-school kids, who would invariably bring by any interesting characters passing through town on the couch circuit, who needed a place to crash for the night. One of these characters was Frank Skanks, an older fellow. The drug scene in orkton was basically a Virtual Drug Scene, where most people knew somebody who knew somebody who had once copped a bag of weed on a trip with their parents to Vancouver, and shared it with a few close friends on their return. Upon Franks arrival, however, things picked up, and a few of the local kids suddenly seemed to have access to a fair amount of smoking dope. There even seemed to be some acid floating around. I returned home one evening to find a bottle of wine in the fridge, and had several large glasses before 'the gang' returned from a trip to the Dairy Queen, whereupon they became dismayed to find that I had consumed such a large portion of a concoction they had prepared in accordance with Ken Kesey's directions in 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.' That seemed to explain the fact that I was able to pick up Messages >From Mars through the fillings in my teeth, which I had always had trouble doing before... I found it to be a fairly pleasant experience, even though I did feel a slight bit of guilt, knowing that I had inadvertantly setback the plans of a dozen or so people who had hoped to get high with the portion of Dr. Skank's Magic Elixir which I had unwittingly consumed. I didn't mind being 'dosed,' since I had already figured on trying LSD on the proverbial SomeDay. When my enlightened reverie was interrupted, however, by the sight of Frank Skanks teaching a group of thirteen-to-fifteen year olds how to tie-off and shoot up, my pleasant experience took on a rather sour note. When my efforts to put a stop to the proceedings failed, largely due to the rush of young children knocking me down in order to get a good place in the line that was forming, waiting for Frank to find one of his few remaining good veins, I decided that, in the interests of saving at least a single child, I would call on Dudley DoRight for help. I walked to the local RCMP station, dodging the dinosaurs and hobbits which seemed to be everywhere, in a multitude of colors, and proceeded to inquire as to whether they might be interested in helping to postpone a group of young teenagers' entry into the world of needles and spoons and basement rooms until a later age, when they might be in a position to make better judgements in that regard. After throwing me in a jail cell, and grabbing a wide variety of heavy weaponry, a quickly assembled RCMP assault force rushed out the door, to 'save the children.' I had the uneasy feeling that they were intent on saving them even if it meant killing them. I didn't get any sleep that night, undoubtedly as a result of the fact that I was 'tripping for twelve,' and I could hear a lot of muffled, semi-legible conversations taking place on the far side of the walls, or door. They didn't seem to make sense, and I assumed that it was because of my temporary residence of planets of another galaxy. The clearest verbal communication I heard, as the door to the jail cells was opened, was, "Wrong door!" I don't know who spoke those words, but I imagine that it was one of the Mounties in the company of Frank Skanks, who was staring at me with extremely wide eyes, and with excrement obviously filling his shorts in less time that it take to utter, "Can you say *cop*! Sure you can..." I was totally dumbfounded, as well as still extremely wasted, but I still managed to smile, and say, "Nice suit, Frank." before the door closed and the conference which had apparently just broken up was quickly reconvened. Being young and naieve, I thought that this was the end of the story, an interesting story I would someday be able to tell my grandchildren, after DNA testing showed my denials of paternity to be outright lies. What I didn't understand, at the time, was that my surprise at finding that the Great Canadian Hero, Dudley DoRight, was somehow involved in something which seemed to run contrary to the Official Movie Mythology, would soon be supplanted by total incredulity that the spot of shit I had observed on the end of Dudley's Dick would soon prove to be a massive amount of shit covering the RCMP members' members all the way to their pelvis, and dripping down off thier balls into their rubber boots. And the shit would smell an awful lot like mine... The Official Story was that, after performing a search of my apartment, and finding nothing, the RCMP returned with members of the force who were more 'experienced' in this area, who, lo and behold, found a single joint in a suit-jacket pocket. I was charged with possession of marijuana. Tiny, a member of the Apollos Motorcycle Club in Regina, who Frank had travelled into town with, had apparently told Frank to 'fuck off' when asked to introduce him to individuals throughout the province, with Frank paying travelling expenses and providing spending money during the trips. Tiny was willing to testify in court as to Franks apparent instigation of illegal activities on behalf of some entity who seemed to be funding him. A few days before the trial, we were pulled over by the Mounties, who took Tiny into their police car to have a chat with him. Upon his return, Tiny told me that it was suggested to him that if I got off on the charge, that they would have to find someone else to take the fall, and that he was next in line. Tiny assured me that he would still be there for the trial. Bye, Tiny... In order to convict me of possession of a single joint, the RCMP sent two Mounties to my hometown for a week or so to investigate me, as well as contacting everyone I have known since birth. Although my lawyer had assured me that the case would undoubtedly be thrown out of court as a result of the RCMP's tacit admission that a wide variety of individuals had been seen coming and going from my apartment between the first and second searches (while I was still in jail), I was convicted, receiving a criminal record and a $ 300.00 fine (at a time when other people were getting $ 50.00 fines and conditional discharges--no criminal record). Being a well-programmed True Believer in Truth, Justice, The Flag, The National Anthem, Dudley DoRight, Mom's Apple Pie, ad infinituum, it took me quite a while to fully understand that I had been screwed, blued and tattoo'd for the crime of...seeing something that I wasn't meant to see. Those who have found themselves subjected to my insane, inane, wild-eyed rants on the CypherPunks Disturbed Male LISP might be surprised to know that I didn't, at the time, get 'a bit out of line,' as <chrisharwig(a)hetnent.nl> might say. As a matter of fact, I pretty much retained my naievity, somehow convincing myself that this event in my life obviously had to be some kind of aberration of TheWayThingsAre (TM), or that the RCMP detachment in orkton had been taken over and subverted by the Body Snatchers, and that I should just mark it all up to having a BadHairDay. {I have not come by my cynicism easily, having had it pounded into me over the course of the years by a variety of members of our Officially Recognized Authorities who deemed that, once I had become an OfficiallyLabledBadGuy, I was fair game for anyone who was in need of 'someone doing something dirty, decent folks can frown on.'} Although I will freely admit that I remained, for the time being, an ignorant, well-programmed middle-class Canadian white boy, I am rather proud of the fact that I showed a spark of future promise as an individual capable of evolving into AManWorthyOfBeingCalledAMan, as Gurdjieff would say, by listening to the voice inside which told me that there was a line I could not cross and still retain any semblance of integrity and self-respect. I could not, in good conscience, allow these thieves to take my hard earned money, in payment of the court-ordered fine. I was met, after my conviction, on the steps of the courhouse, by a group of local teenagers, most of whom I did not know, who were aware that I had never smoked a joint in my life, and had decided that if I had to do the time, I might as well do the crime. The first joint I ever smoked was on the courthouse steps in orkton, Saskatchewan, after having been railroaded into a criminal conviction in order to prevent my being in a position to speak out about my inadvertantly gained knowledge of RCMP malefeasance. The first pound of weed I ever bought was in a public park in Edmonton, Alberta, which I sold in orkton, Saskatchewan, in order to pay a fine that resulted for conviction of possession of a drug I had not only never before done, but had never before seen. So, Constable McClean and Corporal Esau, swear out some new warrants and take me to court. I've already confessed... Sincerely, Mr. BigFuckou

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Re: 3DES weak because DES falls to brute-force? (was Re: John Gilmore...)
by Steve Schear 17 Dec '03

17 Dec '03

>One of the reasons we so aggressively pursued the negotiations over export >control with the Administration and have pushed the AES, and our PKI is >the collateral damage from the export control legislative debate. When >the AES is finalized it will be followed closely by an ANSI X9 standard. >Once these standards and infrastructure are established, the concerns >about brute force attacks should be largely behind us. I think it likely, biological computation based brute force attacks will be available much sooner than many think. --Steve --------------------------------------------------------------------- reply to schear - at - lvcm - dot - com --- PGP mail preferred, see http://www.pgp.com and http://web.mit.edu/network/pgp.html RSA fingerprint: FE90 1A95 9DEA 8D61 812E CCA9 A44A FBA9 RSA key: http://keys.pgp.com:11371/pks/lookup?op=index&search=0x55C78B0D ---------------------------------------------------------------------

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17 Dec '03

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