Re: Anonymity in the real world John Gilmore writes:

The person who wrote this stuff hasn't thought it through. Any of these things can and do happen right now over the telephone (anonymously) and through postal mail (anonymously). Somehow, society has not fallen into anarchy because anyone can drop a letter in a mailbox. Why not?

(pause here and actually think about it...)

A lot of the stuff that appears on this list appears to come from people glassey-eyed hypnotized by the "power" of the internet, as if society had suddenly started behaving differently because we now type over our telephones. Actually, this is an abuse of a technology, since it's much quicker, and accurate, to talk over a telephone -- greater bandwidth, for those who insist on describing people in mechanical terms. If all our desks were in the same large room, each in its own little cubical, and we communicated by writing on pieces of paper and magically passing them around, the effect would be much the same as the internet -- except that the internet saves about a forest per gigabyte. For those who insist the difference is that the internet is "free", let them remember that each person has either purchased or is paying rent for their desk, but some of the rent is in the form of labor, etc. In this large room there are many people I have never meet, but who still send me pieces of paper. The pieces of paper have names on them, but since I have never meet the person who sends me a particular piece of paper, the names mean nothing; the sender is Anonymous to _me_, though I hope they have some friends. If I get enough pieces of paper from the same person, I eventually come to recognize the name, and form some expectations of what they have written on the piece of paper; then the person is a Pseudonym to _me_, since I still have not yet met that individual. This does not seem to be a lot to argue over. Suppose I now receive a piece of paper that says "Your doom is coming! You have been using my pieces of paper to blow your nose on! I cannot let this insult go unpunished: You will die at midnight!" I could think: well, it's just a piece of paper, there's no particular reason to be afraid of it. I could think: it's a large room, and this sender will have trouble finding me, so my doom will never arrive. I could think: as with most of the people in the room, this sender has never meet me, so my doom will not be able to recognize me. But what do think is: I will arrange to have a policeman at my desk at midnight, since it is still the real world. This is my experience of the internet. ************************************** bandwidth expander: :-) starts here ************************************** Now I will tell a fable about the old use of the telephone. Once upon a time, in a kingdom by the sea, the phone company (TPC) wanted to sell the peasants' phone numbers to anybody the peasants would call. It was an easy way to make gold. TPC said over and over again that peasants really enjoy doing this. However, the peasants didn't want to join in the fun, and insisted on having an option of deciding when TPC could sell the phone numbers -- a cypherpunk might say the peasants wanted to retain control of their anonymity. TPC saw that most of the peasants wouldn't release their phone numbers, and so there wouldn't be enough gold in it, and decided not to offer this wonderful service, and the peasants lived anonymously ever after... ...for about three days until the all the people in the kingdom, suddenly drunk on the newfound anonymity, completely overloaded and destroyed the phone system, by all lifting their phones at once, to place bomb threats. -a2.