Looking at my junk email folder, I feel unloved. Normally jammed with obnoxious, fraudulent, and salacious offers, it’s received only eight spams in the last fifteen hours.
That’s a shockingly small number, even with the typical weekend slowdown in such traffic. It’s also low considering that spam has rebounded since a dramatic drop worldwide in November. That drop came when a cybercrime-friendly Internet service provider was shut down. Read More
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Meet my doppelganger. I just saw him and his endless list of exclamation-pointed needs: instant cash, online psychology degree, anatomy adjustments, soul mate promising unspeakable pleasures, discounted Wall Street Journal, and colon cleanse.
In the mirror I don’t see the alleged other me. His image emerges in disjointed words, thousands of them jamming my junk email box.
Every day I delete my automated huckster, my electronic stalker. But he never dies.
Next I’ll drive a wooden stake through my hard drive. It won’t matter. He’ll still be out there, bits and bytes of digital flesh and bone, waiting.
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