("No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.")
I remember the first time I visited Tokyo. The subway to Shinjuku station was packed. People seemed annoyed by my bags. We were really crammed in. Someone remarked to me that it was "rush hour" for people going home from their offices.
I have Asperger's. Plus PTSD from various stuff that happened as a result of that.
So the idea of a safe place to share my strengths (and weaknesses) and try to find a job that doesn't stress me out was really exciteding. So I fired up Tor[2] and tried to register.
Then the confirmation email never name. I tried resending. Set a timer. Wait 15 minutes. Try not to perseverate.
I only have two emails - my main, plus a very old hotmail account which has now been morphed into an Outlook addy. Outlook has a pretty rich feature set, including aliases[1]. So I thought I'd try that.
"There's a temporary problem with the service. Please try again. If you continue to get this message, try again later".
I go through the process again on Outlook. Set a timer for 15 minutes. Try not to perseverate.
I guess I could use my personal email (my first name at my last name dot com), but frankly part of why I was excited about registering.
Maybe the issue is I did the initial account registration over Tor. Or maybe I'm just particuarly unlucky today.
All I know is my rational brain quietly whisper "Oh, just go back later, it's probably some server side bug", and my emotional brain yells back... other things.
I guess I could sign in with my Twitter, but if you'd been through what I've been through, you'd have trouble trusting people too. That's how I got into privacy and security work... feeling like I had a secret, and I needed to protect it.
I had cable internet very early in it's history, and I used to for things other than playing Half Life.
I did not end up going to Stanford, but I went to a decent state school and while I'm not rich, I'm certainly much better of than friends who had other majors.
I once went drinking with a couple very smart women in Mountain View. Both went to a very well known school, got good grades, and had degrees in math heavy STEM fields.
One worked for Google, and lived in a shared house in Sunnyvale because it was the only way to save towards something
The other was a teacher at a fancy school up in SF that will remain un-named. She literally lived in a kitchen pantry in the tenderloin. (Deep pantry - deep enough to fit a bed).
Ok, so not a physics expert so this might sound stupid, but could this mean that radioactive decay is not truly random, just that we can't currently model it? If so, that could have some interesting implications for crypto systems that use radioactive decay as a random seed...
("No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.")