Wednesday February 21 _________________________________________________________________ LEGENDS OF THE FRONTIER, PT. 1 "He's your worst nightmare," the townsfolk were whispering, "A smart outlaw with a death wish." Kid Mitnick had been part of frontier life for years. It had gotten to the point where he was pretty much just accepted, a force of nature, like the winds that howled across the prarie. Yet, it was undoubtedly bothersome to wake up in the morning, go out to your barn, and find he'd been in there at night slapping paint on your horses. And for what? For the *fun* of it! This was one twisted cowboy. But then he messed with the wrong lawman. WHY WE LOVE THE HACKER STORY Tsutomu Shimomura, the guy who brought in Kid Mitnick, is the return of the western hero, cyber-style. He was the guy who stood up. He was the guy who said "enough". He was the guy who WOULD NOT TAKE IT ANY MORE. [ed: apologies to Robert de Niro and Paul Schrader] And so, for all of us, (but most of all for himself) he sallied forth, alone onto the digital frontier, and chased his man. He chased him through Unix Servers and X-Windows Workstations, from satellites to relay stations, never resting, tracking a data trail that to the rest of us would be as invisible as an Indian Spirit. And, like the Lone Ranger and Samurai swordsmen that he is no doubt descended from, when it came time to accept the kudos for what he had done, Tsutomu strode silently into the sunset. Even when his helpless and quartered foe uttered those most rare of words, "I respect your skills," silence was Kid Mitnick's only answer. Silence. The most definitive victory cry of all. [ed: The above refers to this week's computer security saga from the press, so ably reported by John Markoff in the New York Times, concerning the rogue hacker, Kevin Mitnick, who was apprehended this week through the extraordinarily skilled efforts of security expert Tsutomu Shimomura. If you haven't read it, go to the effort to find the articles. It's a great story.] _________________________________________________________________ LEGENDS OF THE FRONTIER, PT. 2 Roy Bean, so the story goes, set himself up and Judge, Jury and Executioner out in parts of Texas where things were a might too hairy for regular law. He was easily more than half criminal himself, and that's what made him a good judge. There was no bamboozling old Roy Bean. It didn't matter how much liquor he had drunk. He could still spot a liar, cheat, horsethief, murderer or whatever when he saw one. And he saw them every day, sometimes when they weren't even there. He might have hung a few innocent ones along with the guilty, true enough. But out there, that was just the way business was done. Judge Stanley Sporkin sets up his court in much the same way. It doesn't matter that his role in the Microsoft case was slightly more judicial than a rubber stamp. A file marked "Microsoft" crosses his desk, you can be damn sure he's gonna take a good look inside. What he saw was a company that has run roughshod for too long over too many little wannabees. Microsoft says it's unAmerican to punish a company that just does software, and the business of software, better than its competitors. Stanley Sporkin says its unAmerican to let a megalithic company that systematically snuffs out creative startups through predatory pricing and a host of other sleazy tactics. You can opine any way you want on the case, but you gotta love this old crusty sonuvabitch. Nothing and no one will tell him where or when he gets to say his piece. No Bill Gates, no Janet Reno, no army of Washington lawyers is going to keep Stanley Sporkin from trying to string up a few bad guys. Still, I wouldn't want to live with him. _________________________________________________________________ -FIN- ----- -CHRONICLE STREAM- --- _________________________________________________________________