The Packbats' Weblog

At a formative age, we read a 1981 science fiction novella by Vernor Vinge titled True Names, about a population of hyper-hackers doing operations around the world and maintaining the secrecy of their identity to protect them from being controlled by others through elementary magic spells computer exploits.

...come to think, it used "the Internet as a 3D immersive space" as a narrative device eleven years before the publication of Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash made "the Metaverse" a meme. Kinda funny.

Anyway, in retrospect, that novella really encouraged us to think about security of identity in a substantial way. (At least, once we started caring at all.) This is a story in which an action which restricts your identity to three million possible candidates is considered high-risk. The concept of what could expose personal information becomes very broad, when you're thinking about that level.

And then you get into the stories about people identifying physical locations by nothing but the background scenery, or incidental environmental details. Like that time Tom Scott challenged people to identify where he and Matt Parker watched an eclipse from, and they got it within feet.

On that level of investigation - the, to be frank, "ten thousand people decided to stalk you" level - we are shit out of luck. If we wanted to be secret at that level, we would have to burn the name "Packbat" altogether and start over. But ... increasingly, we are very careful about landmarks in our photographs, we don't talk about trash pickup schedules or the weather, and we do not name streets. We will say we are in the mid-Atlantic region - we will even say where within on occasion - but we do not want to be specific enough to phone book.

Because it's 2023, there have been a lot of harassment campaigns that jump from Internet to city streets, and we don't want to make it easy.