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Today was a seven-Viagra day. Not the pill, the spam mail. By noon I'd received seven mail messages about Viagra, five about how to lose weight, four about why now was the best time to refinance my house, three for psychic readings that promised to unlock my potential, two from mail order bride services from foreign lands with hard-to-pronounce names, and one from an office supply warehouse offering an incredible deal on bulk purchases of multi-colored file folders.
Techwit: Spam, I am 051903 business 3 The Juneau Empire Online Today was a seven-Viagra day. Not the pill, the spam mail. By noon I'd received seven mail messages about Viagra, five about how to lose weight, four about why now was the best time to refinance my house, three for psychic readings that promised to unlock my potential, two from mail order bride services from foreign lands with hard-to-pronounce names, and one from an office supply warehouse offering an incredible deal on bulk purchases of multi-colored file folders.

Techwit: Spam, I am

Today was a seven-Viagra day. Not the pill, the spam mail. By noon I'd received seven mail messages about Viagra, five about how to lose weight, four about why now was the best time to refinance my house, three for psychic readings that promised to unlock my potential, two from mail order bride services from foreign lands with hard-to-pronounce names, and one from an office supply warehouse offering an incredible deal on bulk purchases of multi-colored file folders.


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By Jason Ohler
It's the last one that really bothers me. I'm pretty thick skinned, but when someone implies that I don't keep enough office supplies on hand I really get steamed.

My informal research suggests that the spam I receive is fairly typical. Who sends us this stuff? Those with the most to gain by understanding our weaknesses: Advertisers. Why do they send us this stuff? Simple. Their billions of dollars of research have figured out that we are basically insecure, crassly overweight, desperately lonely, sexually dysfunctional, always broke and - worst of all - in need of file folders. They see it as a win-win situation: They make money while helping make our lives a little less miserable.

How do they find us? We tell them who we are, what we like and how to contact us. Every time we click on an icon, fill out a product registration form, or sign up to hear about the latest in Caribbean cruises, the greater world of Internet advertising wakes up and says, "we've got a live one!" We invite them into our lives just by virtue of being curious and trusting. You can look at this as intrusive, or you can see it as inclusive. After all, if there's a deal on Viagra or a Caribbean cruise then you'd like to know about it, wouldn't you? And if some enterprising vacation company offered both in a package deal - and threw in a few hundred file folders for free - well, just think how left out you'd feel if no one told you.

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There have been all sorts of efforts to limit spam, but they're doomed to fail. Like viruses and political contributions, they mutate to fit the environment. Obnoxiously large political campaign donations become Political Action Committee support, which becomes your right as a free American to be heard. Same with spam. You hate it until you get that one spam that tells you something important, like "1000 multi-colored file folders for under a dollar!" Suddenly spam mutates into something even better than advertising: Crucial information for discriminating consumers.

There are ways to fight back. You can find a bunch of spam prevention methods on the Web. Or you can do what I do: Use counter-spam. Whenever a spammer sends me an e-mail, I fire one back that says, "I have pictures of what you did at the party. Don't force me to use them." It's a threat that works. After all, the only thing more universal than air is the fact that everyone's done something stupid at a party.

Can we say anything positive about spam mail? Yes. It has totally revitalized the market for real Spam, that meat-like stuff packed with slimy jelly in the bright blue metal can that your mom fed you when you were out of baloney. In fact, there's actually a Spam Kid Chef of the Year Recipe Contest (www.spam.com). Last year's winner was a Spam and Jam layered sandwich. I'd check the cholesterol count before making it a dietary staple.

A recent estimate says that of the 7.3 billion e-messages that zing through cyberspace every day, 32 percent of them are spam. But look at the bright side. Thanks to spam's effectiveness, our problems should be cured soon. In no time we should be thin, emotionally secure, and sexually capable with refinanced houses, unlocked potentials and all the file folders we need. After all, isn't that what life's all about?

Jason Ohler is professor of educational technology at the University of Alaska Southeast and can be reached at jason@jasonohler.com. © 2002 Jason Ohler.


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