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Ethnicity in lede

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I removed the subject's ethnicity from the lede per WP:MOSBIO. Unless its part of his notability, it doesn't belong. I was reverted with an edit summary talking about a compromise solution. Has this been discussed before and was there consensus for inclusion? Thank you, --Malerooster (talk) 01:31, 31 January 2017 (UTC)[reply]

I removed it again until notability or consensus can be established. --Malerooster (talk) 01:35, 31 January 2017 (UTC)[reply]
How is my being American notable? I'm a dual national. If you have one, you have to have the other.
—Adrian Lamo ·· 01:15, 1 February 2017 (UTC)[reply]
Can you provide a citation that shows dual nationality? --Malerooster (talk) 02:48, 1 February 2017 (UTC)[reply]

Everything below I'm copying from Malerooster's talk page in the interest of avoiding redundancy:

— Adrian Lamo ·· 13:29, 6 February 2017 (UTC)[reply]


—== Ethnicity =! Nationality ==—

Hello,

I replied to your comment on Talk:Adrian Lamo. I'm a dual national. Being Colombian is consequently as relevant as being American. If you have one, you have to have the other, unless you're saying one country is less relevant. Per WP:BLP & WP:SELFPUB, this[1] should serve as sufficient background to establish an uncontroversial fact that's not a conflict of interest.

Cheers & wikilove,

—Adrian Lamo ·· 01:29, 1 February 2017 (UTC)[reply]

I am not sure if that's sufficient or a proper reliable source for this in the lede. --Malerooster (talk) 02:50, 1 February 2017 (UTC)[reply]
This and this should help establish it, as the case and my related actions have been covered heavily in certain Colombian media. In a previously-linked article, it ledes: "Esta es la historia de Adrián Lamo, el pirata cibernético de origen colombiano que reveló a las autoridades estadounidenses quién filtró la información a WikiLeaks." (emphasis mine.) Semana is a prominent magazine, and according to Wikipdia itself:
>> "Semana, which has won several international prizes and has more than a million readers, is considered required reading for Colombia's political, economic, and cultural elite. “In the history of journalism in Colombia,” reads a profile of López by a Colombian writer, “there is a 'before Semana' and an 'after Semana,' because, in effect, before May 1982 such a thing didn't exist....the press in this country was an extensionof the political parties.” The same profile notes that “at least 80 percent of all the political scandals that have occurred in Colombia in the last 30 years have been exposed by Semana.” The Washington Post, The New York Times and The Economist have all called Semana the best magazine in Latin America. <<
I believe that qualifies it as a reliable source, and if it's fact-checking finds that I am also Colombian, the ball is now in your court to ascertain otherwise through more credible sources, rightly or wrongly, rather than vice-versa.
v/r,
— Adrian Lamo ·· 22:09, 5 February 2017 (UTC)[reply]
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Death?

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Apparently his father is reporting his death. Ryan (talk) 15:15, 16 March 2018 (UTC)[reply]

2600 Magazine is apparently confirming this now. [2] Corydon76 (talk) 15:44, 16 March 2018 (UTC)[reply]

Facebook and 2600 are not WP:RS The most effectual Bob Cat (talk) 21:12, 3 May 2018 (UTC)[reply]

He was murdered.

Family Guy Guy (talk) 19:42, 19 August 2024 (UTC)[reply]

Discrepancy in sentence for conviction

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Which is correct? "Six months of house arrest, two years and six months [sic] probation, $64,938 restitution" or "Later in 2004, Lamo was sentenced to six months' detention at his parents' home, plus two years [sic] probation" Autodidact1 (talk) 20:06, 12 May 2018 (UTC)[reply]

 Done. See article for correct wording and citation to WP:RS. A previous editor seems to have misconstrued two years probation, with six months to be served in home detention, as meaning two years plus six months. KalHolmann (talk) 20:38, 12 May 2018 (UTC)[reply]

Alain Giraud?

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An investigative team lead by Adrain Lamo exposes French intelligence officer Alain Giraud as the Mastermind behind Bitconnect. Dalamstaat (talk) 05:24, 15 August 2018 (UTC)[reply]

Retroactive revision of quotes?

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Maybe there is a broader wikipedia policy that justifies this, but I don't think that Lamo's quote, reproduced below, about Chelsea Manning should be edited. Alterations to quotes should generally be made only when necessary for grammatical correctness or to enhance comprehension. While I understand the value of acknowledging the identities of trans people, as well as the harm that deadnaming can cause, I don't think this justifies altering the quote. In its original form, Lamo's comment, using male pronouns, is grammatically correct but factually incorrect, making this edit an attempt to retroactively correct Lamo. Such changes, if implemented as a broader policy, could lead to more troubling results. Would it be acceptable to similarly edit a comment made by a transphobic individual where they deliberately misgender someone? Doing so would create a false impression about the speaker. I understand that this is a sensitive question, and I hope that some thought could be given to establishing a formal policy if such changes are indeed called for.

"[She] was in a war zone and basically trying to vacuum up as much classified information as [she] could, and just throwing it up into the air"

96.234.177.240 (talk) 20:16, 16 September 2020 (UTC) Hi Hi, I found this excellent biography of Adrian Lamo, the first half of his life at least. Check it out! =D  ::[reply]

  1. My Time With Adrian Lamo
  2. by Barrett

I first met Adrian Lamo around 1996 at a 2600 meeting held in Embarcaderro One, in downtown San Francisco. It was a heady time to be studying Computer and Telephony security, and that particular meeting was regular hotbed of talent. Unbeknownst to me at the time. This was my first 2600 meeting, ever, and many rising stars of the computer Hacking world were there. Mudge from Cult of the Ded Cow was there, selling T-Shirts and generally being loud. Some of the founders of L0pth Heavy Industries werethere, playing it cool. Scores of young kids were there, flying by on roller blades, shooting lasers around, selling cloned cell phones, and generally making a neusance of themselves. I met a few Army Intelligence Veterans, recent and young, who talked freely about disturbing topics like drug experiements and the Echelon Project. And there was Adrian. Wearing all black and sitting alone on the floor against the wall with his laptop, not talking to anyone. Rather, he talked openly and freely with anyone who talked to him, but he did not reach out or seem to need anyone else. I was nervous. Very nervous. Hacking was something that appealled to me very deeply and had since I first learned what a modem was, even before then, since I had first heard of Mitnick. As the future Anthropologist I would one day become I immersed myself into the study of Hackers as a society and what I found did not compell me to become a part. Quite the opposite. In those days "Phrack" was a very important instrument in disseminating information about all things Security Related. In the back of Phrack was an on-going chronichle of what was happening with all the best known hackers and hacking groups in the world. Anyone can see that the end of almost every well-known hacker is to be stabbed in the back by someone you trust implicitly. Even Mitnick. Also that the End of every well known hacker was Jail, a Job working for the Governments, or more rarely a private sector Security Consulting Company. So I had no desire to make any friends, I just wanted to have a look around. My father taught me well the value of social contacts and even how to politely and secretly manipuklate social contacts to my advantage and out of all the people I met that fateful evening, Adrian (and one older "Line-man") was the only person I met who I thought was worth my time. At this point of my life I was only interested in hangin out with older people, yet Adrian was a year younger than me.22 His eyes were clear and he would look you in the eye when he spoke. "Innocent" is how I want to describe him. Innocent and Genius. Unlike many others I spoke with, Adrian did not guard any of his network knowledge, nor did he feel the need to talk down to me, regardless of how simple my question. He answered them all. More than being facinated and impressed by him, I genuinely liked him, on a personal level. As the evening rolled on, a small group of "serious" 2600 group people decided to go to the Mexican restarunt on he top Embarcaderro level to end the evening. Adrian was there as well as a graying man who sat next to me and claimed to be a "Former Line-Man." But Adrian was the only person I was really intearested in. He told me he was already Administering several corporate networks, on a voluntary basis, and that he registered domain names for fun. One that his sense of huor enjoyed was "Terrorrorists.com and Terrorists.ir." He offorred to give me an email address on there and an account on one of the systems he ran but I demured shyly. Also he was already quite openly and un-self-cosciously Gay, and out, and I was in an experimental phase and I cannot deny that part of the reason for getting his contact information was the promise of us exploring these feeleings together. Gay people were often attracted to me, but it was very rare that I was attracted to a gay man. The truth is that my intellectual pallette was already pretty well spoken for and all my time was already spent in studying subjects that I loved, namely the Occult, Magick, and Mysticism. My passion for hacking was great, but the risk associated with it seemed unwise. I had already devoted 6 years to spiritual disciplines and there was so much to learn about computer and telephony security subjects that I finally just decided to stick to my guns and keep "hacking" on the back burner. I recall to this day that I had a real moral dillema about whether to engage Adrian in life and choose "Hacking" or whether to Keep Calm and Steady on. I chose to leave him be.

17 Years later and I am still following global Hacking in a vague sort of way, when I see his photo, somehwat aged but still quite Cherubic, on the cover of an SF Weekly in California. The large headline said "Homeless Hero Hacker!" The word "hacker" gets me, but I see the face and feel something akin to De Ja Vu. I read the article right there at the bus stop at apparently our Adrian Lamo has been very busy indeed. He is now "famous," and homeless. Having hacked many huge corporate networks, but his signature as a Hacker is his REAL signature. He never violates a network without informing the network of his attack vector and how to fix the problem (when he knew how.) And that his name is Adrian Lamo and he is happy to help. Also that the vast majority of his hacks were perpetrated through no more sophisticated means that a simple Web Browser, curiosity, and God's Blessing. This was a brave and radical move on his part. At least, this was what the article said. I beleive it also mentioned that Justin Peterson (aka "Kevin Poulsen") had somehow taken Adrian under his wing, in an advisory capacity. At this age I was still not clear, as so many hackers are not clear, about the exact role Peterson played in handing Kevin Mitnick to the Authorities. It is well documented, though Mitnick is such a Saint (and perhaps simply enjoyed having Peterson as a friend so much that he overlooks the Treason) that he never discusses it. I still thought Peterson wsa K-Rad for hacking COSMOS to Watch the Watchmen. I was pround of that boy I once met and proud of myself for having such good taste, once again, when it comes to Character.

3 Years after that and I took a journalism class at a California Community College. From my snarky back-row seat I noted, barely noted, a quiet young man in the very first row, center, on the first day of school. When the teacher asked what we wanted to report on he very quietly and firmly said "Computer Crime and Technology." I thought to myself "Who the hell is that nerd? Doesn't he know this school paper never reports on shit like that? Ah, well, he will learn." Then I promptly forgot him, for the entire rest of the year. barely noticed his constant blackberry texting. He was no one. Talked to no one, never raised his hand, and I remember none of his articles for that paper. At the end of the year the school student Editor held a BBQ at his house for the staff and very out of character for me I attended. I was drinking a lot and before I knew it I was playing DJ a bit and the reaction was very good, so I wsa feeling very magnanimus. At the crest of this wave I saw the pale ghost in black on the lawn, standing alone as usual and looking awkward. Feeling pity for the poor loner who had apparently not made a single friend the entire semester, I went over to him to extend my social lubrication in his direction. As soon as I wsa face to face with him time stopped and I was speachless for a moment. I studdied his face more closely and said to him in th emost dumbfounded of ways," Where you once referred to in the Mass Media as 'The Homeless Hacker?!" He gave his shy smile of inner satisfaction and said "Maybe." "And did I meet you at a 2600 meeting in San Francisco around 1996?!" To which he smiled more broadly and said "Probably." I was a little dumbfounded. First of all because he had been in the same room with me, day after day, for half a year and I had not noticed him even once. He set of none of my alarms and I am so hypersensative that everyone does at some point or other. Not him. In 20 years he had somehow aquired and mastered Invisibility, which he later related to me in private wsa a major source of his Hacking successes. He was generally so invisible that more often than not he could and would walk right into a corporation and plug his laptop directly into an open Ethernet jack. And so our friendship resumed. Just as when we had first met, there was still a natural magnetism between us. Friends at site, but he had been though an aweful lot and that life had changed him was clear. He was no longer the "Homeless Hero Hacker," in the media at least, he wsa now "Hacker prosecuted by the FBI for unlawful use of New York Times Lexus Nexis database." After a meteoric rise as a media darling he finally hacked someone who decided to prosecute him, the New York Times. He was officially "on the run" from the law for some time and on advice from Peterson (who arguably had plenty of experience in this field) negotiated his own surrender to a very specific FBI Tecnology Division and made sure the contents of his laptop where so encrypted that the government never did crack it. He was very proud of himself for being the first major hacker to suffer ZERO Data-loss, thanks to encyption. And I could tell with my acute empathy how hard his brief time on FBI Probation had been. I have served no small amount of County Jail time and know the look of a man who has had his spirit crushed by Authority. Though Adrian never spent a single night in jail that I know of, his spirit was circumcised to be sure.


Initially he was very nervous just being around me, becaues I was on Probation and the terms of his Fed Probation said thag he could not hang out with any other Criminals. My good nature and perhaps a lonliness in him, and a fervent desire to defeat systems in some way, and just our natural attraction to each other won out and we became friends, again instantly that summer.

The first time I had met him he was young and alone. This time he was still young, and apparently physically alone, but all his time was spent communicating with others, either on his laptop or on his Blackberry. When he came over to visit my place we sat accross from each other at my kitchen table, both on our laptops, facing each other, and though he was doing many, many other things simoulatainiously, he made about 15 different chat windows pop up on my computer. It was adorable. Like Cyber-flirting. He no longer would answer questions, as he seemed to have had his fill of that, but he would sometimes let me watch what he was doing on his computer and if I figured out something, then that was on me. He was still fully gay and he maintained a number of volunteer positions to help balance his life of ad-hoc "Digiratti" Intelligence type work. One of these was a local LGBTQ Political group that he marched with a few times, another was a Spanish-language clinic where he was devoted several hours a week to helping translate difficulkt English for those who needed it. For one so famous, well-connected, and apparently still powerful; Adrian Lamo the young adult was incredibly humble and self-effacing. He frequently descibed what he did as "Being Gods Janitor" and consequnently his Life's motto was "Faith Manages." He had aquired the habit of wearing black leather gloves at all times, strongly reminisent of the 1996 Era television shor "Babalon 5," a show he and I both loved and watched together at my place on occasion. He was also a fan of all the typical tacky shows people like us are into, like Patrick McGuhan's "The Prisoner." Kevin Spacy had been working on making a Documentary about him and he was very proud of the fact that some suggestion of his had made it into the movie "Operation Swordfish." His on-again, off again boyfriend and steady digital advisor was named Tim, who was "In Army Intelligence." I would get to put a face to a name years later in one of the many documentaries that include Adrian, where Tim broke his long, tasteful, silence in order to be in a documentary. And of course there was Peterson. Looking back it's hard to know when Adrian began working for the NSA. He very well could have already been at this point, though some things argue against it. One of the very few times that Adrian let me in on any of his "secret" work, and it was ALL secret, was near the very beginning of our reformed friendship. He admitted that one of his current projects was trying to get tinto the server of a local "ELF" cell. That was the "Earth Liberation Front," an arguably domestic-based terrorist organisation supposedly motivated by concern for mother earth. His excitement about this project, and the nature of this project, are markedly different from his other concerns. I can think of no other reason why Adrian, the Adrian I knew, would care at all about the ELF EXCEPT it be to impress somebody in government. I do honestly beleive that Adrian was terrified of the FBI and that whatever treatment the Government put him through had rattled him permanantly. I admit I felt almost Motherly toward him, wishing to remind him that he wsa still free, that the worst of his trials were over, that life goes on, and that mostly he was not being watched in person. He had supernatural self-control, carefully monitorring every word he said for things that might violate him legally. Though clearly he enjoyed his fame, and recognition of his natural genius sat very well with him, he was having a bit of a time balancing the good with the bad. To my eye at least. Despite his extraordinary digital character, his private physical life was extraordinarily humble. He livied with his two loving parents, a younger sister, and a brother. As soon as he got over the jitters of hanging out with someone who could cause him to go to jail just by being in proximity, he invited me over to his house to spend the night. His family was very, very sweet, one and all. His little sister liked me a lot and his father Mario was an Anthroplogist, as I was interested in, and we got along very well. His mother had a small case of the nerves, I thought, and she could hardly be blamed considering all Adrian had put them through. The house I was at was at one point surrounded and stormed by Federal SWAT teams, though Adrian was not there when they did. Never-the-less, the general feeling of that home was one of unconditional love. His parents did not u nderstand exactly what their son had done, or why he was the way that he was, but they accepted him regardless. I recall telling Adrian how great I thought his family was and he replied: "You like them? You can have them. No, really, they like you, please take them." He was just being cute, but this was Adrian at his most charming. That night, fairly late, I was taking a piss, and Adrian silently led me to the window. "There," he whispered and pointed. Sure enough there was a black SUV with two men who looked like nothing except two FBI Agents. Apparently he was always being watched. In an abusive and terrorizing manner. I would end up having a small but fruitful correspondance with Mario, his father, as the years passed. Arguably more contact than I would have with Adrian, but then, I never will know how true that is. His room was filthy, unlike the rest of the house. The only very recognizable thing in there was a small alter with some icons, a candle, and a bible. Adrian was a true man of faith. He really beleived in God, he really beleived God was in his life, he really beleived that "Faith" was the only way through his life... and perhaps that faith was to blame for much of his life. Certainly he never boasted of any of his particular pentrations. To the contrary, he freely admitted that every 'Hacking" success he had ever acheived came by "accident," and the vast majority of thgem through a simple web browser. Whenever asked about his skills, he would say the same thing, with a dep and serious passion in his eyes: "Remember when you were a child and everything was facinating and new and you explored it just for the sake of explorring? Well, I never lot that." Though it was not just his exploring - it was also God. His favorite example was when he and a short-term partner had been trying to hack from a two identical machines at a Kino's many years before. Though they both tried exactly the same thing, from exactly configured desktops: Only Adrian's resulted in success. This was just one of many examples from his life that robbed him of any ability to take credit. Adrian was also interested in Public Service. He was very keen on the fact that many people who run for minor Government offices run unopposed and some local seats even are left vacant, so that anyone who does run is bound to win by default. He nursed dreams of getting a public office and parlaying it into some greater position of political power. Though I used the completely valid Press Pass every student at the newspaper was issued for all sorts of nefarious, devious, and completely personal reasons; to my knowledge he only used his once and that was for a very special purpose. It was the night of Cinco De Mayo and there was a Republican Fundraiser being held fairly close by. I later wrote about what I experienced there (sans Adrian) and it was published in the local Because People Matter outlet. Adrian had arranged the entire thing by phone, Press access to this very small event where John Ashcroft would be a star figure. I didn't know any of this at the time and when I discovered it, it meant nothing to me. I do not, as a rule, follow politics. I had no real idea of who Mr. Ashcroft was (Head of Homeland Security) and what his history with Adrian was (He called Adrian 'Public Enemy Number 1" and a "Terrorist" and was, according to Adrian, the primary motivating factor in Adrian's public Prosecution. Adrian wanted some type of revenge, of the most reserved kind. For all I know this was the only reason he took that class; so that he could have his moment, his Press Pass giving him the ability to get right up close to Ashcrofts face in the middle of the Press Gang and ask him a question. I really had no idea what was going on between them, and I still don't, but I could tell this man had hurt Adrian very deeply in some way, so I made sure to hold my microcassette recorder up to his face with my Middle Finger clearly extended. The photographer from the local paper got some very good shots of me Flipping off the Head of Homeland Security to his face and giggled a bit about it with me, saying "You're Funny." Really, I don't think Adrian wanted me there at all, but he needed a ride and I had just bought my first car at the Junkyard, I didn't know if it would even make it there, but it did. When we parked in the parking lot Adrian looked unhappilly at the floating Skull bobble-head on my Dashboard and I could tell what he was thinking and I took it off. A Consumate professional, he wanted no clue of any potential subversiveness to be around him. I beleive I had brought a bottle with me and smoked some pot, but I was pleased as punch to be at such an odd event with some of the Power Players of the Republican party, and I did my best to socialize and bullshit a bit about my recently formed religious non-profit with a pornographic acronym. No one could tell I wsa bullshitting, which made it even more fun. Though he wanted his confontation with Ashcroft to be solo, I think he ended up being glad that I was there. I proved myself to him as a solid partner, a fun companion, and excellent social lubricant - even at Republican fundraisers. That Summer and that period of my life is pretty fuzzy, thanks in great part to the Medicines I used. I did not have very many "true friends" in my life, at the time, less than 5, and Adrian I was proud to count as one. I felt my main job in Adrian's life was as a Heat Sink and Therapist. I learned early on not to ask him questions about anything remotely illegal and jus tried to love him to the best of my ability. I wanted, if I could, to remind him how Free he really was, for trully ever single thing he did and said he passed by te FBI-in-his-head before he did and said it. As far as I know, hanging out with me (a Criminal) was the only violation of the terms of Probation which he perpetrated. It hurt me how much the boy I had once met had changed. He was like a caged bird to me, his Spirit inside Free and Infinite, but the Cage they had built in his mind was solid and impervious to everything except Love, occassionally. I realized at one point that he never had a place to himself. He did everything on his Laptop in public or at his crowded family home and so I gave him the key to my small studio apartment and let him have it over a 3-day weekend. When I returned my room was well used, surprisingly messy for only three days, and Adrian was lying facedown on the carpet. "Holy fuck," I thought to myself "I killed Adrian Lamo! Fuck!!!" He seemed to be barely breathing, but he slowly and very grogilly came around. As soon as he did, he simply left. I found a half-empty bottle of cheap red wine he had left and my alchoholism was very greatful. I later gave him a full revue of his being a guest, a B-, which he liked a lot. I am very proud these days to remember that the affection wsa not all one direction. One day Adrians personal website contained a new link, a link to a Poem I had written on my volumous anonymous blog. It was a short piece about how when you have done very interesting things with your life, you will get so tired of people asking about those things that you may wish that you had never done them in the first place. I was very touched that he had been secretly reading my blog (certainly noone else was) and that this poem had touched him so much that he placed it on his precious public profile, to help explain his own feelings to others. On another occassion, though I have always had a distinct aversion to having my photograph taken, he insisted on taking some photos of me sitting on my bed cross-legged, in front of my large painting of the young Buddha. He had a very keen eye for photography, as well as a good ear for music, and these pictures of myself stand out as being some of the best ever taken of me. I can only guess that a great part of that was because I was with him. Though we were very close in those days, and he would someimes sleep in my bed, we were never what I would call intimate. I have never been "gay," per se, but very rarely a man (always a Genius in some way, example Martin Schmidt) catches my eye and heart, causing me to disregard my usual repugnance for the male physique. Adrian was such a man and I wanted to have him romantically, though it was always clear the feeling was not mutual. I would get jelous when he talked lovingly about Tim and even then I did not trust that person I knew nothing about.Though having no idea at the time, I do now beleive that Adrian had some form of Autism. The first clue to this came when he we went to a night club, on his prompting. I saw Adrian Lamo "dance." I smile even today, as I type this, when I remember for indeed it was no earthly dancing that I have ever before seen. Robotic and discoordinated, very sincere, but lacking all normal dance-related emotion. I was somewhat stunned. The Adrian I and most people new jelously, very jelously, guarded his Public Image in all ways and did nothing that might portray him in a way he did not approve of. Yet here he was making a total fool of himself in front of at least 50 people, he knew he looked foolish, but he genuinely did not care. The first time I was able to acheive any level of physical intimacy with him, and beleive me I was constantly trying to to find a crack in his emotional armor, came quite by accident. We were in my little studio on the second floor, he on his laptop as always, me playing DJ with the music I love so much, when we heard the Police in the hallway. Adrian was instantly "concerned," nearly "scared," but only nearly. I went to the eyehole and saw a SWAT Team Breaking down my neighbors door and Adrian and I took turns watching them. I could tell by his breathing how exited it made him to be so close to the Law, yet safe at the same time. As he was watching them through the eyehole I began messaging his crotch and he did not stop me. I don't remember any orgasms, and it didn't go anywhere, but it was my first sexy moment with Adrian. First of exactly 2 in all the time I knew him, over 20 years. The next morning my mother dropped by for a surprise visit to invite me to the movies. When I opened the door she saw Adrian, the unknown man, in my bed and completely unruffled said that she would like to invite both of us to the movies. Her inner genius even upped the ante by changing her planned movie. "Brokeback Mountain is playing, maybe your friend would liuke to see that?" I had no intention of going to the movies that day with my mother, though that is something we shared often, but I closed the door to confer with Adrian and much to my surprise he said "why not?" Ruefully I conceeded. If my mother wanted to take me and my "gay lover" to see Brokeback Mountain, the famous "gay movie," and Adrian wanted to go, well "why not" indeed. So Adrian, my mother, and I all went the movies, and fun was had by all. Another time I was at a friend's house drinking and smoking when Adrian called me on the telephone, a rather special and somewhat rare honor for a person so busy and so famous and so notoriously bad at expressing affection. I remember thinking "OMG Adrian is calling ME!! He must genuinely like me! He went on and on about FEMA camps in the state that he had been researching. Or perhaps "FEMA" Camps, as he and I were both of the mind that they were there to hold citizens for the New World Order, and not for Disaster Releif. He asked me if I wanted to visit some with him and of course I agreed excitedly. They never came up again and as I now know he was working for the NSA at the end of his life, and that he must have been very conscious of them at least at this time... could that phone call have been merely propaganda designed to send any Federal Agents on wild goose chases? Absolutely. I had let Adrian know very early on that I had his back 100% and that meant he was welcome to hack any of my accounts at any time, and use me as a heat sink, if needed. I trusted him implicitly and though my time paying for my crimes had been horrendous, unlike him I had no fear of the Law. Perhaps because I simply did not have enough information (he certainly did), though today I have surely gathered much Federal Attention, I am still not scared. At some point he figured out that I was no great hacker and took some pity on me by putting his favorite Firefox extensions up on his personnal web server. I do not remember the address, probably "Adrian.org" or somesuch, but there was a directory called "Tap Sucret" that was "password protected" with the password "password," so that n00bs like me could access hacking tools, music and videos that Adrian wished he were able to give out freely, but could not thanks to FBI. In this way he could say "I did not give anyone anything! They HACKED it by guessing the password!" This was the Adrian I knew. With a deep and abiding sense of humor and always the will to circumvent bullshit in any way possible. I recall the only movie in their for some time was "Equillibrium," though he was also a big fan of "Fletch," and most cheesy hacking movies as was I. Adrian struck me as the most delf-disciplined person I have ever met, in regards to his speach and actions concerning others. Though I could always see the boy I had first met inside of him, straining against the bonds of propiety, longing to get out, but with the exception of substances he was not free to "be himself." I remember the Adrian of this time as like a young horse straining at his bonds and desperately searching for a way out. He was already famous as the "3rd Hacker" in the progession of Masters that began with Kevin Mitnick, followed with Justin Peterson (aka Kevin Poulsen), and his most prized picture, still on Wikipedia, is the picture of all three of them. Somehow he developed a lasting friendship with Peterson, though I suspect he was not aware of the way Peterson entrapped Mitnick and directly caused his downfall. He seemed to hold, like so many of us in those times, an idealized vision of Peterson. Who had somehow made it out of the dark season of his crimes to a prominent position as an author on ZDNets Security Focus Website. Mitnick, for the most part, had dissappeared completely (thanks to Israel I suspect, though he didn't need any reason to desire privacy, and did not ever work to discredit Peterson for his treatment of him). This transformation from "Hacker" to "Journalist," was a trick Adrian very much wanted to emulate - for Journalists get to do many of the exact same things Hacker's do, but they are (or were) protected by the 1st Amendment and Large News Orginisations. Though a very competant writer, when he wanted to be, my take was that deadlines and structure were just too much for him, not to mention the human Interviews. This was to become a theme of his adult life. No matter what he tried to turn his "talents" towards, they simply did not apply in his case. "Talents" in quotes, because he was always placing them there. He would humbly and repeatedly explain to anyone who was interested that his talent as a Hacker wsa quite beyond his own capacity to understand. Very much unlike Mitnick as Adrian did not have comprehensive technichal skills - he had luck, perseverance, and perfect fearless bravery. Very much unlike Peterson as Adrian had never worked for the Government, wsa far too kind and empathic to be a Sociopath, did not break and enter, and never once profitted from any of his penetrations. Yet in the same way that Mitnick's lonely genius drove him into the arms of Peterson, even once Mitnick was aware of his treachory; So did Adrian's lonely genius also drive him and bind him to Peterson. Though I was still star-struck by Peterson in those days, myself, Adrian guarded his relationship with him closely and jelously. Always referring to him as "Poulsen," he would mention that he had talked to him on the phone, but I quickly learned, as with all things Adrian, to just leave it alone. As I write this Peterson has a new book out about a Hacker named Max who performed a criminal corporate takeover... Peterson's fascination with young hackers is apparently still alive and well. Many nights, on the way to giving Adrian a ride to his house, we would stop at the Starbucks on the corner of his street, so that he could use the wifi. He would point out various people he was certain were undercover agents and I had no reason to doubt him. At many of these stops we would talk about how he was planning, or hoping, to start his own Security Consulting Company. He was very sincere about this, but the delemma always came back to how exactly to "weaponize" Adrian's hacking gifts in a focused and productive manner, to benefit his clients in a consistant and predictable manner. And this would always ellude him. When I say that Adrian lacked technichal skills as a hacker, I cannot be to clear about this. For example, I was running Debian Linux, fairly inexpertly but competantly, while at this point Adrian still did not know anything about linux. He knew no programming languages, besides basic HTML, and used no hacking "tools." He had never had any "targets." He just played around, for lack of a better description, and sooner or later his playing ended up with a Discovery and that Discovery was a Security Flaw. It was his nature. Because he was always just playing, he was completely unable to sell his skillset or even apply it to Journalism, a Security Company, or Government work (until years later when NSA created the Project Vigillant cut-out orginisation, apparently designed expressly for the purpose of working with Geniuses who otherwise do not fit into the mold of Government service... A very good idea, but based on Adrian's untimely death, I think it fair to say that this concept has been poorly executed). "Linear" progress was just not his bag, as exampled by his eventual failure to hack into the ELF Server he was so interested in. For hackers of our Era prison, security company, or Fed were the only real options and sometimes all three. It is not easy to explain this Gestalt to someone who was not there, but Peterson's work on COSMOS was certainly Government quality work, as was Mitnick's work with, well, everything he did. But hacker's were routinely hacking into the DOD, the private military Autovahn network, and everything else there was to hack. In a very real way a lot of us were already professional Spies, Analysts, and Operatives. Lacking training, legality, and extensive support systems, we were better spies than those then working for the government. So it is only natural that someone of Adrian's ability would dream of a lifestyle where he was free to be himself with complete impunity and immunity from law. A dream he lived to see, as the Assistant Director of Project Vigillant, though it came at the cost of his precious Reputation... Adrian's precious reputation... unlike with Peterson, whose reputation down-played the Criminal nature of his actions, Adrian's life as the Homeless Hacker was actually a life of merit. He genuinely worked to inform ever object of his penetration about how he had acheived it, how to fix it, and even what his name was. He was determined to learn from the mistakes of Mitnick and Poulsen. To show the world that hackers can be good, godly people, that they can help out, be honest, and not hide behind anonymity. His (mistaken) beleif and deeply held conviction was that by doing this, by actually helping all of his "victims," he would remain free and he could enjoy the fame and recognition achieved by his forefathers, without the negative repercussions.

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