Spam Is Sublime
Thursday, April 29, 2004
There are all kinds of good reasons to oppose the federal antispam bill known familiarly as CAN-SPAM (Controlling the Assault of Non-Solicited Pornography and Marketing Act). The bill, which President George W. Bush signed late last year, criminalizes a variety of spam-related acts like falsifying e-mail addresses, sending commercial e-mail with deceptive subject lines, and harvesting e-mail addresses from Web sites. The problem with it and a variety of similar state bills (some of which are more stringent than CAN-SPAM) is that they don’t provide satisfactory definitions of spam.
For example, CAN-SPAM stipulates that someone can be prosecuted only if he or she knowingly intended to break the law by sending irritating bulk mail. As many critics of the bill have argued, intent in these cases will be ridiculously hard to prove: Since most companies outsource their spamming, executives can claim ignorance. In addition, who gets to decide when an e-mail is “commercial”? What if I send you an unsolicited e-mail with a silly or irrelevant subject header, and at the end I say, “Hey, I’m working for the Electronic Frontier Foundation now, and we’d love to get a donation from you.” Under the CAN-SPAM bill, I could be prosecuted as a spammer for that. After all, I have a misleading subject header in an e-mail where I ask you for money.
Another scary thing about CAN-SPAM is that it targets sexually oriented mail that isn’t properly labeled as such. Although porn spam is irritating, I worry that adult Webmasters who send out a lot of e-mail will be prosecuted far out of proportion to their “crimes”—specially now that Attorney General John Ashcroft has announced he’s back on the antisex warpath and hired infamous antiporn lawyer Bruce Taylor to help. CAN-SPAM makes it much easier to define adult material as spam than it does the zillions of Viagra and mortgage ads I get everyday. So, we may see a lot of pornographers put out of business for spamming, while Cisco gets to keep sending me unsolicited e-blurts about their certification classes.
Ultimately there’s no reason to fear spam if you have a decent spam-filtering program like Spam Assassin. Even the built-in spam filter in my Mozilla browser catches about 80 percent of my junk mail, which is far more than CAN-SPAM could ever promise.
Plus, I don’t want to outlaw groovy irrational e-mails like the one I got last week, which said: “Osama Bin Laden has just been captured! Goto the link below for pictures, I will update the page with the video as soon as I can: http://126.96.36.199/pics/ God Bless America!” What do you think I found on the site when I visited? You guessed it: Viagra. God bless America, indeed. Even better are the sublime subject lines I get with my spam. Here are some of the best ones:
Subject: dreary pulse erodible
This makes me think of a Cure song circa 1987. Robert Smith whines that his heartbeat bores him, even as his life is slowly being washed away by tides of sadness.
Subject: earn random stormpay everyday
OK, this is exactly the kind of pay I want to earn. It should be daily and random, and obviously, storms ought to be involved somehow. Or are the storms themselves random? Even more peculiarly, perhaps the payment is for creating storms, on a daily basis but at random intervals.
Subject: live large electra ignominious
A tragic Greek heroine who had a weird relationship with her father, Electra may be ignominious, but hell, she’s livin’ large!
Subject: your penis your life eccentric chad beebe
First of all, I love the name Chad Beebe. I also like the odd echo of T.S. Eliot’s poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” here: Poor Chad Beebe cannot distinguish between his penis and his life. Having confused his long-gone youthful masculinity with life itself, eccentric Chad wanders in an unpunctuated daze where selfhood and genitals merge with each other.
And don’t even get me started on the names of spammers. I’ve been receiving regular missives from Undeceive L. Apricots, Miocene U. Chileans, Dewberries C. Doggedly and (my personal favorite) Thermonuclear G. Goriness. Thanks to the bizarre linguistic treats sent to me from some unknown and incomprehensible source, I can amuse myself at any time by composing little spam notes in my head.
Dear Thermonuclear (if I may be so familiar), thank you for your mail! Is your penis your life? Do you want some dreary pulses? Have a random stormpay today!
Annalee Newitz (firstname.lastname@example.org) is a surly media nerd who misses all those farm-sex e-mails she used to receive. Her column also appears in Metro , Silicon Valley’s weekly newspaper.