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From Iain Tait’s photostream. #

By purchasing a ticket to an event, or completing this registration form in order to be able to purchase a ticket to an event or to bid in an auction, you indicate that you consent to Ticketmaster sharing your e-mail address and other information with those involved in the event (e.g., venues, teams, artists’ representatives and fan clubs, promoters and leagues), and that you consent to those involved in the event using your information to contact you by e-mail or other means to send you marketing or other messages or using or disclosing your information in other ways. Please contact them directly to learn about their policies. By completing this registration form, you also indicate that you consent to Ticketmaster contacting you by e-mail or other means to send you marketing or other messages and using and disclosing the information you submit, as described in the Ticketmaster Privacy Policy.

Translation: if you want to go to see your favorite band, we’re going to sell your email, phone, and address to anybody remotely related to the show. They’ll sell your email address to whomever they want.

I have a special “ticketmaster@kampers.net” address set up, just to see what happens to it—about a year ago, I started getting everything from personalized credit offers (from real banks) to Viagra spam there.

If I ever take a break from working on Roses & Hello, starting a legitimate Ticketmaster competitor is next on the list. #

I look back on these projects with a certain mystified satisfaction; I’m glad they were done, but it is as though they had been accomplished by somebody else, for the particular furies and fevers that impelled them have long since evaporated.

Little in life comes naturally—except for our random, inexplicable, and often uncontrollable gifts—and, even more than most children, we assemble our personalities unevenly, piece by piece, almost robotically, from models we admire. (I remember the deliberate decision to appropriate one teacher’s mischievous grin and darting eyes, which I found so charming that I thought they might work for me, too.)

From Tim Page’s essay in The New Yorker about Asperger’s syndrome. #

Broken Social Scene and R. Kelly: I’m a Flirt (Shoreline)

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That breakdown is sweet. (from The Hood Internet remix blog) #

Found in Joe Clark’s Inscribed in Living Tile, a paper about typography in the Toronto subway system. From Craig James White’s photostream. #

Remember Sylvia? Profiled in the LA Times last week. I still tell everybody to “take care.” #