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Whatever rules finally emerge, it would be a mistake to make them so strict that they wipe out the serendipity and occasional weirdness that exist in Internet domain names. Take www.billgates.com Type it into your browser, and you end up at a black screen with the single word Mail written on it in green. The low-rent feel is the first tip-off that the Microsoft founder has nothing to do with this site. It's run by Dale Ghent, a Generation-Y computer-systems engineer who--just out of high school, on a lark--grabbed the domain name before...
...from the site. "It's kind of a hobby," he says. "I'm just hanging out in cyberspace." Ghent says he's never tried to get the world's richest man to buy the site, and Gates hasn't approached him. If Bill Gates can survive without his domain name, we probably...
...come from AOL HQ. Some enterprising (and cowardly) porn-site operator had been looking for an AOL account to "bounce" his spam mailings out of--in this case, 1,700 of them. Once someone has your password, it's child's play for him to pass out, under your name, anything he wants. Sending a fake e-mail to elicit the necessary information is called password fishing, and Holderman is by no means the first to fall for it. Remember, the Melissa virus was first sent from an unsuspecting AOL user's account. And there is never any reason...
...greatest of heights/ And if you know where you stand, then you know where to land/ And if you fall it won't matter, cuz you'll know that you're right." It's not an epic poem, but it's an epic title; the CD's name has already drawn its share of critical barbs. "The title came from being made fun of," sighs Apple, "and then of course it becomes a thing I'm being made...
Alas, James Joyce's The Dead (adding the author's name still won't boost the group sales) turns out to be neither wondrous nor wacky but just kind of wan. The musical numbers, written in traditional Irish style by Shaun Davey, are, with a couple of exceptions, simply songs being performed at Julia and Kate Morkan's annual Christmastime gathering--a gathering that provides an epiphany for their nephew Gabriel...