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‘ SE Weelly | stweekly.com | NEWS : Mealure A Duty, Wo Lain mura wamiy, aay dee June wines 8 ee a food or sleep. "I think I shouid stop by Carl's Jr. and get something to Dog Bites eat.” Culture Klatech When the Burning Man folks met the Air Force guys, the On his way out of the bathroom, desert camping tips flew Lamo nods his head at a nearby door, vette unmarked and anonymous, "Most of eters n the telephone switches for the RTECS Embarcadero are in there," he says, @ eek of Apr 26 glint returning to his eye, the merest . . smile spreading across his cracked, thin lips. Then his cell pnone peals, and it takes Lamo a few heartbeats to identify the number of the incoming call. "My attorney," he sighs, before answering his phone in the kind of crisp, authoritative monotone you'd expect from one of the most celebrated and controversial hackers in the worid: "Lamo here." If you type the address www.sfweekly.. com /Examples/FileLibrary/: /Fites/y0.txt into your Internet browser, you'll see the following message, in plain black text on a white background: "Confidential to Matt Palmquist: Sorry I never really got back to you when you emailed. Give me a ring! -- Adrian Lamo." . Reaching Adrian Lamo is not particularly difficult. His cell phone number is 505-HACK. (“Everyone assumes there was some wrongdoing involved,” he says of obtaining the number, “but like with so many things, all you have to do is ask.") His e-mail address is adrian@adrian.ora, which you can locate with ease on Lamo's very own Web site (http://adrian.adrian.org). He admits he's not much at Web design, and his home page, whose header says "Faith manages," is certainly stark: Other than a blurred, pixelated image of Lamo in the upper right-hand corner, the only thing to look at is a verse, pointed and trenchant, from the Bob Dylan song “Idiot Wind": “People see me all the time, they just can't remember how to act/ Their minds are filled with big ideas, images, and distorted facts/ Even you, yesterday, you had to ask me where it was at/ I couldn't believe, after all these years, you didn't know me any better than that." In other words, though it's not hard to get in touch with Lamo (pronounced Lah-mo), it's considerably harder to get to know him -~ and perhaps hardest still to actually meet him. "Who is this?" he asks when I call him one day in early 2003. "Oh, I thought you were a collection agency." We'd been exchanging e-malis and phone messages for almost a year, ever since Lamo grabbed headlines around the world by hacking into the New York Times and pilfering, among other things, Social Security numbers, editing notes, and reimbursement figures for several of the Times’ more high-profile op-ed contributors, among them William F. Buckley Jr., Robert Redford, and former President Jimmy Carter. Media reports about the incident were, on the whoie, FBI(19-cv-1495)-132 http:/Avww.sfweekly.com/issues/2003-04-16/feature.html/1 index.html 6/20/2003