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Ummmm count me out if this ever comes down the line
So the strippers of Niagara Falls have their knickers in a knot about getting fingerprinted.
Hands off our pinkies, they cry.
The police reply: No prints, no pole dance licence.
Same will go for cabbies, bus drivers and anyone else renewing city licences — even if they don’t pole dance.
Keeps out the riff-raff. The bylaw awaits a vote by Niagara Regional Council.
“This is absolutely outrageous, discriminatory and insulting,” says stripper spokesman Tim Lambrinos. “Will the police be demanding fingerprints from women obtaining health cards or driver’s licences?”
Well, yes, probably sooner than you think.
“This is the best method we have found for proving someone’s identity,” Det.-Sgt. Craig Labaune tells our Tom Godfrey.
So get used to it, Bambi, Fifi, Star, Tiffani and Candi.
Fingerprint and other kinds of physical trait ID — biometrics — will become the norm. It’s not science fiction. It’s not Mission Impossible. It’s now.
Privacy? If you have no blood on your hands, so to speak, why worry?
Biometrics are just a high-tech means to our eternal quest — stop the bad guys.
Major Canadian airports already have iris readers, for folks who want to fast-track through customs. Eventually, “e-gates” will replace security, too.
Which would you prefer? A fingerprint reader and a face recognition screen? Or a big, hairy guy named Burt patting you down?
All those who picked Burt, form a line over there. Way over there.
I’ll feel better about getting on a plane if I know every passenger’s face, fingerprint and iris have passed muster.
Plus, think of all the perverts, punks, thugs, thieves and general scum that biometrics could put out of business.
This is no small potatoes. India has begun taking fingerprints and scanning irises of each of its 1.2 billion people. Israel plans the same, but with prints and facial scans.
Meanwhile, Facebook has a new and controversial face-recognition function for tagging photos.
Elsewhere, there’s an advertising screen that changes depending on the faces looking at it.
For instance, if kids walk by, it switches to an ice cream ad.
And Maxwell “Get” Smart thought the “cone of silence” was high-tech.
Technology is even afoot that will identify people by their smell. That’s kind of freaky.
Mostly, I expect we’ll see biometrics at the office, for access, once we get over our fear of fingerprints.
“The image over the years is that the only people who were fingerprinted were criminals,” Shiraz Kapadia tells me. He’s COO at the Markham office of Bioscrypt, which has sold 600,000 fingerprint readers around the world.
It’s true. When Jack London said “book ‘em, Danno,” and they rolled your fingers in ink, you felt lower than a snake.
Take away the stigma — the new print readers don’t use ink — and you’re left with a built-in access card. Your own pinky.
There are drawbacks. A few people don’t have fingerprints, including some bricklayers, chemo patients and poison ivy victims. And madly-typing columnists.
Do not tell the crooks, but it also is possible to file off your prints.
Worse, in Malaysia in 2005, carjackers sliced off the index finger of a Mercedes owner for use on the auto’s security system.
I am happy to report new print readers check for pulse — and some identify you by your distinctive vein pattern.
Still queasy?
Then smile for the 3-D face identifier. At Bioscrypt, that’s how staffers come and go.
The machine tells me to piss off, in so many words.
It’s cool, frankly. Groovy, as we used to say when keys were king.
Imagine a world with no ID cards, no fobs, no SIN numbers, no passwords, no pockets full of key-rings.
A world of James Bonds and Ethan Hunts.
So give us a finger, as it were, Destiny Dawn. And smile for the camera.
So the strippers of Niagara Falls have their knickers in a knot about getting fingerprinted.
Hands off our pinkies, they cry.
The police reply: No prints, no pole dance licence.
Same will go for cabbies, bus drivers and anyone else renewing city licences — even if they don’t pole dance.
Keeps out the riff-raff. The bylaw awaits a vote by Niagara Regional Council.
“This is absolutely outrageous, discriminatory and insulting,” says stripper spokesman Tim Lambrinos. “Will the police be demanding fingerprints from women obtaining health cards or driver’s licences?”
Well, yes, probably sooner than you think.
“This is the best method we have found for proving someone’s identity,” Det.-Sgt. Craig Labaune tells our Tom Godfrey.
So get used to it, Bambi, Fifi, Star, Tiffani and Candi.
Fingerprint and other kinds of physical trait ID — biometrics — will become the norm. It’s not science fiction. It’s not Mission Impossible. It’s now.
Privacy? If you have no blood on your hands, so to speak, why worry?
Biometrics are just a high-tech means to our eternal quest — stop the bad guys.
Major Canadian airports already have iris readers, for folks who want to fast-track through customs. Eventually, “e-gates” will replace security, too.
Which would you prefer? A fingerprint reader and a face recognition screen? Or a big, hairy guy named Burt patting you down?
All those who picked Burt, form a line over there. Way over there.
I’ll feel better about getting on a plane if I know every passenger’s face, fingerprint and iris have passed muster.
Plus, think of all the perverts, punks, thugs, thieves and general scum that biometrics could put out of business.
This is no small potatoes. India has begun taking fingerprints and scanning irises of each of its 1.2 billion people. Israel plans the same, but with prints and facial scans.
Meanwhile, Facebook has a new and controversial face-recognition function for tagging photos.
Elsewhere, there’s an advertising screen that changes depending on the faces looking at it.
For instance, if kids walk by, it switches to an ice cream ad.
And Maxwell “Get” Smart thought the “cone of silence” was high-tech.
Technology is even afoot that will identify people by their smell. That’s kind of freaky.
Mostly, I expect we’ll see biometrics at the office, for access, once we get over our fear of fingerprints.
“The image over the years is that the only people who were fingerprinted were criminals,” Shiraz Kapadia tells me. He’s COO at the Markham office of Bioscrypt, which has sold 600,000 fingerprint readers around the world.
It’s true. When Jack London said “book ‘em, Danno,” and they rolled your fingers in ink, you felt lower than a snake.
Take away the stigma — the new print readers don’t use ink — and you’re left with a built-in access card. Your own pinky.
There are drawbacks. A few people don’t have fingerprints, including some bricklayers, chemo patients and poison ivy victims. And madly-typing columnists.
Do not tell the crooks, but it also is possible to file off your prints.
Worse, in Malaysia in 2005, carjackers sliced off the index finger of a Mercedes owner for use on the auto’s security system.
I am happy to report new print readers check for pulse — and some identify you by your distinctive vein pattern.
Still queasy?
Then smile for the 3-D face identifier. At Bioscrypt, that’s how staffers come and go.
The machine tells me to piss off, in so many words.
It’s cool, frankly. Groovy, as we used to say when keys were king.
Imagine a world with no ID cards, no fobs, no SIN numbers, no passwords, no pockets full of key-rings.
A world of James Bonds and Ethan Hunts.
So give us a finger, as it were, Destiny Dawn. And smile for the camera.
