Give Me Your Digits
Friday, September 15, 2006
To get your City Of Milwaukee Class "D" Bartender's License you have to be fingerprinted.
This is an odd moment pertinized by an exchange in my play, in which a character from Eastern Europe yells at an American, "You volunteered to give your fingerprints to the government! You are the King Kong Godzilla of the naive."
I've been fingerprinted once before -- when I volunteered to work on a tutoring program in the NYC schools system. But those were paper and ink prints, buried in a NYC bureaucracy.
These are digitized.
I don't think you have to be planning a life of crime to hesitate at a moment like this.
This is an odd moment pertinized by an exchange in my play, in which a character from Eastern Europe yells at an American, "You volunteered to give your fingerprints to the government! You are the King Kong Godzilla of the naive."
I've been fingerprinted once before -- when I volunteered to work on a tutoring program in the NYC schools system. But those were paper and ink prints, buried in a NYC bureaucracy.
These are digitized.
I don't think you have to be planning a life of crime to hesitate at a moment like this.