Hell yeah! Had an awesome find at a thrift shop today - A 1929 Southwestern Bell Telephone technical manual and installation guide for phones of the era.
Maybe you're asking why I think this is awesome? Haha. That makes sense - Well, first of all, I -live- vintage stuff. Antiques, old books, weird ephemera of the past. This definitely fits in with all of that, and has a gorgeous, punched leather cover with the gold stamping. Such a slick piece of history.
Second, I'm an old computer nerd cat. Back in the early '90s, I was a phone phreak - a phone hacker back before mobile phones and even alphanumeric pagers were a thing. It was in these days that "Ma Bell" (Southwestern Bell) was a big Queen on the scene, in her prime.
What were common phreaker practices back in the day? Well, it was all about exploration and curiosity. We would wardial (using our home landline connections and modems to dial a huge list of numbers in a row to try and find systems on the other end rather than regular phones - I'd leave it on all day and come back with a shorter list of various systems to dial in and play around on), we would build blue (and other color) boxes from RadioShack parts to use payphones to make free calls and do all sorts of rad tricks, we would prank folks that deserved it or use said tricks to disrupt schools and business, we would navigate voicemail systems and change automatic messages, and we would generate credit card numbers (which was incredibly easy back in the day) to make free calls to our first girlfriends in Canada. Well, that last one was mostly a me thing, haha.
Basically, payphones and early phone systems were a wonderful, incredible playground for me and I have SO many fond memories of these times. To have a book like this in my hands feels like I just looked inside the Ark of the Covenant and instead of melting my face off, it just glowed real bright and whistled a 2600hz tone sweetly into my ears.
This has so many cool photos like the ones above, and lots of radical technical diagrams, too.
As a bonus, there are hand-typed notes from a division head telephone engineer that wrote about systems they were building in Galveston, TX in the '60s:
Anyways, this is such a cool relic and I'll probably not be able to bring myself to sell it.
Did you know I wrote a verse about being a phreaker for a song with Nerdcore legend YTCracker wayyyyyy back in 2010? Well, now you do. You can hear that here (I'm the second dude, of course):
“Watch me pull it out of hiding with a click and a drag
Done being convalescent - now I'm imbued with electrons
Easier for me to see how I have effect on
The world - when I'm back to my roots”
Hands in my pockets clumsy fumbling for change
So I can ride this bus up and out the pouring rain
Public transportation keep it green in many ways
And I let the driver chauffeur me to distant destinations
San Secuestro - where the brains and the blessed flow, to fulfill their manifestos
Marine layer masking a workforce multitasking
On a distributed backend (holla)
Protobuffer caching the message queue elastic
Pursuits in my scholastic got me unenthusiastic (yeah)
The wheels of the bus go round, but my life round here is on a path of shaky ground
In this land of almost (almost)
Beneath these hulking facades of every little start-up solving every little cause
Lies a bunch of inexperienced developers fighting off their creditors
Seeking better offers from immediate competitors
And I networked with computers not with humans
Underestimated meta games as the key to moving up in the world where I figured that my skill would
Demonstrate ability if they would give me a chance
Not this futility (futility)
Resumes with these recruiters got me feeling like a loser (loser)
Put me in the game coach, even as a junior
Just another user
I'll even bring my own computer (please)
Psssst. Are you headed to DEF CON? Want to catch a semi-secret all-night pool party, where Frontalot, ytc, and int80 are doing nerd raps? I feel like you do. Reserve your free party ticket right now.
The only way to level 20 is ascension
Addicted to the internet
Yeah I need an intervention
Displace any class or race
Scorch ports with my lyrical mace
Breaths of fire from the nerd rap sire
Changing of the guard like you change a spare tire
The mic handheld like a pc tablet
Sword on a cord every time I grab it
Or grep it flag my debug then wreck it
The Gallagher's Gallagher smash on ships
Then for bonus points I mash on chicks
Atlantic city to Seattle, first class trips
I don't spit the schematic so please don't panic
RDP from a box and you seen I ran it
Ain't a thing they can do about that cuz
I'm all about the backdoor long term hack
See me on your subnet mask
Know that I defeat any block or class
Untouchable like Kevin Costner
Be afraid when you see me on the roster
Stream line code and I'm always on the road
The feds can't chase what they can't see though
I'm untouchable see that, fear my greatness
See me on top and you know that you hate this
My economics be like some Hooked on Phonics
Tear computers up but at least I'm honest
Sales out there bitch knows I'll shark it
See me IT see me telemarket
Can't brush hacks backdoors infected
SQL jack, SQL injection
Run trojans, XP command shell
DG army knows I command well
Sit on top bulletproof yellow star
Invincibility no matter where you are
See me in the smoke grey car
With my mag-mount antenna I'm pulling nets from afar
Stumble yeah I'm ready to rumble
Call me michael buffer in a couple
With a buffer overflow I'm on your stack
Raise the roof on me bitch, check it ytcrack