John Keats (/ˈkiːts/ 31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English Romantic poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work having been in publication for only four years before his death.
Although his poems were not generally well received by critics during his lifetime, his reputation grew after his death, and by the end of the 19th century, he had become one of the most beloved of all English poets. He had a significant influence on a diverse range of poets and writers. Jorge Luis Borges stated that his first encounter with Keats was the most significant literary experience of his life.
The poetry of Keats is characterised by sensual imagery, most notably in the series of odes. This is typical of romantic poets, as they aimed to accentuate extreme emotion through the emphasis of natural imagery. Today his poems and letters are some of the most popular and most analysed in English literature.
John Keats (1921 – November 3, 2000) was an American writer and biographer.
Keats was born in Moultrie, Georgia. He attended the University of Michigan and the University of Pennsylvania before serving in the Army Air Corps in the Pacific during World War II.
Keats worked for the Washington Daily News in the 1950s. His debut as an author came in 1956 with The Crack in the Picture Window, a broadside at sprawling suburban housing developments. He also wrote numerous magazine articles, which led to non-fiction books and biographies.
In the 1950s, Keats bought "Pine Island", one of the Thousand Islands, as a vacation home for himself, his wife and their three children. However, at the time of his death in 2000, he was living in Kingston, Ontario, where he had moved in order to be close to the island featured in his 1974 book Of Time and an Island.
From 1974 to 1990 Keats taught magazine writing at Syracuse University.
Keats died November 3, 2000, in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. He was 79.
While use of a pseudonym or alias is not necessarily unlawful, identity theft is the deliberate use of someone else's identity, usually as a method to gain a financial advantage or obtain credit and other benefits in the other person's name, and perhaps to the other person's disadvantage or loss. The person whose identity has been assumed may suffer adverse consequences if they are held responsible for the perpetrator's actions. Identity theft occurs when someone uses another's personally identifying information, like their name, identifying number, or credit card number, without their permission, to commit fraud or other crimes.
The term identity theft was coined in 1964.
"Determining the link between data breaches and identity theft is challenging, primarily because identity theft victims often do not know how their personal information was obtained," and identity theft is not always detectable by the individual victims, according to a report done for the FTC. Identity fraud is often but not necessarily the consequence of identity theft. Someone can steal or misappropriate personal information without then committing identity theft using the information about every person, such as when a major data breach occurs. A US Government Accountability Office study determined that "most breaches have not resulted in detected incidents of identity theft". The report also warned that "the full extent is unknown". A later unpublished study by Carnegie Mellon University noted that "Most often, the causes of identity theft is not known," but reported that someone else concluded that "the probability of becoming a victim to identity theft as a result of a data breach is ... around only 2%". More recently, an association of consumer data companies noted that one of the largest data breaches ever, accounting for over four million records, resulted in only about 1,800 instances of identity theft, according to the company whose systems were breached.
Identity Theft: The Michelle Brown Story, later renamed Identity Theft, is a crime-drama television film starring Kimberly Williams-Paisley, Annabella Sciorra and John Kapelos. It is based on a true story. The film premiered on the Lifetime television network in 2004.
Michelle Brown (Paisley) is a young woman who buys her first house and has an excellent credit history. As she submits the paperwork to the realty company, one of the employees, Connie Volkos (Sciorra), uses Michelle's credit card number, social security number and address to purchase numerous items, including electronics and other luxuries. Eventually, this gets out of hand to the point that Michelle begins to suspect her identity has been stolen after receiving bills for items she had not paid for. Connie flees her apartment and travels through the country, dying her hair brown and even creating a false driver license in Michelle's name. She soon purchased her own apartment after reaching a different state.
Because I'm tired of maturity, airport insecurity
Runnin' from the Thought Police, fightin' with the go-betweens
Hold up, let me steal a breath
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft
(You need an education)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a good degree)
As to assimilate
So little time, so much to be bored by
If no one trod along Harvard lawn, no one'd make a nuclear bomb
They don't teach you how to care, empathisin' if you dare
Euthanize your sense of fair play, better to obey
No child is free, oh, why, it's queasy to see
Is that an elementary or a penitentary
Huh, geez, get off my back
Beat it, take it to town, man
Idiots go to college to get dumbed down
Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try
Because I'm sick of the insanity, watchin' horny manatee
Feelin' like a libertine, dealin' with the death machine
Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity theft
(You need a publication)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a press release)
As to assimilate
Journo-fascist profiteers, pornotastic pioneers
Bonbonbastic puppeteers, get away from me
How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality
You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty
Oh, you guess you got an edge
Hiding your hedge from the feds
Puttin' down the little veg
(Ignorance is a right, not a privilege)
I'm finished, done, and had it
And while you fucks are at it
As far as I'm concerned, Pluto's still a planet
Ooh, you die a quick death
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try
Because I'm sick of all the sabotage, where's my female entourage
Lookin' for some kind of closure, all I'm findin' is Ray Bolger
Hold up, hell yeah, I'll confess
'Cause we're dealin' with identity theft
(You need an occupation)
I don't see why I got to
(You need a boss to please)
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, you're late
Yakety yak, don't look whack, Nellie, you're a heart attack
Murder, murder, on the wall, who's the butchest one of all
(Where'd you get that vegan dress, a flea market)
Oops, I forgot, you design for Target
Shun violence and religion, don't ever play with nuns
But I punched a man on Broadway just to watch him cry
Every guy I went to try said I fight him but I can't think why
Bent unhinged and singed
I cringe to watch the main event
But in the end, there's no success like revenge
Ooh, it leaves you bereft
Ooh, identity theft
I may be wrong, I don't know why
I may be wrong, but I'll try
Because I'm tired of hypocrisy, is it them or is it me
If Jesus Christ is left in ruin, Satan, buddy, how you doin'
Hold 'em up, it's a street arrest
And we're dealin' with identity theft
Because I'm tired of being sweet and nice
Fuck you once and fuck you twice
Show your passport, get that stamp
Funny like a nazi camp
Hold 'em up, hell yeah, I'll confess