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< | We are by now well-acquainted with the exclamation that privacy is dead. In the days of yore, we are told, there was secrecy, and the secrecy was good. But the digital age promised us the greatest conveniences, services customized to our every desire, if we would simply let others know a bit about us. "Like the oleander, however, the beauty is the danger." The stories of the sacrifice of privacy on the altar of technological advancement are now legion. And so, they say, privacy is dead. | >
> | We are now well-acquainted with the exclamation that privacy is dead. In the days of yore, we are told, there was secrecy - and the secrecy was good. But the digital age promised us the greatest conveniences, services customized to our every desire, if we would simply let others know a bit about us. "Like the oleander, however, the beauty is the danger." The stories of the sacrifice of privacy on the altar of technological advancement are now legion. And so, they say, privacy is dead. | | | | |
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< | The truth of the matter is much darker, and the profession that privacy is dead or lost is only half true. The claim that we have "lost" our privacy suggests a sort of invasion of our secret places, shadowed eyes peering into our bedrooms, probing mentalists looking into our thoughts themselves. In sum, the claim that privacy is lost suggests an intrusion by another; the claim that privacy is dead suggests that we have lost any concept of it in our lives. But neither is what has actually occurred. | >
> | The truth of the matter is much darker. The claim that privacy is "dead" or "lost" suggests a sort of invasion of our secret places, shadowed eyes peering into our bedrooms, probing mentalists looking into our thoughts themselves. It also suggests that we now have no concept of privacy in our lives. But neither implication is reality. | | | | |
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< | To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds or peep into our windows, we instead freely confess exactly what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given away; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the Frankensteinian New Privacy, a horror of our own making. | >
> | To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds, we instead freely confess what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given away; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the Frankensteinian New Privacy, a horror of our own making. | | | | |
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< | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many, silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | >
> | The Monster, Made
The New Privacy is a clever beast with many, silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be better friends? | | | In sum, the New Privacy has convinced us to disrobe in public without discarding our fear of nakedness. | |
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< | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. The Privacy is always lurking near; it watches us at home, and as we travel afar. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | >
> | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. But the Privacy is always lurking near; it watches us at home, and as we travel afar. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the threat now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | | | | |
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< | The monster preys on the young and the old; it yields not even for the departed. Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we are. From the dressings that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | >
> | The Privacy is without discrimination, it preys on the young and the old, yielding not even for the departed. Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we are. From the dressings that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | | | The Way Home | |
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< | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after many whispered tales of the beast's rampage, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? But the task is the same: the New Privacy must be stopped. | >
> | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after many whispered tales of the beast's rampage, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? By what means could it even be caged? But the task is the same: the monster must be stopped. Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I. | | | | |
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< | Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I; what is my claim to knowledge? Never have I have met the creature face to faces, and the wounds it has dealt me are yet few. But I have listened at the fireside long enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know the thing's measure, and to know that it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell you this story because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | >
> | Never have I have met the creature face to faces, and the wounds it has dealt me are yet few. But I have listened at the fireside long enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know the thing's measure, and to know that it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night; I tell you this story because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | | | | |
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< | How then, traveler, could we advance? What can we hope to do when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim, how long would the villagers let it live once it was dragged into the light of day? Until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. "The real power lies in us," and we must act soon. | >
> | How then, traveler, could we advance when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim, how long would the villagers let it live if it was dragged into the light of day? Yes, until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. "The real power lies in us," and we must act soon. | | | | |
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< | But the New Privacy is not a creature of myth, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. We will require other tools as well. Further, some welcome the monster's influence; we must therefore reject murdering the beast, for to do so would be to deny the villagers freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | >
> | But the New Privacy is not a creature of myth, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. Further, some welcome the monster's influence; we must therefore reject murdering the beast, for to do so would be to deny the villagers freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | | | | |
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< | Still, like anything with potential to do great harm, we must limit the monster's reach. We must require the Privacy's agents to reveal their purposes whenever they seek to deal with us. We must require those disclosures to strike the difficult balance between entirety, brevity, and clarity. We cannot pretend that this balance is easily found. But if we are to both respect the choices of those who would freely deal with the monster and yet wholly accept that those dealings are dangerous to us all, that balance is the only viable option of which I know. And if you insist, fellow traveler, that there are better solutions than I here propose, better ways to resolve the mess that we are now within? | >
> | Still, like anything with potential to do great harm, we must limit the monster's reach. We must require the Privacy's agents to reveal their purposes whenever they seek to deal with us. We must require those disclosures to strike the difficult balance between entirety, brevity, and clarity. We cannot pretend that this balance is easily found. But if we are to both respect the choices of those who would freely deal with the monster and yet wholly accept that those dealings are dangerous to us all, that balance is the only viable option of which I know. And if you insist, fellow traveler, that there are better solutions than I here propose, better ways to escape the thicket that we are now within? | | | Well, TWikiGuest, then you see why I am so eager to have you along. | | | -- BrianS - 06 Dec 2009 | |
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What I am trying to do in this essay is capture our privacy discussion and some of the lessons it presents, but in a different form. I have two areas I'm particularly interested in comments, but please comment on any:
1) is the linking overwhelming, especially the links where the URL does not clearly indicate the destination's content; and
2) do the links you do jump to serve their purposes well?
I also welcome any other comments or suggestions. Oh, and as a note, I debated restricting access for the wiki user name feature to always avoid TWikiGuest. I did not because I decided a gimmick was not worth limiting access.
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BrianSSecondPaper 10 - 15 Dec 2009 - Main.BrianS
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Not yet ready for review. | | | -- By BrianS - 02 Dec 2009 | |
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> | We are by now well-acquainted with the exclamation that privacy is dead. In the days of yore, we are told, there was secrecy, and the secrecy was good. But the digital age promised us the greatest conveniences, services customized to our every desire, if we would simply let others know a bit about us. "Like the oleander, however, the beauty is the danger." The stories of the sacrifice of privacy on the altar of technological advancement are now legion. And so, they say, privacy is dead. | | | The truth of the matter is much darker, and the profession that privacy is dead or lost is only half true. The claim that we have "lost" our privacy suggests a sort of invasion of our secret places, shadowed eyes peering into our bedrooms, probing mentalists looking into our thoughts themselves. In sum, the claim that privacy is lost suggests an intrusion by another; the claim that privacy is dead suggests that we have lost any concept of it in our lives. But neither is what has actually occurred.
To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds or peep into our windows, we instead freely confess exactly what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given away; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the Frankensteinian New Privacy, a horror of our own making. | |
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< | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many, silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | >
> | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many, silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | | | In sum, the New Privacy has convinced us to disrobe in public without discarding our fear of nakedness. | |
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< | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. The Privacy is always lurking near; it watches us at home, and as we travel afar. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | >
> | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. The Privacy is always lurking near; it watches us at home, and as we travel afar. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | | | | |
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< | The monster preys on the young and the old; it yields not even for the departed. Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we are. From the armor that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | >
> | The monster preys on the young and the old; it yields not even for the departed. Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we are. From the dressings that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | | | | |
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< | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after whispered tales from those who have seen the beast, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? Once captured, may others gaze upon it, despite the dangers? | >
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> | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after many whispered tales of the beast's rampage, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? But the task is the same: the New Privacy must be stopped. | | | | |
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< | Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I; what is my claim to knowledge? Never have I have met the creature face to faces, and the wounds it has dealt me are yet few. But I have listened at the evening fireside long enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know the thing's measure, and to know it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell you this story because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | >
> | Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I; what is my claim to knowledge? Never have I have met the creature face to faces, and the wounds it has dealt me are yet few. But I have listened at the fireside long enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know the thing's measure, and to know that it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell you this story because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | | | How then, traveler, could we advance? What can we hope to do when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim, how long would the villagers let it live once it was dragged into the light of day? Until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. "The real power lies in us," and we must act soon. | |
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< | But the New Privacy is not a creature of myth, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. We will require other tools as well. Further, some welcome the monster's influence; I therefore reject the full murder of the beast, for to do so would be to deny them freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | >
> | But the New Privacy is not a creature of myth, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. We will require other tools as well. Further, some welcome the monster's influence; we must therefore reject murdering the beast, for to do so would be to deny the villagers freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | | | Still, like anything with potential to do great harm, we must limit the monster's reach. We must require the Privacy's agents to reveal their purposes whenever they seek to deal with us. We must require those disclosures to strike the difficult balance between entirety, brevity, and clarity. We cannot pretend that this balance is easily found. But if we are to both respect the choices of those who would freely deal with the monster and yet wholly accept that those dealings are dangerous to us all, that balance is the only viable option of which I know. And if you insist, fellow traveler, that there are better solutions than I here propose, better ways to resolve the mess that we are now within?
Well, TWikiGuest, then you see why I am so eager to have you along. | |
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Jacobus's paper on Google and data-aggregation as a problem
Scott's paper on, e.g., CCTV and privacy invasions in the US and particularly abroad
Seth's paper on the Google Voice privacy policy
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/30/business/30privacy.html?pagewanted=1&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink
http://bwog.net/2008/06/10/hilarious-housing-dining-social-security-number-mishap
http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2009/08/facebook_status.html
http://www.smh.com.au/news/technology/facebook-friends-not-real-judge/2008/03/27/1206207279597.html
http://todayilaughed.com/?attachment_id=1118
http://atlanta.creativeloafing.com/gyrobase/life_in_the_shadows/Content?oid=98753
http://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=998565
http://www.nytimes.com/library/magazine/home/20000430mag-internetprivacy.html
http://epic.org/privacy/wiretap/ltr_pen_trap_leahy_final.pdf
http://www.justice.gov/criminal/cybercrime/pentrap3121_3127.htm
http://www.newsweek.com/id/195621
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/04/technology/04privacy.html?_r=1
http://files.cloudprivacy.net/verizon-price-list-letter.PDF
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/11/22/AR2007112201444.html
http://epic.org/privacy/carnivore/
http://www.silicon-flatirons.org/events.php?id=700
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3078854
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> | Not yet ready for review. | | | | | | Introduction: Something Private this Way Comes | |
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> | We are by now well-acquainted with the exclamation that privacy is dead. In the days of yore, we are told, there was secrecy, and the secrecy was good. But the digital age promised us the greatest conveniences, services customized to our every desire, if we would simply help the vendors remember a bit about us. "Like the oleander, however, the beauty is the danger." The stories of the sacrifice of privacy on the altar of technological advancement are now legion. And so, they say, privacy is dead. | | | The truth of the matter is much darker, and the profession that privacy is dead or lost is only half true. The claim that we have "lost" our privacy suggests a sort of invasion of our secret places, shadowed eyes peering into our bedrooms, probing mentalists looking into our thoughts themselves. In sum, the claim that privacy is lost suggests an intrusion by another; the claim that privacy is dead suggests that we have lost any concept of it in our lives. But neither is what has actually occurred. | |
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< | To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds or peep into our windows, we instead freely confess exactly what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given away; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the New Privacy. | >
> | To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds or peep into our windows, we instead freely confess exactly what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given away; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the Frankensteinian New Privacy, a horror of our own making. | | | | |
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< | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | >
> | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many, silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | | | In sum, the New Privacy has convinced us to disrobe in public without discarding our fear of nakedness. | |
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< | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | >
> | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. The Privacy is always lurking near; it watches us at home, and as we travel afar. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | | | | |
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< | Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we do. From the armor that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | >
> | The monster preys on the young and the old; it yields not even for the departed. Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we are. From the armor that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | | | | |
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< | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after whispered tales from those who have seen the beast, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? Once captured, may others gaze upon it, despite the dangers, or should we banish it completely? Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I. | >
> | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after whispered tales from those who have seen the beast, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? Once captured, may others gaze upon it, despite the dangers? | | | Conclusion: The Way Home | |
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< | And so you ask "who am I to spin this tale? What is my claim to knowledge?" None. Never have I have met the creature face to faces and the harms it has dealt to me are as of yet few. But I have listened at the fireside, late into the evening, enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know of the thing's measure, and to know that it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell this story to you because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | >
> | Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I; what is my claim to knowledge? Never have I have met the creature face to faces, and the wounds it has dealt me are yet few. But I have listened at the evening fireside long enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know the thing's measure, and to know it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell you this story because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | | | | |
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< | How then, traveler, could we advance? What can we hope to do when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer, I suggest, begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim, how long would the villagers let it live once dragged into the light of day? Until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. | >
> | How then, traveler, could we advance? What can we hope to do when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim, how long would the villagers let it live once it was dragged into the light of day? Until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. "The real power lies in us," and we must act soon. | | | But the New Privacy is not a creature of myth, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. We will require other tools as well. Further, some welcome the monster's influence; I therefore reject the full murder of the beast, for to do so would be to deny them freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | | | References to Integrate: | |
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Gavin's paper on GoogleStreet and Privacy
Heather's paper on Facebook and minors | | | Jacobus's paper on Google and data-aggregation as a problem | |
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Kamel's paper on right to oblivion for the deceased
Makalika's paper on Facebook ads and suggesting using nonprofits (soon after creating a Facebook event titled “baby shower,” the ads served to my profile page included titles like “Are you a game-loving mom?” and “Win Disney on Ice Tickets!”) | | | Scott's paper on, e.g., CCTV and privacy invasions in the US and particularly abroad
Seth's paper on the Google Voice privacy policy | | | http://bwog.net/2008/06/10/hilarious-housing-dining-social-security-number-mishap | |
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> | That is correct, if you are logged in while reading the paper it will kick up your Wiki Name. If you are not logged in, you'll see TWikiGuest I believe. The idea behind the %WIKIUSERNAME% code is to give the essay an aura of "that's kind of creepy." Which, given the dangers I'm trying to identify in the essay, is just what I'm going for. | | | So while I did read your paper carefully Ando, I didn't single you out particularly. That would be mean! |
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Not yet ready for review. Quite a bit from it! | | | We are by now well-acquainted with the exclamation that privacy is dead. In the days of yore, we are told, there was secrecy, and the secrecy was good. But the digital age promised us the greatest conveniences, services customized to our every desire, if we would simply help the vendors remember a bit about us. The stories of the sacrifice of privacy on the altar of technological advancement are now legion. And so, they say, privacy is dead. | |
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< | The truth of the matter, however, is much darker, and the profession that privacy is dead or lost is only half true. The claim that we have "lost" our privacy suggests a sort of invasion of our secret places, shadowed eyes peering into our bedrooms, probing mentalists looking into our thoughts themselves. In sum, the suggestion that privacy is lost portrays an active intrusion by another that we are blameless for. The claim that privacy is dead suggests that it is gone and that we therefore have no concept of it in our lives. But neither is what has actually occurred. | >
> | The truth of the matter is much darker, and the profession that privacy is dead or lost is only half true. The claim that we have "lost" our privacy suggests a sort of invasion of our secret places, shadowed eyes peering into our bedrooms, probing mentalists looking into our thoughts themselves. In sum, the claim that privacy is lost suggests an intrusion by another; the claim that privacy is dead suggests that we have lost any concept of it in our lives. But neither is what has actually occurred. | | | | |
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< | To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds or peep into our windows, we instead freely confess exactly what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the New Privacy. | >
> | To the contrary, we have not stopped understanding what privacy is, nor have we stopped thinking that some things are private. We retain a sense that there are matters that are ours only to tell, our secrets to hold, our nakedness to conceal. Technology does not peer into our innermost sanctum, it is we who spill our darkest secrets to technology. Technology does not read our minds or peep into our windows, we instead freely confess exactly what we are thinking, why we are thinking it, and to whom we are telling it to. We do so in real time. Privacy has not been lost, it has been given away; privacy has not died, we have made it into a fully-living monster. This is the New Privacy. | | | | |
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< | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | >
> | The New Privacy is a clever beast with many silver-tongued maws. The Privacy tells us that no matter what we might think is personal, we must still blog about that party last weekend. The creature boldly professes that it values our secrets, but that it truly must possess them so that it can be a better companion; TWikiGuest, don't you want to be friends? | | | In sum, the New Privacy has convinced us to disrobe in public without discarding our fear of nakedness. | |
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< | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | >
> | Like any good creature of nightmare, we do not fully understand the New Privacy's power; it is difficult to pin down its harms. Because the Privacy operates in shadow and mist, we cannot clearly perceive where it might next strike. And because we have allowed the beast's tendrils to so embrace our lives, the monster now surrounds us on all sides. In the light of day it beckons us to adhere to its wishes, and even in slumber the monster's dreams have power. | | | | |
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< | Indeed, the monster draws strength from all that we do. From the heavy metal armor that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the www.internetexplorer? [vessels]] we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the creature strengthens. | >
> | Indeed, the creature draws strength from all that we do. From the armor that we clothe ourselves in to the taverns in which we gather; from the vessels we travel the virtual seas upon to the parchment we use to exchange letters. From each of these, the Privacy strengthens. | | | But not all of the villagers are without ears to hear; after whispered tales from those who have seen the beast, some have found their torches and blades. They have set out in isolation and with entourage. There is disagreement about how the beast should be met: should we capture and cage it, or should we slay it directly? Once captured, may others gaze upon it, despite the dangers, or should we banish it completely? Some have called the hunters fools; others would be glad to travel with them. And so we come to the question of which am I.
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< | Who am I to spin this tale, what is my claim to knowledge? I have none, for never have I have met the creature face to faces and the harms it has dealt to me are as of yet few. But I have listened at the fireside, late into the evening, enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know of the thing's measure, and to know that it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell this story to you because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | >
> | And so you ask "who am I to spin this tale? What is my claim to knowledge?" None. Never have I have met the creature face to faces and the harms it has dealt to me are as of yet few. But I have listened at the fireside, late into the evening, enough to know that something moves in the darkness. I have seen enough marks in the dirt to know of the thing's measure, and to know that it is growing. I am now one who is searching for his pitchfork in the night, and I tell this story to you because I fear to dwell in darkness alone. | | | | |
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< | How then, traveler, could we advance? What can we hope to do when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer, I suggest, begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim how long would the villagers let it live once dragged into the light of day? Until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. For no one fears the terror not yet unmasked. | >
> | How then, traveler, could we advance? What can we hope to do when we are only coming to wisdom so far down the path? The answer, I suggest, begins where all nightmares end: we must wake up. The power of the monster is its secrecy, for if it is as terrible as we claim, how long would the villagers let it live once dragged into the light of day? Until the monster is revealed, we will fight it alone. | | | | |
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< | The New Privacy is not a creature of myth, however, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. We will require other tools as well. First, many welcome the monster's influence; I therefore reject the full murder of the beast, for to do so would be to deny them freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | >
> | But the New Privacy is not a creature of myth, and sunlight alone will not dispatch it. We will require other tools as well. Further, some welcome the monster's influence; I therefore reject the full murder of the beast, for to do so would be to deny them freedom of choice, and thereby sacrifice part of ourselves. | | | | |
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< | Still, like anything with potential to do great harm, we must limit the monster's reach. We must require the Privacy's agents to reveal their purposes whenever they seek to deal with us. We must require those disclosures to strike the difficult balance between entirety, brevity, and clarity. We cannot pretend that balance is easily found. But if we are to both respect the choices of those who would freely deal with the monster and yet wholly accept that those dealings are dangerous, that balance is the only viable option of which I know. And if you insist, fellow traveler, that there are better options that I have not encountered, better ways to resolve the mess that we are now within? | >
> | Still, like anything with potential to do great harm, we must limit the monster's reach. We must require the Privacy's agents to reveal their purposes whenever they seek to deal with us. We must require those disclosures to strike the difficult balance between entirety, brevity, and clarity. We cannot pretend that this balance is easily found. But if we are to both respect the choices of those who would freely deal with the monster and yet wholly accept that those dealings are dangerous to us all, that balance is the only viable option of which I know. And if you insist, fellow traveler, that there are better solutions than I here propose, better ways to resolve the mess that we are now within? | | | Well, TWikiGuest, then you see why I am so eager to have you along. | | | That is correct, if you are logged in while reading the paper it will kick up your Wiki Name. If you are not logged in, you'll see TWikiGuest? I believe. The idea behind the %WIKIUSERNAME% code is to give the essay an aura of "that's kind of creepy." Which, given the dangers I'm trying to identify in the essay, is just what I'm going for. | |
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> | So while I did read your paper carefully Ando, I didn't single you out particularly. That would be mean! | | | -- BrianS - 06 Dec 2009
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