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| | 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. 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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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? |
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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? |
| | 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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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? |
| | 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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
| | 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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| | 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 |
| | -- AllanOng - 06 Dec 2009 |
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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. |
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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! |