or with emotion; with caps like this: OH BIG BROTHER!
We’ve been overrun by men in the house. It’s really not that many, but it means that there is no privacy during the day. Men in the bathroom downstairs, blocking my bedroom. Men outside my study window, in their fix-it van.
You would not believe the amount of people who thought we were living in that little thing while they’re doing the remodel.
People are funny. But we have no choice. We have to figure out a way to live with them, don’t we?
I’m also faced with the possibility/probability of having 4 young men stay with me most of the summer, since I can’t find other housing for them. Not really looking forward to that, especially since we’re having windows replaced after the bathroom is done.
I really don’t know how this is going to play out.
Privacy is clearly not to be. Even going out for a walk in the woods. Mr. Google knows where you are. Verizon knows.
And WordPress knows. They just told me:
You registered on WordPress.com 4 years ago!
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!
President Obama said it last Friday, as quoted here in an insightful article in The Week about the balance between privacy and security:
I think it’s important to recognize that you can’t have 100 percent security and also then have 100 percent privacy and zero inconvenience. We’re going to have to make some choices as a society.
That’s easy for him to say. I say we don’t really have a choice.
And so to counter this, our granddaughters, aged 11 and 9, have now joined our family email chains. Here is an example of our youngest one.
And her response to her cousin’s email saying how she liked her signature here was:
I laughed out loud!
LOL is right.
We cannot escape, so we might as well laugh.
Unless you are from the Onion.
Then you can make everyone else laugh.
Having earlier in the day set his Gchat status to “invisible,” local man Jeff Young, 29, reportedly spent his Wednesday afternoon monitoring the comings and goings of his various online contacts as a silent and unknowable observer, espying the world and its madding crowd from his lofty, impregnable perch. “Here I lurk, unseen and yet all-seeing, privy to the deepest and darkest secrets of all who toil below me,” Young said, moments after withdrawing into the virtual shadows, all evidence of his very online existence obscured by an unassuming gray circle in his Gchat sidebar. “I am a watcher of limitless vision, unknown to the watched, gazing with fearsome power and great solemnity upon those pitiable fools whose online presence lies in plain sight. Lo, in my omniscience, I am akin to God Himself.” At press time, Young’s girlfriend had somehow breached his seemingly impenetrable observatory, demanding to know why he was ignoring her.