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Thursday, September 05, 2013
Virtual Insanity.
words.
"Even with the knowledge that our communications are being monitored by the government, it’s still premature to declare the “death of privacy” in a strict sense; we can, if we choose, carry on conversations that are forgotten, have thoughts that go untweeted, leave the house without our phones. The more immediate threat may be the surrender of private identity: to perfect the total image of an impressive life, we prune off the parts of ourselves that can’t, won’t, or shouldn’t be seen."
THE NEW YORKER: You Are What You Tweet
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