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privacy is a fundamental human right

Posted on 20 August, 2008 By Wil

Bruce Schneier writes another thoughtful and insightful essay on privacy:

Privacy protects us from abuses by those in power, even if we’re doing nothing wrong at the time of surveillance.

We do nothing wrong when we make love or go to the bathroom. We are not deliberately hiding anything when we seek out private places for reflection or conversation. We keep private journals, sing in the privacy of the shower, and write letters to secret lovers and then burn them. Privacy is a basic human need.

[…]

[I]f we are observed in all matters, we are constantly under threat of correction, judgment, criticism, even plagiarism of our own uniqueness. We become children, fettered under watchful eyes, constantly fearful that — either now or in the uncertain future — patterns we leave behind will be brought back to implicate us, by whatever authority has now become focused upon our once-private and innocent acts. We lose our individuality, because everything we do is observable and recordable.

[…]

How many of us have paused during conversation in the past four-and-a-half years, suddenly aware that we might be eavesdropped on? Probably it was a phone conversation, although maybe it was an e-mail or instant-message exchange or a conversation in a public place. Maybe the topic was terrorism, or politics, or Islam. We stop suddenly, momentarily afraid that our words might be taken out of context, then we laugh at our paranoia and go on. But our demeanor has changed, and our words are subtly altered.

This is the loss of freedom we face when our privacy is taken from us. This is life in former East Germany, or life in Saddam Hussein’s Iraq. And it’s our future as we allow an ever-intrusive eye into our personal, private lives.

I reject the notion that we have to choose between privacy and security, and I agree with the oft-repeated quote about the foolishness of sacrificing the former in pursuit of the latter.

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We deserve privacy, and we don’t have to give it up to have security. They work very well together. Encoding messages for my friends and family is fun, but I sure don’t want to feel like I have to do it all the time, just because I can’t trust my government – and, increasingly, my neighbors – to leave me alone.

scalzi’s new book is out

Posted on 19 August, 2008 By Wil

What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t remind everyone that John Scalzi’s newest book, Zoe’s Tale hit bookstores today?

John says:

I’m really proud of Zoë as a character; I think she’s one of the best I’ve ever written. I also think that that in many ways Zoe’s Tale is the best book in the entire Old Man’s War sequence, which is saying something, considering it’s the fourth book in the universe, and two of them have got Hugo nods. But there it is: The amount of work I had to do to get Zoë right is also reflected in the rest of the book as well. It’s good.

I’m also happy to say that the goal of making this a standalone novel seems to have been achieved: I’ve heard back from folks who have read the book cold, without having read the other books in the sequence, and it’s worked for them. This is good news because, as most of you know, Zoe’s Tale was written with an eye toward opening up this universe to younger readers who might have missed the other books; it’s the book I can point to when someone asks if they can give a book of mine to their daughter or nephew or whomever.

I’m currently reading (and loving) Soon I will be Invincible,* but as soon as I finish it, Zoe’s Tale is at the top of my list, leapfrogging over a giant stack of books that just said, “Hey! We’ve been waiting in line here! Come on! No cuts!”

Sorry, giant stack of books, but I like the Old Man’s War universe so damn much, it always gets cuts.

… okay, back cuts behind Immortal Iron Fist. Sorry, The Terror, you’ll have to keep waiting. (But if Zoe’s Tale is anything like the other books in the Old Man’s War universe, you’ll only have to wait a few days. I usually have a damn hard time putting them down.)

*Link and title fixed. I was in a hurry to get out of the house when I wrote this post this morning.

i’m leaning towards . . .

Posted on 18 August, 2008 By Wil

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pour it in my hand for a dime

Posted on 18 August, 2008 By Wil

I woke up this morning and for the first time since I provided experimental proof of the First Law of Motion, I wasn’t in any pain or discomfort.

“Oh good,” I thought, “Things are looking up! Maybe I won’t have to load myself up with stupid painkillers today!”

I got out of bed, grabbed a cup of coffee and a seat at the dining room table, and checked my e-mail.

There were some nice notes from readers about Happiest Days and the audio version of Just A Geek. There wasn’t any spam.

I was feeling good. Damn good. I was thinking about maybe even heading down to the park for a gentle swim in the pool . . . and that’s when without warning, I was hit by one of the biggest sneezes I think I’ve ever had in my life. I didn’t have time to grab a pillow, I didn’t have time to splint myself. All I could do was reflexively cover my face with my hand to catch the scream.

I felt and heard the pop in my side, down low where my doctor had shown me the break on my xray last week. My back immediately went into a spasm as my body made an effort – just a few seconds too late – to immobilize the affected area.

Nolan poked his head into the room.

“Are you okay?”

“No,” I said in my best Marcellus Wallace voice, “I’m pretty far from okay.” In my head, I added the “muthafukkin” that Pulp Fiction quoting purists are currently sucking their teeth at me for leaving out.

I slowly stood up and went to the kitchen. I shoveled a bunch of cereal into my face and took the pain medication I’ve been wanting so desperately to get off for the last few days.

I tried to bend down to pet my dog, and learned a rather painful lesson about getting crazy ideas in my head about doing silly things like trying to bend down to pet my dog with a broken rib.

This all happened about 45 minutes ago. The pain meds are starting to kick in, which means that it’s really in my best interest to get offline and go watch more Olympics as the stupid sets in.

Until I return, please enjoy the following clip, which has been on my mind for the last ten days:

thirty-seven? in a row?

Posted on 15 August, 2008 By Wil

I met Kevin Smith at Comic-Con, back in 2000 or 2001. The encounter was so incredibly embarrassing, I can’t bring myself to recall it, but can be summed up thusly: I made a complete fool of myself, and as a testament to his kindness, he didn’t make me feel like a total asshole. (Note for the record that I was a total blathering idiot, and also note that I defy every single person reading this to sit on a couch next to Kevin Smith and not lose their shit because you’re sitting next to One of Us who is living the dream.)

I’ve always lamented that I made such a fool out of myself, because if he remembers anything about me at all, it’s probably something like, “Oh man, that guy is an idiot.”

This morning, my inbox was filled with e-mail about this art show Kevin Smith’s doing called Crazy 4 Cult 2 that opens in Hollywood next Saturday, including a link to this fucking awesome painting, that completely owns in the face:

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There are a ton of magnificent works on display in Kevin Smith’s blog, but that’s not even the best part of the post, which is this:

I saw “Watchmen.” It’s fucking astounding. The Non-Disclosure Agreement I signed prevents me from saying much, but I can spout the following with complete joygasmic enthusiasm: Snyder and Co. have pulled it off.

Remember that feeling of watching “Sin City” on the big screen and being blown away by what a faithful translation of the source material it was, in terms of both content and visuals? Triple that, and you’ll come close to watching “Watchmen.” Even Alan Moore might be surprised at how close the movie is to the book. March can’t come soon enough.

See? Living the dream.

The show opens on August 22 at Gallery 1988 on Melrose, which is next door to Golden Apple. He says that there were over 1000 people last year, so if you’re going, you should plan on showing up early.

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