We are all kidding ourselves if we even entertain the idea of privacy that once existed before the age of technology. I know many people that believe they have some sort of privacy in today's world. I do not believe privacy, as we have known it in the past, will ever exist again. It has died and its rebirth seems next to impossible. People are creating a digital footprint whether they like it or not. Here are three searches I conducted on people I know who value their privacy far more than myself.
I thought I would do a quick online search for a professor that I used to teach with at Buffalo State College. This professor was so anti-technology, he would only use a pencil, not even a pen to solve mathematical equations that I had never even dreamed about. I found him, Bob Stalder, within two clicks on the school website. I am willing to bet money that he has no clue how easy it is to access information about someone online. I am more intrigued to know whether it is his picture showcased on the website home page for academic support. If that is not him, I would be surprised.
Then I decided to look for another professor, Dennis Gaffin, that I used to teach with also at Buffalo State. He was one of the professors that was so good, people used to go and just watch him in action in a classroom, whether they were enrolled in the course or not. As part of my job, I was lucky enough to be paid to attend his course, and then take the high risk students (the students on academic probation) back to my classroom and help them decipher the course content in meaningful ways to their lives. He inspired me to want to lead a better life and a more contentious life without the outside world watching my every move. He valued privacy so much that he built a home that was completely self reliant. He didn't need electricity, gas, or anything from the outside world.
I found Professor Gaffin within one search. Since I am terrible with names, even the ones I hope to remember, I could only type what I remembered about him into Google: anthropology professor at Buffalo State with book about Faeroe islands and immediately found his name, his book (which is a great read and can be purchased at amazon.com), his email address, and discovered that he is now chair of the entire Anthropology department. I have thought about emailing him, but now I am intimidated by his online presence alone. It has been 10 years since I taught at Buffalo State. Technology has changed education more than I think we ever dreamed. At that time, I didn't email my students, have a class blog, personal blog, a cell phone or even a computer in my home. Did he envision this future when he built his self-sustaining home? Remember how scared we all were about what would happen when the year turned from 1999 to 2000? I do because I was 8 months pregnant with my first child, and I kept thinking that I wished I had stayed in touch with Dennis. I still wish I had because there is still a lot I could learn from him now.
Lastly I decided to google my husband's best friend and the best man from my wedding. I thought John Gargrave would be a good search because unlike the last two people, he has no connections to present day education and his professional life has little presence on the web. This man is so contentious about his online presence, he will not sign up for Skype. John has one email address, and only recently updated his computer from one of those terrible old PC's from the early 90's, to a Dell. He still writes beautiful letters and his penmanship is the finest I have ever seen. John takes pictures with a camera that actually needs film and then he takes it to a store to have it developed. He is an excellent photographer, but it is near impossible to ever see his photos. John is also a phenomenal writer, yet he guards his novel (that he has been working on for since I first met him in 1989) with his life. I am hoping he now has at least one more copy of it, because in the past he never did. I found him in one search. I also found where he graduated from high school and what year (which will send him over the edge), his ex-wife's full name, and the address of his current apartment in Toronto. I also found his name mentioned in numerous blogs about people's encounters with him throughout the years. He will be mortified this summer when I see him. I can't tell him over the phone because since we left the states to move overseas, he worries about who may be listening to our phone calls.
So honestly, is there such a thing as privacy at all?
No . . . and you are kidding yourself if you think there ever will be again.
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