The writers of the classic 1980s pop songs “Private Eyes” and “Every Breath You Take”* must have a good laugh when they look back on that era’s notion of invasion of privacy. Not even George Orwell imagined that people would voluntarily upload their locations to applications like Twitter and Foursquare throughout the day, or share personal details about themselves AND THEIR CHILDREN on websites that can be read by complete strangers. (Crazies!)
File this information under “reader, beware”: I have installed a plug-in on the blog here to track my traffic. Mostly I just want to be able to say, “yeah, I thought so” when I see that I’ve had a total of four hits in a week, three of which are probably from relatives who optimistically check regularly to see if DB has said anything funny. So if it will bother you to be counted, you’ll have to quit visiting.
In case that’s true for you, here’s one final tidbit. To request a piggyback ride, DB says, “carry me like a backpack.”
*Hall & Oates and The Police, respectively, in case you are not a Child of the Eighties