Big Brother Is Watching
May, 2002
Tomorrow on your way to work, count the number of security cameras pointed at you. The last time I did this, I stopped when I reached two dozen. Had they the energy or the suspicion, security guards could have isolated me filling my Subaru at the corner gas station, getting cash at the ATM drive-through, returning videos to Blockbuster, carbo-loading at the 24-hour convenience store, dropping off my kids at their schools, trying to squeeze into an atrophied indoor parking space that costs me $24...
