You are being watched
That's my house in that picture. Well it's not my house, my roommate owns the place. I pay rent to him, so you can call it my home, as I have a legal right to live there. That oil spot you see on the right is from my car. I should I get that fixed. But I digress.
That picture came from Google. My home is viewable via the Street View function and if you live in a major city, chances are yours is too. The feature is pretty robust, you can turn the view and see buildings from a variety of angles. You basically have a three-dimensional view of the entire street. For the three of you interested, you can see the street pic for Monk's Cafe here and a view of Seinfeld's would-be apartment here.
Anyone else a little creeped out by Street View? Google hasn't violated any privacy laws by taking these pictures, but then again I doubt lawmakers ever foresaw a corporation having a visual record of every street in America, Google's eventual goal. Already the service has raised some issues with photos showing people exiting adult bookstores and other seedy establishments. A friend suggested even the mere presence of an unrecognized car in a driveway can land someone in deep trouble with their significant other.
I know, I know. "If you have nothing to hide, what are you worried about?" Not much, I suppose, but I can't help but raise an eyebrow. If they can use what you can see from the street, why not what you hear? They can record loud coughs, domestic disputes, and raucous parties. Fifty years from now, Google will record your thoughts the moment you step on a sidewalk. Ultra high-res photos will analyze the effects of UV radiation on your skin. Weight sensors will detect your body-fat percentage. All of this will be recorded into a database searchable by paying customers who will send you emails about sunblock, antihistamines, counseling, beer specials, diet plans, and fast food.
Paranoid? Maybe a little. But not that much. Now where's my tinfoil hat?
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