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The following is a Letter to the Editor and reflects the authors’ views alone. For information on how to submit a piece to the Opinion section, click here.
The November 2011 issue of The Atlantic has an article by James Fallows called “Hacked!”, which describes the ordeal of Fallows’ wife after her Gmail account was compromised, causing her to lose (at least for a while) essentially all of her online life, including six years of mail, photos, and personal documents. Her correspondents were told that she had been mugged in Madrid, but the rest of the story line reminded me of an incident of my own a year ago: an urgent email from a friend, sent to a very small mailing list, asking for a short-term loan.
As I was wandering the campus on a beautiful Sunday a couple of weeks ago, I saw an unusual number of couples walking hand in hand where one of the pair was simultaneously talking on a cell phone. Strangest of all was a couple who were both talking on their phones. It’s possible that they were talking to each other, but somehow I doubt it. It does seem a shame to waste an idyllic stroll with one’s significant other by talking to someone else on the phone.
Hurricane Irene arrived in Princeton on Saturday, Aug. 27, after a huge media buildup, where every channel seemed to be all Irene all the time. We had battened down our hatches and laid in enough food and drink to last for four or five days, so all was well on that front. As it turned out, at least in this area, the winds were not as strong as had been predicted, and we personally got lucky — no fallen trees, no flooding, no power failure, just a lot of small-scale debris on the lawn.
