The article presumes you want your e-book collection to stick around for a bit. But it seems to me that if you really want the perfect e-book system, the best way to go about it would be to actually manage your expectations and be prepared for the fact that a computer glitch may just wipe out everything on your device.
The study claims that young adults between the ages of 18 and 25 are “more vigilant” about their privacy compared to older internet users, but I think this awareness simply stems from the fact that they’ve grown up with the internet and have seen how their peers have been embarrassed or humiliated online. I think we’re supposed to be impressed by the fact that the young ‘uns aren’t as irresponsible or carefree as we think they are, but they’re also the most self-conscious, awkward group, no?
I suspect “older” internet users (age 55 - 64) don’t change their privacy settings or de-tag themselves from photos because they never really thought about it. At their age, they’re less likely to have pictures of themselves passed out drunk on a bathroom floor that potential employers could discover.
… I must skip all the way to Amazon.com (Not hyperlinking! I’m SO bold) because the Kindle version of the third Stieg Larsson book is out! The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest’s been available in Australia for months now as a trade paperback, but books are heavy, you know?
I don’t remember this, but my mum told me all about it when I got older.
I thought sitting in the pram was fun. My mum thought walking in the forest was fun.
She still does, she meets bears and picks berries etc. This particular day, the day I don’t remember anything of because it was before I was two and I don’t have memories. From before the age of two, we were in the forest and a man came towards us. With a penis.
Ok, most men have penises but this man was a flasher and my mum got scared and started running like a freak with me laughing in the pram screaming Faster mum, faster!.
When I was about sixteen we went to the library and she pointed at a man and said That’s him and I knew exactly who she meant.
I heart this story so much. I’ll take this any day over a short-story collection by Brooklyn’s finest.