The other day I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. I was putting on my contacts, and dropped one on the ground. After picking it up and cleaning it something stopped me from putting the contact in my eye. In my hand was what I thought was my innocent contact to correct my vision, instead laid an instrument of horror!! All of this time Big Brother has literally been living in my eye balls!!!! Inside was my prescription!! And this is the first time I've ever seen this!! Great!Now I know what most of you are thinking. Big deal, Lisa. It's just something people are doing now to make it easier for eye doctors to find you a better prescription...yada yada yada... NO! It's just another way for THEM to keep tabs on us. And now they are living in my eye ball....
On of my favorite shows is "How I Met Your Mother." There is a scene where Barney (Neil Patrick Harris: brilliant by the way) is talking about his position at work. It is a running joke that no one has any idea what he does for a living. But he says to his friends that he will never retire. Instead they will find his body one day washed ashore without any hair, fingernails, or any identification markers. Sure, it's comedy, but the fact is no matter how hard you try, you are going to be on the radar somewhere. And now it's in places you would never think about checking, like the inside of your contact lens.
Any of you have a diamond ring, ear ring, or bracelet? You know that there is a code that is linked only to your diamond and the only way that you can see it is under a microscope. (i look at this for a living, believe me, it's creepy) Also, the better the diamond, the more details that they have. You can trace these diamonds back to the place they were mined, and to the person that actually did the cutting of your stone. They can trace this all back to that very diamond that you've been wearing on your finger every day. So good new, if something horrible happens and all they can find is your diamond, they can at least say that at one point you were the one wearing it. Just saying. (I always said if I every get engaged that I don't want a ring. Boy, good thing that I've never had my heart set on a ring.)
It's bad enough that our personal information is being monitored in ways we already know about everyday. We basically gave up our right to anything personal going through airport security. Any time we use our credit/debit cards they get our personal info You can't write a check without giving up your first born. In some places you must provide your address and phone number even to make a simple purchase.They can trace you anywhere with a cell phone, and it doesn't have to even be on. My local coffee place can tell you what drink your order most frequently with their rewards card. They ask to scan your ID at Walmart or Target and your personal info is out there for the taking. When you buy things online, they can save your preferences and recommend things you may like based on what you've bought in the past. On Hulu.com they ask you to choose commericals so they can personalize your experience. Is it just good customer service, a way for companies to find out what products are in demand, or Big Brother tracking you?
What about the things that you do to yourself? If you color your hair, they can find the shades. If you get any type of cosmetic surgery, they can trace the serial numbers on your boob implants. Even if you made the regrettable mistake of piercing something you later changed your mind about, the scar tissue will stilll be there. If you get a tattoo, they may be able to trace the artist. If you have wear a hearing aid, glasses, or contacts, they can find out what the perscription is, and where you most likely got the items you need in your every day life. You like Old Spice? They can find that out too.
I can handle to some extent what we must give up in order to get the things that we want or need in food and services. What I don't like is how little things like the contacts are sneaking in there, and no one is the wiser if you never notice it. What else do they have traced to Lisa Tebrinke? Do they have GPS in my underwear? 1984 is not a dream, or a well thought out plot. It's reality, and it worries me how much closer our lives are going in a direction of a fiction book!
So, on my day off dear THEM, you can find me at my house. I'll be watching Family Guy while wearing my -2.25 contact lens, drinking sweet tea, and flipping through my Christopher Moore book. Beside me, or maybe on the floor will be my two dogs, who eat Perinea Dog Chow, and have their blue potty bags that I get from CVS by the door when they need to go out. You can also check out the music I was listening to on Pandora.com when I decide it's time to clean the house with products I bought from Walmart....but you already knew that, didn't you....
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