When I was younger, like High School, everybody wanted to be famous. This was a very alien thought to me- look what happened to Elvis.

I wanted to be anonymous. Privacy is extremely important to me. Privacy is freedom.

I have some very dear internet friends, trying to help me, but the best thing to do is to never, ever link to me. I do not like publishing links, because I know about stats and I could care less about them.

I love the Internet, it is the biggest library in the World. It is like wandering up and down the stacks of a library, in the basement, and finding the old magazines with photos of Scott and Zelda.

But I do read the fine print. I am , by nature, curious. Used to drive my parents nuts. I am a font of trivia- the cherubs come to me all of the time, and I ask, what am I, Soogle? But I do indeed, usually know the answer. I know why the grass is green.

The point of the matter is that while The Internet is indeed a font of information, it is becoming Big Brother.

When our house burned down, Google maps was used by the press. I know this, because I am very good with Google. If you look at an aerial view of our house, it looks like two houses.I really hate to say this, but think Anne Frank. We have two roofs. Technically, the back roof is the Achterhuis. The press was reporting that two houses were in danger. And people were actually jumping over the two meter high brick wall in our garden to take photos, to *tweet*,  you can actually buy a video of our house on fire for 10 euro. They were kind enough to send me a free copy. It is on YouTube as well. Imagine that.

I cannot tweet. I am far too long winded. And Facebook, read the fine print. Google is getting too big for it’s britches- again, read the fine print.

Now, this is rather unladylike , but I am sitting next to a toilet bowl. I get the best connection here. And- I blush- I have the runs. And I am supposed to carry this Nokia 6021 with me where ever I go. Why ? Why should I be available when that explosion hits ?

I have been reprimanded for my need for privacy while I publish on THE WORLD WIDE WHATEVER, but I have always stated that my point was to preserve the cherub’s youth.

They are coming here all of the time, looking at photos.

Please , just read the fine print.

In a few days, I have to make two moves. On Monday, I will end up in my new * room of my own*.  To solve the internet business, I have to make new friends, but keep the old.

I might be off line for a while.

Piece of cake.