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...surreptitious off-line capabilities of snooping programs are creating a booming industry. Off-line surveillance means someone spying on anything you do while not connected to the Net. That includes simple word processing like constructing drafts or writing in a diary. The most far-reaching programs keep a log of every letter you type and delete. "Scanning for key words and websites is not rocket science," says Jonathan Penn, analyst at Giga Information Group, an e-business advisory firm in Cambridge, Mass. "We're talking about something that's soon going to approach a billion-dollar market...
Audiopoint was the only service with a reasonable solution. Before using it the first time, you can log on to audiopoint.com to set up a list of the types of information you want to hear about and the order in which you want to hear it. That way you can breeze through the daily horoscope and weather, for example, before launching into the news...
...used to have a pretty solid ritual that I would perform every morning at my computer. I'd get some coffee, log on and surf through CNN, the New York Times, Wired News, CNET, Slashdot and Time.com. These days I log on to one URL and pour my coffee while the page loads. By the time I return to my desk, every site on my daily list is ready to scroll through - no go-and-fetch web browsing one site at a time...
...exhibitions. Impressed by the material's load-bearing capacity (he calls cardboard "improved wood"), he thought of them again in 1995, after the Kobe earthquake, and used donated 34-ply tubes to build a community hall and houses. Working with the U.N., Ban has shipped paper log houses to Turkey and Rwanda. "Refugee shelter has to be beautiful," he says. "Psychologically, refugees are damaged. They have to stay in nice places...
...summer or two ago on a lake in Ontario, I let my canoe drift on a light breeze down the shoreline of a piney island. A muskie, 4 ft. long, mistook my canoe for a floating log and came to laze in my shadow, his surly, prehistoric head 3 ft. from mine in the emerald water. He rippled his ventrals and pectorals to stabilize his dreamy suspension. I moved only my eyes at first, and then not even those. At length, not thinking, I shifted my arm on the gunwale. The motion roused the fish from its dream. It finned...