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The end of privacy?
Society
Written by Peter Warren   

Forget Street View, there is a far more subtle - and pervasive - invasion of your private life being carried out - this time through your mobile phone

      By Pete Warren

      Appeared in Guardian - Thursday 2 April 2009

Mobile phone

Each time you use your phone, data on your habits is stored and could be sold to advertisers. Photograph: Fancy/Veer/Corbis

When the furore about Google Street View washed across the UK last month, Google must have been pleased. For a much more sinister invasion of privacy had gone unnoticed. A week before, Google had, without any fanfare, released 11 software applications for mobile phones that spell a fundamental change in our lives.

Among the applications were functions such as text messaging, web browsing, a diary, Orkut - the company's social networking offering - and a program for Google Maps. Innocent enough, perhaps. But combined they would allow Google to know what you are doing all of the time. A truly Orwellian development that has been described by privacy campaigners as "a catastrophic corruption of consent".

 
Who's got your old phone's data?
Society
Written by Peter Warren   

Millions of mobiles are lost and discarded every year, yet their owners give little thought to the sensitive data they contain

 

Pete Warren
The Guardian, Thursday September 25 2008

 

Three years ago, Graham Clements – the European managing director of the UK subsidiary of the Japanese packaging multinational Ishida – decided to get rid of his BlackBerry and passed it on to his IT department for recycling. At the start of this month, that BlackBerry was one of the top items on the agenda at the first board meeting that Clements had called since his return from holiday - because it, and the data on it, had come back to haunt him.

Instead of being recycled, the BlackBerry, like millions of other mobile devices every year, had been passed on to a company to be sold. On Clements's device were business plans, details of customer relationships, information on the structure of the company, details of his bank accounts and details about his children.

And Clements isn't alone.

 
Computer Forensics: how our computers hold a snapshot of our secret lives.
Society
Written by Peter Warren   

Pete Warren explains how a forensic specialist can retrieve data from your hard drive - even if you think you've deleted everything - that reveals a great deal about you

 

Pete Warren
The Guardian, Thursday August 14 2008

(appeared under the headline - 'Computer security: Snapshots of our secret lives')

 

The first time that I really became aware of computer forensics was around eight years ago when I arranged for some hard drives I had bought from a boot fair to be examined by Professor Neil Barrett, an expert in the field. The results were memorable. When Barrett rang me to say that he had found account details for a Paul McCartney - on a hard drive discarded by a merchant bank - I was prepared for the inevitable teasing.

"Sure, Neil, I suppose there must be quite a few Paul McCartneys." "Yes, I suppose there are," he replied. "Not too many called 'Sir', though."

 
Ancient cities brought to life in virtual reality
Society
Written by Peter Warren   
Commissioned by the Sunday Herald

A consortium of academic groups and scientists has launched pioneering technology that will allow people to walk the streets of ancient cities and interact with virtual reality reconstructions of their inhabitants.
Dubbed Charismatic, the pan European collaboration also promises to revolutionise the theatrical profession by allowing audiences for the first time to choose whether they watch a play or fly in virtual reality to any point in a production they choose.
 
Kubrick family attack monster film director myth
Society
Written by Peter Warren   
First published Scotland on Sunday Magazine and the Sunday Express

I FIRST met Stanley Kubrick 10 years ago at the wedding of his daughter Anya to one of my oldest friends. At the reception, in a marquee on the lawn of Anya and Jonathan's house, I was surprised at the ease with which he could be approached. Kubrick even seemed shy. And while I stuttered on about how I was about to fly to the Gulf to cover the conflict with Saddam Hussein, scared of boring him and slightly in awe, he listened intently.
Rather than being dismissive and aloof, as I expected, he instead seemed fascinated. Kubrick, a man with a consuming passion for the detail of conflict, was asking me the questions.