Testing what they can get away with is my guess.
The title is a little confusing. It's not the ebooks but the ebook readers - especially Kindle - that are able to gather and send data. Makes me wonder what the best hardware and software for private ebook reading is.
I did a quick search for "best ebook reader for privacy" and got the usual review sites, but "privacy" isn't mentioned in any of their reviews.
So what are the options? There's an add-on for Firefox called Epubreader ... I'll have to keep looking into it. Definitely getting off the kindle/amazon train though.
I agree with this post. Move on and build your life your way.
I'd like to add, in case it's helpful, from my own experience the thinking about it never ends. My dad passed 40 years ago and i still have the same thoughts, feelings, arguments even (a little more one-sided now that he's gone, though). I mean the dynamic might last forever, but you can separate that emotional internal dynamic from how you live your life. And there's a kind of "this stops here" effect, because your own children will never have to deal with all that stuff, because you dealt with it and moved on. That's something to be proud of.
British panel (game) shows like Would I Lie to You and 8 out or 10 Cats Does Countdown. The game element is just an excuse for funny, interesting people to crack jokes and have a good time.
After 911 a woman in my city (Portland Oregon) called the police because she saw powder on the hood of her parked car - parked under trees that were shedding pollen. She though fer sher that evildoers were targeting her with anthrax spores or something. The police are required to respond to those calls with full bio-emergency gear, so it was a huge scene, road blocked off, police vans everywhere, people in full body protective gear taking samples of the "anthrax" from her car. The end result was a public announcement from the police asking the public to please use common sense before calling. The drama going on in people's heads sometimes ... yikes.
True. I once considered subscribing, some years ago, but customer reviews of OST convinced me not to. Looks like i made the right decision.
These "super-app" fantasies always ignore the fact that WeChat is ubiquitous in China because the Chinese government practically requires everyone to have it. How exactly is that supposed to be replicated in a non-authoritarian society?
As a Mint user: What do those symbols even mean? (or: "Distro? What's a distro?")
It's called "responsive design" i think. I played around with it a bit when learning html years ago. You can get free website templates that have this cooked in - like, you don't need to code anything. Seems easy to do and pretty much an industry standard now. Pretty weird that reddit would choose a trashy option instead.
Also with a browser extension. Wikihow has a page on how to do it 5 different ways.
The only time i tried online dating apps to the point of actually talking to another human i met a young woman and we exchanged a few messages then arranged a phone call. On the phone she wouldn't stop talking. It was pretty amazing, this flood of words pouring from her. I supposed it was because she was nervous, but still - being pretty pessimistic about the whole online dating thing to begin with - figured this would never work out because her non-stop talking was starting to weird me out a little. Not in a terrible way, just a little.
Anyway, she was going on and on about her job but was carefully avoiding any details that might identify where she worked, i guess so as to stay safe by not revealing too many personal details to a stranger. Somehow, though, I figured it out. She told me what area of the city she lived in, and i got enough details about the kind of work she did that i said something like: "Oh, you work at the Goodwill on blahblah street" and then there was dead silence. The flood of words stopped. We hung up soon after that. I felt really cool about guessing her workplace, like a detective, thinking i'd impressed her with my mind, but it wasn't until years later that it dawned on me that i'd weirded her out even more than she weirded me out. A double oblivious weird out.