Usually, I don’t care about the data that gets collected about me on the internet. I know that one can find about my musical tastes, my works, my interests, my job … as long as I have the feeling that I have all this data more or less under control, I couldn’t care less.

It begins to affect me, though, as soon as I start to google other people. With another person’s nickname I find some Web2.0-social-sites that give me his real name, which leads me to his schools past and present, to forums where he discusses his hobbies, even his home adress, because he left it as a signature of his mails, which got archived on a mailing list – open for everyone to find.

This was the point where it began to get creepy … it felt as if I knew too much now, as if I violated the privacy of the person, even if he probably never noticed (and will notice).

In the end, this falls back on me. Everyone can do the same thing with my information. The hunter becomes the hunted.

Do I care? I haven’t decided yet.