Just between you and me, nothing is just between you and me anymore.
Ditto for what happens between you and your spouse, you and your doctor, even you and your car.
Whenever Americans go for a walk, answer the phone, or even put down our books to adjust the thermostat, someone is monitoring, and often recording, our every word and deed.
In the last few months, I've learned that my government is keeping track of my phone calls, e-mails, and perhaps even the Internet research I did for this column.
I've learned that my neighborhood Target may have unwittingly betrayed my financial data to as-yet-unidentified (but presumably unfriendly) strangers, who may soon use it to purchase a steak dinner, a new car, or a suitcase full of plastic explosives.
Still,…
