Your inbox is awash in spam, your boss is chuckling over your credit report, and you’ve got a sneaking suspicion that Uncle Sam counts how many Löwenbräu you chug. Yes, your privacy’s shot to hell, and you’re tempted to shrug and settle for an open source life. But privacy isn’t like virginity, forever lost after the first trespass. With some work, “reprivatization” is possible. Use this three-tiered guide to pick a level of solitude. But be warned: Going all the way off the grid is more like Ted Kaczynski than Howard Hughes.

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