Book Review: The Quantum Breach, by Denver Acey

By Kellie Purcill

The Quantum Breach Cover Art

Denver Acey’s novel The Quantum Breach had me second guessing every piece of paper (bank statement, bulk mail out, envelope with my grandmother’s address on it) I put in my recycling or bin and invading the personal space of every ATM I used. When Ebay admitted last month that it had been hacked with millions of user account details copied, I realised again, thanks in increased part to The Quantum Breach, how much information about me is readily available in hard- and electronic-copy, even without entering the walls of my home (hence my glaring at stuff I’d have normally tossed out without thinking about it and changing several identical passwords online).

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Staying Grounded

By Jennifer Whitcomb

My brother Aaron wrote a family letter day-before-yesterday, chronicling the goings-on of his week.  It was informal, cheery and full of the stuff that makes up his life.  In closing, he mentioned an article he had read in this month’s Ensign magazine; a Devotional Address entitled “Things As They Really Are” by Elder David A. Bednar.  My brother’s final two sentences were:  “We are living in a virtual world and people are losing their grip on reality.  Stay grounded.”

Those two sentences left me thinking about reality and staying grounded longer than I had planned.  His letter brought to mind a discussion my husband and I had regarding Facebook a few weeks ago.  The conversation centered on being able to keep in touch with people who, without the internet, would be WAY off the radar screen. 

We recently had an internet safety class in our ward (it was sparsely attended) that pointed out the dangers of establishing cyber-relationships with members of the opposite sex.  Some in-class comments by a woman I admire and respect left me thinking about my own online and Facebook relationships.

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so much cooler online

By Michelle Lehnardt

I am quitting my blog.


Really, I am.

I mean it this time.

It takes too many hours, checking for comments becomes an obsession and, ultimately, much of what I write is misunderstood.

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