Image taken by Susannah Sabine

It was apparent later in 2010 as I became more aware of how deeply our digital footprint extends across the Internet that such a concept informs a state of Uberveillance. This also correlates with the whole topic of transparency and the death of privacy.

For the most part trying to pull those surveillance containers apart and peer into them to see what mattered became the focus of my research endeavours as I sought out opportunities to learn more about covert policing, the concept of Uberveillance, national security and a host of other topics courtesy of ISTAS10 at the University of Wollongong.

At that early stage I was invited to contribute to a large expose on the workings of Uberveillance and invested a great deal of my time in developing the main Uberveillance website which is a treasure trove of links to resources and collaborative works with a number of author contributors.

The Uberveillance website is located at http://www.uberveillance.com

Image: Michael & Michael

Image: Michael & Michael

My investment in this interrogation of the totality of veillances has provided me a very cogent and philosophical understanding of the power differentials that Foucault and many others explore as a means to better express the workings of an unbalanced social posse of colonisers. Much of the awareness I gained as I read the Michael & Michael research powerhouse fills me with great angst yet, provided we truly interrogate and questions those who state they are seeking to improve humanity, then and only then can I have some ease of mind as to what it is that their research output seeks to counteract.

I worked for a night or two on some logo designs for the website then one day (night) I actually dreamnt of seeing MG walking down the beach with this tattoo on his chest with the 'U' over his heart.

Figure:  Alexander Hayes


Here is an article that appeared in the UOW news titled 'Are we ready to live in an uberveillance society?' on the same topic - https://media.uow.edu.au/news/UOW147704.html three years later