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Years ago, I set up https://mitmproxy.org on a Raspberry Pi and used it to get logs of every site that my kids would visit. I should be clear that monitoring/spying != parenting, but it definitely made me feel a little better to have some idea of what the kids are using the internet for. From a technical perspective, it did exactly what you want. I had logs of full urls (not just domains). So, for example, I could view what they googled and when, if I wanted to anyway. It did involve installing a certificate on the computer that they use, but there are how-to guides so setting everything up was simply a matter of following instructions. The biggest drawback is that it noticeably slowed their internet. I imagine if I had run this on a more powerful computer it may have been better. --- Note, for those suggesting PiHole, it is very good for getting logs of domains accessed, but not very informative. For example, you can tell that a computer accessed "youtube.com" at a certain time, but not what was actually viewed. That may be obvious to many of us, but just clarifying in case it is not obvious to the OP. |
From a very early age, we invited virtual strangers and machines into our home. Before my First Communion, my best friends were the Little Engine That Could, Dr. Seuss, Atari 2600, Mr. Rogers, and cassettes from K-TEL.
Typically parents may discuss with children what they saw on TV or read in a book, or how their school day went. Have introductions to friends and peers, get to know who we're hanging out with. Our parents seemed actively disinterested in our interior lives, and intent on doing their adult duties while we were unneeded.
It became readily apparent that, more than anyone else, strangers and machines were more interested in my activities and interests. There were no supportive or encouraging friendships for me in class or in the neighborhood.
And with human connection and relationships that broken, it was inevitable that we escaped into cyberspace and fantasies. In fact, I attribute my paranoia and fear/hatred of other humans to this. "Beat Me, Bore Me, But Never Ignore Me" was my motto.
We'd been adopted, and our parents were just in the lineup of caretakers for pets. We grew up to be excellent pets.