Here's how a tight group of online pioneers created a virtual neighbourhood which now transcends political, social, and economic strata.
Here's how a tight group of online pioneers created a virtual neighbourhood which now transcends political, social, and economic strata.
If you don't have an E-mail address, you're in the Netherworld. If you don't have your own World Wide Web page, you're a nobody.
Why is it drug addicts and computer afficionados are both called users?
While I admire the insights of many of the people in the world of computing, I get this cold feeling that I speak a different language.
Rather than bringing me closer to others, the time that I spend online isolates me from the most important people in my life, my family, my friends, my neighbourhood, my community.
It's easier to apologize afterwards than getting something allowed in the first place.
Spending an evening on the World Wide Web is much like sitting down to a dinner of Cheetos, two hours later your fingers are yellow and you're no longer hungry, but you haven't been nourished.
Data is not information, information is not knowledge, knowledge is not understanding, understanding is not wisdom.
Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don't let anybody else use it, and get a new one every six months.
Computers in classrooms are the filmstrips of the 1990s.
The problem with intelligent agents and filters is that they can never do anything more than a crude approximation of my desires and wants.
Merely that I have a World Wide Web page does not give me any power, any abilities, nor any status in the real world.
Why is it drug addicts and computer aficionados are both called users.
The Internet is a telephone system that's gotten uppity.
I've got a half-dozen computers in my house. But this cult of computing gives me the heebie-jeebies.
When I'm online, I'm alone in a room, tapping on a keyboard, staring at a cathode-ray tube.
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