It's easier to apologize afterwards than getting something allowed in the first place.

Call me a troglodyte; I'd rather peruse those photos alongside my sweetheart, catch the newspaper on the way to work, and page thorough a real book.

When I'm online, I'm alone in a room, tapping on a keyboard, staring at a cathode-ray tube.

The Internet is a telephone system that's gotten uppity.

I sense an insatiable demand for connectivity. Maybe all these people have discovered important uses for the Internet. Perhaps some of them feel hungry for a community that our real neighborhoods don't deliver. At least a few must wonder what the big deal is.

Data isn't information. ... Information, unlike data, is useful. While there's a gulf between data and information, there's a wide ocean between information and knowledge. What turns the gears in our brains isn't information, but ideas, inventions, and inspiration. Knowledge-not information-implies understanding. And beyond knowledge lies what we should be seeking: wisdom.

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.