Computers force us into creating with our minds and prevent us from making things with our hands. They dull the skills we use in everyday life.

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.

The Internet has no such organization - files are made available at random locations. To search through this chaos, we need smart tools, programs that find resources for us.

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

As the networks evolve, so do my opinions toward them, and my divergent feelings bring out conflicting points of view. In advance, I apologize to those who expect a consistent position from me.

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.

Data isn't information, any more than fifty tons of cement is a skyscraper.