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

Merely that I have a World Wide Web page does not give me any power, any abilities, nor any status in the real world.

It's a great medium for trivia and hobbies, but not the place for reasoned, reflective judgment. Suprisingly often, discussions degenerate into acrimony, insults and flames.

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

Electronic communication is an instantaneous and illusory contact that creates a sense of intimacy without the emotional investment that leads to close friendships.

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.

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.