So what? Somebody’s always had control over information, and others have always tried to steal it. Read Machiavelli. As technology changes, sneakiness finds new expressions.” Martha.

Of course. NSA is rumored to tape record every transatlantic telephone conversation. Maybe they’d recorded this session.

Cliff, I’d like to take over, but our charter prevents it. NSA can’t engage in domestic monitoring, even if we’re asked. That’s prison term stuff.

I spend almost as much time figuring out what’s wrong with my computer as I do actually using it.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.