Let me do all the good I can, to all the people I can, as often as I can, for I shall not pass this way again.
Not every advance is progress. Not every new thing is better for us humanly.
We expect more from technology and less from each other.
If you're happy with where the Internet, Facebook, and Twitter have taken you, I'm not the Grinch. Someone called me Sherry Turkle's "evil Luddite twin. " I'm not that. I enjoy the bounties of this technology. But if you fear that your connected life is running away with you, read the book, reflect, talk to your family and friends. I think we deserve better than some of the places that we've gotten with this technology.
My own study of the networked life has left me thinking about intimacy - about being with people in person, hearing their voices and seeing their faces, trying to know their hearts. And it has left me thinking about solitude - the kind that refreshes and restores. Loneliness is failed solitude.
Kids have moved from, "I have a feeling, I want to make a call," to "I'd like to have a feeling, I need to send a text. " In other words, there's a continual need for validation. They're constituting a thought or feeling by sending it out for votes. That's really not where you want to be emotionally.
When the social network doesn't find it convenient to have privacy, we say, "Okay, social network, you don't want privacy, maybe we won't have it either. " But we did this without having the conversation.
I find it's bizarre that science fiction is the one branch of television to push the idea of strong female characters. And I only call it bizarre because strong women aren't fiction.
I wonder, now, about interrogation chambers: why do they think bright light brings the truth out of people? They should try the seduction of shadows, where you cannot watch your words hit their target.
When we talk to god, it's prayer. When god talks to us, it's schizophrenia.
The declaration that our People are hostile to a government made by themselves, for themselves, and conducted by themselves, is an insult.