Quotes About Technology

June nodded. "Oh, now we know that. But then? The net was supposed to be their baby. Their tool! It would replace big banks as an instrument of control, above nations and governments. Above even money.

I had thought that the magic of the information age was that it allowed us to know more, but then I realized the magic of the information age is that it allows us to know less. It provides us with external cognitive servants-silicon memory systems, collaborative online filters, consumer preference algorithms and networked knowledge. We can burden these servants and liberate ourselves.

Today, almost half of our engineers company-wide are developing software—a massive change from years past.

The Five Initiatives 1.?Growth (via customer service, globalization, and technology) 2.?Productivity (went hand-in-hand with growth) 3.?Cash (improve working capital and have high-quality earnings) 4.?People (keep the best talent, organized the right way and motivated) 5.?Organizational enablers (including Six Sigma, Honeywell Operating System, and Functional Transformation)

His desktop was a sheet of black opal with neither paper nor a data console to mar its polished perfection. A small printer perched on the outer edge, as if contemplating suicide in remorse at intruding on so august a personage.

There are a surprising number who get their spiritual uplift week by week only from the comfort of their own living rooms or from their computers. They never go to church. Well, they "go" to church but do so in their own way.

Most real-world computer programs, however, are significantly asynchronous. This means that they often have to stop computing while waiting for data to arrive or for some event to occur.

It is named the Web for good reason.

There's more to life than sitting there interfacing, it might be a newsflash to you.

Nuclear weapons and TV have simply intensified the consequences of our tendencies.

Good old traditional audio-only phone conversations allowed you to presume that the person on the other end was paying complete attention to you while also permitting you not to have to pay anything even close to complete attention to her.

This terror of silence with nothing diverting to do. I can't think anyone really believes that today's so-called 'information society' is just about information. Everyone knows it's about something else, way down.

I can't think anyone really believes that today's so-called 'information society' is just about information. Everyone knows it's about something else, way down.

Today's person spends way more time in front of screens, in florescent lit rooms, in cubicles being on one end of the other of an electronic data transfer . . . What is it to be human and alive and exercise your humanity in that kind of exchange?

actually just has a born tech-science wienie's congenital impatience with the referential murkiness and inelegance of verbal systems.

The Union itself, the late A.Y. ('V.F.') Rickey's summum opus, is a great hollow brain-frame, an endowed memorial to the North American seat of Very High Tech, and is not as ghastly as out-of-towners suppose it must be, though the vitreally inflated balloon-eyes, deorbited and hung by twined blue cords from the

Callers who even more unconsciously blemish-scanned or nostril-explored looked up to find horrified expressions on the video-faces at the other end. All of which resulted in videophonic stress.

When he settles in with the tray and cartridge, the TP's viewer's digital display reads 1927h.

I was one of the men in this room, the only one wearing a wristwatch who never once glanced at it. What looked just like glasses were not. I was wired from stem to stern.

All on a real superficial-type level, since Watson's basically got like a little liquid-filled nubbin at the top of his spine where his brain ought to be.

Phoneless Cord in his stocking, ostentatiously packaged

It's the digitals. Leith has that word he uses for the shift from analogs to digitals. That word he uses about eleven times an hour.

central conundra of millennial après-garde film, most of which, in the teleputer age of home-only entertainment, involved the question why so much aesthetically ambitious film was so boring and why so much shitty reductive commercial entertainment was so much fun.

The best way to describe the sonic environment at the '98 CES is: Imagine that the apocalypse took the form of a cocktail party.