Just because I write about technology – and have been for more than a quarter century – doesn't mean I like all technology. As futurist Ray Kurzweil once noted, fire can heat and cook but also burns. Here are a half dozen bytes of modern digital life that inflame me.
If I'd wanted to stay in touch with you or know what you were up to, I would call you on the phone (okay, send an email), write you a card or letter, ring your doorbell and not run, or stay informed by other less impersonal methods. I'll even use Twitter to keep up – the messages are short and sweet and I choose who I want to follow and don't have to ignore or turn down invites. Color me crotchety, but to me Facebook is like a high school reunion your spouse drags you to.