“If some unemployed punk in New Jersey can get a cassette to make love to Elle McPherson for $19.95, this virtual reality stuff is going to make crack look like Sanka.”—Dennis Miller
What Your Children Are Doing on the Information Highway is not Yet Another How to Get on the Net book that’s out of date before it even goes to print. Oh, sure, there’s a chapter describing how to get on the net yesterday, if you happen to be one of the proofreaders who got to read the chapter before it’s obsolete. But that’s obligatory, and you’re not going to pay attention to it anyway.
What Your Children Are Doing is for those people who don’t understand this highway shit, don’t want to be on any highway, and want to know why the hell their children talk in a foreign language.
It’s about the generation gap. The information gap. And the power gap.
From 1775 to 1799, the introduction of the personal rifle changed the course of history. The rifle put the balance of power-by-force into the hands of individuals. With that power, the people toppled governments, and took control of their own destiny in the force-ridden time of their age.
The personal computer is the rifle of our age, and our children will use them as our great-great-great-grandfathers used the rifle.
- The purpose of What Your Children Are Doing?
- Who and what is this book? Who and what is Jerry Stratton?
- Can’t get there from here
- If the Internet is a new frontier, who are the lawless and who are the sheriffs?
- The Kinder Gap
- Imagine there’s no countries? Imagine there are still countries, but no borders. What does that do to international rivalries and warfare?
- InfoShok
- “We can’t make a frontal assault. Do you know how much email we’d get?”
- Why don’t we do it in the road?
- The inevitably out-of-date “how to get on the Internet” from 1995, with sporadic updates that ended in about 1998.
- Internet Death Imminent: Film at Eleven
- The death of the Internet used to be a regular prediction. Nowadays, it would be more like the death of air, or something else that we don’t perceive because it’s always around us.