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...that was then. Today, I am a senior philosophy concentrator and serve as online-technology chair at the very newspaper you are reading. In addition, I am employed as an advanced support computer user assistant by Harvard Arts and Sciences Computer Services (HASCS), the people who brought you the Pink Book, the Science Center Help Desk and a 50-megabyte quota for your Faculty of Arts and Sciences (FAS) account, among other goodies. Don't call me with your computer problems, though. Really. I'll hang...
...have measured, over the course of two years, the deleterious effects of a mere hour a week of Net use. They reported an average increase of 1% on a depression scale, four-tenths of a percent on a loneliness scale and a loss of 2.7 members of the user's social group. I check into the WELL, one of the oldest and therefore most depressing of the so-called online "communities," and the usual gang is tearing up the report like junkyard dogs with a rag doll...
...device was not for me. It costs $330--more if you want to buy the docking station to synch information with your desktop computer. And service starts at $30 a month for a low-volume user. Because of its limited functionality, the Pagewriter could not replace my laptop, PDA or cell phone. It would only upgrade my beeper--and since that's the smallest and cheapest of my toys, I plan to keep it on my bandolier...
...Mike Myers' droll, brave impersonation, Rubell is a starstruck lout, a user-abuser, seductively snaky, cheerily malevolent; he could be Lolita's Clare Quilty without the gaudy wordplay. It'd be fun to see a movie about this Rubell. Alas, 54 focuses on the kids who worked for him: Shane the blond busboy (Ryan Phillippe), Anita the coat checker (Salma Hayek) and other cutie losers. The film tries to toss Saturday Night Fever's bridge-and-tunnel dreamers into the '70s' hottest disco. But for that to work, you need verve, edge and Travolta. All those are absent here...
...call state troopers. Despite the flurry of frantic cell-phone calls and cries of "Don't you know who this is?" the guard refused to budge. Jobs had to retreat and find a generic pass with which to enter his own convention. Maybe the guard was a Windows user. --Reported by Daniel Eisenberg...