For many Californians, the looming demise of the "time lady," as she's come to be known, marks the end of a more genteel era, when we all had time to share.

Back in the day, I was in Jersey. I don't know if it was the center of the BBS world; it was probably the ass-end of it, like it was of everything else. But it felt like the center.

Social networks conceal a trivialization of interaction ... at a time when we need discussion and argument to be more effective than ever.

Call it stalking, procrastinating or friend collecting, it doesn't build real connections.

... Perhaps the most powerful way in which we conspire against ourselves is the simple fact that we have jobs.

What was once the mark of utter uncoolness, a veritable byword of selling out, has become the norm.

What the company is trying to do is prevent the passengers who can pay the second-class fare from traveling third class; it hits the poor, not because it wants to hurt them, but to frighten the rich ... And it is again for the same reason that the companies, having proved almost cruel to the third-class passengers and mean to the second-class ones, become lavish in dealing with first-class customers. Having refused the poor what is necessary, they give the rich what is superfluous.

If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

It's the best kind of pop album imaginable.

Rick Rubin says that the future of the industry is a subscription model.

Gray matter is the new black of the hip social scene.

Cable news has a habit of treating viewers like children on a long car trip.