Cindy làm bài tập môn lịch sử (lớp 5) và hỏi mình “cho con xài máy tính để làm bài!”

Andy thường nói về Peter với một thái độ rất nể vì Peter biết mò ra hết tất cả các thủ thuật chơi games qua youtube.

Ông bạn – phụ huynh hỏi một câu nghiêm túc khi thấy Andy lật tự điển “thời nay, ai lại đi tra tự điển? lên wiki là có hết!”

Trong một buổi cơm tối họp mặt gia đình, ít nhất 3 lần 2 em trai mình bước ra khỏi bàn ăn để nhận tin nhắn và trao đổi với ai đó.

Mình nghĩ internet mang lại phương tiện để con người trao đổi, chia sẻ và trình bày cá nhân mình một cách tự do hơn bao giờ hết. Nhưng internet sẽ không thể thay thế người thầy, sách, bạn, và những chuyến đi.

All three kinds appear among the new books about the Internet: call them the Never-Betters, the Better-Nevers, and the Ever-Wasers. The Never-Betters believe that we’re on the brink of a new utopia, where information will be free and democratic, news will be made from the bottom up, love will reign, and cookies will bake themselves. The Better-Nevers think that we would have been better off if the whole thing had never happened, that the world that is coming to an end is superior to the one that is taking its place, and that, at a minimum, books and magazines create private space for minds in ways that twenty-second bursts of information don’t. The Ever-Wasers insist that at any moment in modernity something like this is going on, and that a new way of organizing data and connecting users is always thrilling to some and chilling to others—that something like this is going on is exactly what makes it a modern moment. One’s hopes rest with the Never-Betters; one’s head with the Ever-Wasers; and one’s heart? Well, twenty or so books in, one’s heart tends to move toward the Better-Nevers, and then bounce back toward someplace that looks more like home.

Và một đoạn kết ẩn dụ nhưng rất rõ ràng

For the Internet screen has always been like the palantír in Tolkien’s “Lord of the Rings”—the “seeing stone” that lets the wizards see the entire world. Its gift is great; the wizard can see it all. Its risk is real: evil things will register more vividly than the great mass of dull good. The peril isn’t that users lose their knowledge of the world. It’s that they can lose all sense of proportion. You can come to think that the armies of Mordor are not just vast and scary, which they are, but limitless and undefeatable, which they aren’t.

Thoughts are bigger than the things that deliver them. Our contraptions may shape our consciousness, but it is our consciousness that makes our credos, and we mostly live by those. Toast, as every breakfaster knows, isn’t really about the quality of the bread or how it’s sliced or even the toaster. For man cannot live by toast alone. It’s all about the butter. ♦

Read more http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2011/02/14/110214crat_atlarge_gopnik#ixzz1E818TdmC

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