A few years ago, working at one of those high-tech, low-mirth jobs where everyone smokes and drinks to excess to keep themselves from killing the boss and ending up in the slammer, a co-worker accused me of being a Luddite. I said, "Oh, yeah?," looked up the word "Luddite," and said, "Hey, thanks!" In the name of Ned Ludd, 18th-century instigator of organized violence against labor-saving automatons, I plead guilty: Whenever I see a computer... More >>>