I have no idea why Aldus Huxley titled his futuristic novel, Brave New World.  I feel anything but brave just thinking about tomorrow. Technology keeps tearing ahead of us while our brains scramble to cope.  I’ve barely become acquainted with the world of illusion, which includes

Over the weekend, I had to open a new web account which required my email address and a secure password. I hate thinking up passwords. I hate recording them in a notebook, which is becoming as large as the English Oxford Dictionary. And I hate having to look up a password up each time

I’ve never been comfortable with the electronic age — the effect of having been born before television.  As a consequence, I spend my days being rattled when my computer screen freezes or I get an “undeliverable” message for an email address I know is correct.  Dante had