Tom Watson, IBM CEO of long ago, predicted at most 6 computers would be bought.
And, in 1995, Newsweek stepped forward to declare the internet “nothing but a bunch of hype”.
Oops.
Excerpted from Newsweek: The Internet? Bah!, Feb 26, 1995
Hype alert: Why cyberspace isn’t, and will never be, nirvana
After two decades online, I’m perplexed. It’s not that I haven’t had a gas of a good time on the Internet. I’ve met great people and even caught a hacker or two.
But today, I’m uneasy about this most trendy and oversold community – the internet.
Visionaries see a future of telecommuting workers, interactive libraries and multimedia classrooms. They speak of electronic town meetings and virtual communities.
Baloney. Do our computer pundits lack all common sense?
The truth in no online database will replace your daily newspaper, no CD-ROM can take the place of a competent teacher and no computer network will change the way government works.
How about electronic publishing? Try reading a book on a computer. At best, it’s an unpleasant chore: the myopic glow of a clunky computer replaces the friendly pages of a book. And you can’t tote that laptop to the beach.
Yet Nicholas Negroponte, director of the MIT Media Lab, predicts that we’ll soon buy books and newspapers straight over the Intenet.
Uh, sure.
The Internet is one big ocean of unedited data, without any pretense of completeness.
Lacking editors, reviewers or critics, the Internet has become a wasteland of unfiltered data.
Then there are those pushing computers into schools.
We’re told that multimedia will make schoolwork easy and fun. Students will happily learn from animated characters while taught by expertly tailored software. Who needs teachers when you’ve got computer-aided education?
Bah.
Can you recall even one educational filmstrip of decades past? I’ll bet you remember the two or three great teachers who made a difference in your life.
Then there’s cyberbusiness.
We’re promised instant catalog shopping — just point and click for great deals. We’ll order airline tickets over the network, make restaurant reservations and negotiate sales contracts. Stores will become obselete.
So how come my local mall does more business in an afternoon than the entire Internet handles in a month?
Even if there were a trustworthy way to send money over the Internet — which there isn’t — the network is missing a most essential ingredient of capitalism: salespeople.
What’s missing from this electronic wonderland?
Human contact.
Discount the fawning techno-burble about virtual communities.
Computers and networks isolate us from one another.
A network chat line is a limp substitute for meeting friends over coffee.
A poor substitute it is, this virtual reality where frustration is legion and where — in the holy names of Education and Progress — important aspects of human interactions are relentlessly devalued.
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