With all the advanced technology facilitating communication these days, it's amazing we have any time for human contact. Telecommuting to the office, chatting into the cyber void, even virtual sex—what fresh hell of wireless gadgetry will quicken our descent into permanent anonymity? No surprise that theater has horned in on the digital action. Multimedia performance has become a computer-video zone that stretches the parameters of the playing space in ways a Luddite like me can't even dream of, never mind explain. But the same risks of alienation that attend the overused Palm Pilot accompany the... More >>>