MaryJane, my 1974 Volkswagen Beetle, is still running, still beautiful, still anti-air conditioning, anti-power locks, anti-power windows, anti-anti-lock brakes, totally air-cooled, sputtering piece of good German machinery. I don't need an airbag. I don't need a rollover bar. I don't need cup holders, or a fancy extra outlet for my non-existent cell phone that doesn't keep me connected to the digital world. Technology is supposed to "free" us from our daily struggles, make our lives more convenient. Well, I don't think so. I think technology is just putting more chains and shackles on our limbs. What do I need a cell phone for? There are payphones everywhere. I don't need to fork out $35.00 a month for a nifty little phone that has games and a cute little 'N Sync-specialized ring and a corny message for my voice mail. I don't need a pager. Who is going to page me? God? Am I the President of Iraq? Do I NEED to be paged?