Because a great many TurfNet villagers have never seen "Techno-Phobia", we gave a wad of money to a techno-shaman to resurrect a dead hard drive containing the film.  Dating back to 2006, Techno-Phobia is a collection of harsh predictions for the golf industry that have since come true.

We re-released it for several reasons, the first being our reply to golf industry writers--with no experience as superintendents--who doggedly preach the glorious future of tech while simultaneously attempting to shame those few who are rightfully suspicious of unproven tech rushed to market.  In this same category we find untested medicines, like the one that saw a company pay a $3 billion dollar fine for obvious fraud, or the constant barrage of clearly altered charts and graphs intended to stir up the next generation.

Yes, we are on the Rockbottum CC soapbox.   Why?  Because of stories like the smart-house owner locked out of his house, his appliances and his AC because someone claimed his doorbell offended them.  Or the recent trend to make everything better by putting the aforementioned "everything" on your phone, even your time-clock punch.  Some smooth-talking software pusher hereabouts has been selling a whole new payroll system that only uses your smart phone, as long as you allow the app to vacuum all the other activity on your little hand computer.  Did I mention you have to allow them to "Geo-Fence" you?

We are descending into some kind of mass psychosis madness and everyone can feel it.  Screen addiction, twisted advertising, social engineering and more EMF gadgets dogpiling on us until we surrender to the tech-lords of semiconductor land.  We're only a few months from wearing internet glasses, so we can have a screen barking at us for 18 hours a day.

The more complex the system, the more apt it is to fail..." ~ Robert Vacca

Want to cure this horror?  Get out of the office, leave the phone behind, go outside and walk, play non-digital golf, ride a bike, bust firewood — or accept your destiny as a semiconductor zombie. Yes, I stared at a screen for 30 hours to make this film, but somebody has to do it.)