Luddism is a good answer. General wariness toward gadgets too. Or innovations (T9 and similar systems spring too mind!).
As for the paper poetry, yes, I love
some paper, but a lot of paperbacks in recycled paper give me asthma (that's lovely when you have to work on them...) and it goes away when awful books are given the most charmingly perfumed paper. You learn instantly (on the spot, I swear) about dividing the two pleasures
