Full disclosure: I'm one of those whiny broads who complain when someone whips out their handheld to answer, text, or find information to confirm or deny a passing snippet of conversation. I will needle the gadget freaks and their partners. What, we in the flesh aren't good enough to hold your attention? Don't contain enough sparkle or zing or flavor?
And yet, and yet...
I'm the same one who packs three or four books to filter out the noise of the mundane, or to shield myself from unwelcome feelings (boredom, irritation, etc.) If anything, a book is even more anti-social, because it creates a worm hole in an alternate universe where the company is either witty, knowledgeable and urbane, or thrilling and entertaining, or emotionally engaging. How can real life compete with that?
I dunno, but I'm working on it!
Recommended reads: Breakfast with Socrates and Hamlet's Blackberry (which has gotten a lot of attention this past month). I may even unplug my laptop, close my book, leave my phone behind, and talk to someone, face to face. I'm just having a little problem getting started.
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