The gentleman sitting across the aisle from me represents what I am loathe to become. The cell phone in the holster on his belt, Bluetooth earpiece attached to his head leaving him free to fill out some sort of official-looking pink piece of administrative paperwork, his laptop a convenient table to be deployed for use during his commute. He is plugged in, always connected.
And now, a drink of bottled water, his laptop opened and turned on. He is connected, in touch, communicating with other humans sitting in front of other computer screens, desktops, laptops, BlackBerrys. [more here]Railing against the average: notes from a soul-sucking commute (3)
This is great reading for anyone who has commuted via public transportation or been in a crowd and looked around to wonder at the sanity and humanity of fellow travelers before concluding: we're all screwed. This is the 3rd installment by David A. Brensilver.
