If you’re coming in on this rant for the first time, here’s the starting post.

Regina Lynn, writer for digital lifestyles/relationships over at Wired.com has this to say about the whole Cult of the White Wire:

…those who choose to shield themselves from strangers in public may very well be devoted to their connections in private.

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I value the e-mail I get from readers who disagree with my columns. I don’t particularly enjoy being called a slut or accused of derangement, but a well-reasoned dissent helps me develop a deeper understanding of the topic at hand. The day I refuse to read anything but my own opinion reflected back is the day I should stop writing this column.

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I would rather distance myself from the world at large in favor of connecting more closely with my loved ones. If using my iPod and ignoring street artists, rooftop gardens, mural art, European tourists and all the other wonders of urban life help me get home to my partner in a good mood, I’m going to make sure I keep the batteries charged.

Regina has said what I was trying to say about Mr Sullivan’s fear and loathing of technology, succinctly. If I miss the subtle nuances of social interaction while on public transit because I’m digitally distracted, what does it matter? I certainly won’t be trying to talk to Sharkboy while wearing my iPod or while engaging guests at a party.

And with that, I feel this futile experiment has been a waste of good ‘Pod-time and the plugs are back firmly in my ears. But, I am charging my Newton 130 right now to take notes on the subway.