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October 22, 2008
It sits and hums all day long. A dull monotone that is barely audible. The hum tells me that all is well; information, entertainment, communication and shopping are all available to me at the touch of finger. I hear it here at home and at work. I hear it at motels and in meetings. Sometimes the source of it is turned off. That creates a quiet that is a distracting void; I know something is amiss and canít immediately identify exactly what it is. Iíve grown so used to it I muse about the integration of it into my life.