It was before I found myself reading various predictions about the next Phillies closer, a piece on why Hooter's could flop in Germany, speculation about whether A.D. Amorosi is really a vampire, something both funny and smart about Bob Woodward, and something both depressing and smart about the man who would sell Knight Ridder.
It was before 18 tricks to teach my body, checking out the origin of this New Zealand men's room picture (above), finding a cheat sheet to help avoid voice message purgatory, and reading more about the
rocket scientistdevoted son who dumped his mother's ashes on the Eagles's 30-yard-line.
Ah, yes. It was going to finish this post on how The Internet Will Make You Stupid. Jeanne at Body & Soul was reacting to a LA Times opinion piece that blames the Web for killing literacy and teaching bad research habits.Jeanne has a different take. She actually likes the crab-like sideways excursions. But:
I find that the more I read online, the less I read off. I don't think it's even a matter of using up my reading time. It actually destroys brain cells or something, because if I've been doing too much online reading, I lose the patience for following a sustained or subtle argument, or reading a complex novel. One of my reasons for frequent blogging disappearances is recovery: I need to get away from the fast and facile and let my brain heal. It actually feels like recovering a bit of humanity that I forgot I had.