Scientists have learned that most persons who answer e-mails while sitting in meetings don’t really absorb what happened at those meetings.
In other words, persons proud of multitasking may not be very good at it.
What I worry about, though, are the younger generations who aren’t truly experiencing life.
They are looking at photos of mountains on their laptops instead of actually climbing one.
They are obsessed with the game FarmVille instead of planting and harvesting fresh produce they can savor.
They have online friends with whom they share intimate details.
People they have never met face to face.
When I am telling you a secret, I want to be looking into your eyes for some kind of reaction. Anger. Sympathy. Laughter.
I want to hear your voice, not read typed words that have no inflection.
I know I’m old-fashioned, but I question how close these cyber relationships are.
If my car broke down in the middle of the night and I was stranded on a highway’s shoulder, would one of my virtual friends come to my rescue?