The Irony of Silence

The irony was unmistakable. Maureen Dowd appeared in the Twitter stream last night with a link. I thought, like Paul Krugman, she was posting a blog. In fact, it was her entire column, pre-pressrun for the next day’s edition.
Well, that was neat. The column, titled “Silence is Golden,” was good and quite a nice distraction from economy, black walnut 9-9-9s (what would Pokemon do?), and exploding Iranian solid fuel missiles.
Here’s the irony. The column was generally about our culture evolving into one filled with sound, primarily through gadgets and mobile devices. Made me think of the paucity of unadulterated night skies. Anyway, here’s Maureen Dowd writing that “The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.”
Twitter certainly doesn’t make noise. But you can’t have social media or software without computers. I sometimes bump my tunes while computing. But more times I endure, “I dare you to scream the ‘F’ word as loud as you can!” or “Here, I brought you this pickle, it smells like onions.”
There is no silence where there are children.

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