I guess you could call me a conscientious consumer. My office at home has at least one of every single essential, nonessential and downright silly electronic gadget you can think of. Never one to let money burn a hole in my pocket, I've managed somehow— through the artful combination of satellite television, fast Internet connections flashing stock quotes and news, three e-mail addresses and a killer sound system accessing the biggest MP3 collection around—to convert what was supposed to be a sanctuary of contemplation and concentration into an opportunity for perpetual distraction.
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