i’ve been warned of the addicting effects of the media and have watched many roommates and friends fall into the trap of internet and 24-induced comas, resurfacing from their electronic caves only for cheese-itz and the occasional visiting teaching appointment. understandably, this has both saddened me and made me grateful for my own “above the influence” personality. or so i thought. after casually keeping track of my media habits for five days (i'm all about experiments this semester), i've decided i do have my own brand of addiction, in an area that seems to escape the definition of typical media addiction and, luckily, doesn’t face the same stigma. after listening to...
