Friday, March 12, 2010

Inside the Bubble there's a Dance Party

For the past 24 hours, I've been haunted by this idea of needing to disengage. I was talking about it with a friend last night, and I think I need some woods time. Anyone who knows me I'm a tech junky. I almost constantly have my future-phone device in my hand and I fall asleep in front of my laptop more nights than not. But I'm kind of an all-or-nothing sort. I think I need to escape to the woods in Vermont and fall asleep to the sound of a light breeze for a few days.

The thing is, I'm more engaged than ever. I got these new headphones the other day. They're huge studio headphones that encapsulate your head. It's pretty common knowledge that music always sounds better through headphones, so I feel like I'm in a brand new musical landscape after having a crappy set that you had to toggle to make sure you were hearing both sides. For the last few days I've been walking around in this musical wonderland that puts a skip in my step or makes me see the blanket of ennui that is lain over the shoulders of my fellow commuters depending on what I'm listening to.


And I find myself not being able to take them off when I need to. When I do, I feel like my head starts floating away a little the way you feel after you chop off a bunch of hair. It's like a brief lightheadedness as I re-acclimate to the "real" world.

Maybe it's trite but I can't help but feeling like one of those iPod silhouettes. I just get tempted to let my booty bounce when the heavy beats drop on the subway or waiting on the elevator. That brilliant ad campaign is more telling than I think Apple intended. I think we're all becoming shadows in an otherwise bright world.

1 comment:

  1. Fine post. Great to see you blogging again. I myself purchased some Sony cans a few weeks ago that I haven't been able to remove 'cause they sound SO GOOD. I think the line between 'engagement' and 'disengagement' has become so blurred that it really doesn't matter anymore whether you're taking a hike in the Redwoods, or knee deep listening to house music in the tub. If anything, the mediated world has only added more depth, more dimension to what we consider to be spaces of engagement. I think it comes down to whether or not you feel pleased or not as a mutated, post humanistic cyborg. The moment you feel some strain, or encounter 'microboredom,' its a sign that you need a shift of venue. A little sun does wonders for the spirit though.