I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a phone addict. I think back to how my parents interacted with us as kids and I realize that they, as a cohort, never had something as distracting and potentially damaging in their hands as an cellphone… ever. Maybe booze, but that’s a different post. I hung out with a bunch of phone bloggers yesterday and at one point we all had iPhones out at a table, all checking stuff. When I’m with the kids I check email all the time, so much so that my son

Samedi, une femme s'est retrouvée plongée dans le coma après avoir été agressée pour une simple histoire de ticket de métro. Elle est restée allongée 30 secondes avant que les passants ne...