The Joy of Ear Plugs
I’m an occasional ear plug wearer. On planes and in hotel rooms, I use them to shut out unwanted background noise. I also kind of like the weird, suppressed sense of being in my own little world.
So, too, does Thomas Beller, who wrote this paean to the lowly ear plug on Slate:
I moved through the streets as though in a dream, but, as with a dream, somehow more attentive and aware than usual. Up to that point the purpose of earplugs was to keep things out. Now I perceived a new dimension to earplugsāto keep things in.
What things? Thoughts, I guess. Ideas. Equilibrium. Concentrating was easier, and I began to leave the earplugs in to write. Errands in the city, or when I had to take the subway, were much more pleasant at a slight sonic remove.
I don’t think I’ve ever worn ear plugs in public. That seems a tad bizarre, doesn’t it? Here’s another Slate article–more of a product review–on ear plugs. Personally, I favour the cheap foam ones.
I meant to add…as soon as I started reading this piece, I thought of one of my favourite novels, Nicholson Baker’s The Mezzanine. I was pleased to see that Beller cited it in his article.
