The little cabin where I've escaped prides itself on lack of connectivity. There's even a cellphone lockbox where you put away the pesky item while you roast marshmallows over the fire and look at the stars.
Alas, though I am not addicted to the internet in general, I have become pretty attached to writing this blog, so I have circumvented the cabin's best intentions and have gone online anyway — but gone online only to extol the pleasures of being away from things, out of the loop, disconnected.
It's ironic ... but true!