As I try to sit through my genetics lecture, I can’t help but be disturbed by the intrusive, computerized versions of Britney Spears’ “Toxic” or Ludacris’ “Move Bitch.” I think you know what I’m trying to get at: whether it’s at the library, mid-lecture or while writing a mid-term, you can’t help but be drawn to the persistent, catchy, alarming tunes that spew forth from any number of cell phones throughout each day.Continue...