As a beneficiary of this wild technological age
we live in, and also a person with a lit degree,
I frequently wonder where this ride is taking
us. We know so much about past generations
because we have their books, letters and journals.
Today I was mentioning that my family has hardly
printed a photo since we switched to digital
cameras. Letters are all on email. How will
the next generation know who we are?
Happy News
Skype drawing
Black marker on bond
8 x 10 inches
Barbara Muir © 2010
The drawing tonight is of my sweet Steven.
I am thinking about love tonight, because we went
out to dinner with friends and had a wonderful time.
Now when people talk in restaurants and can't
remember a fact, out come the Blackberries, and
iPhones, and the fact is either confirmed or disputed.
I am certainly a fan of that immediacy -- it lets me
hear from and get in touch with you instantly almost
wherever you are in the world.
From time to time though I think it would be good to rewind,
to look up facts in books -- things of beauty in their
own right, and to send and receive love letters. Our
current pace makes sitting down and writing someone
a tall order, but what a treat to get a loving, thoughtful
letter in the mail. And despite the ease of carrying
thousands of books on a small device, there is nothing
like the heft and feel of a real book. Okay that's
my next assignment. I'm going to go and write a
letter on paper and pop it in the mail, then I'll come
back and sink into a real book.
Have a writing-a-great-letter-and-sending-it day.
