Perhaps I’m a tad nostalgic. New technology. Immediacy, vis-à-vis yearning. Simpler times when waiting for letters was normal, before dropped calls entered our angst, our lexicon.
Longing. Simpler times. Before hand-held devices took over – hammers to screwdrivers, carving knives to pens, vegetable peelers, to rolling pins, can openers, sauté pans etc. – everything replaced, exceeded or obsoleted. Along came power tools, microwaves, blenders. Used to have B&W TV. Moved along. Electronic every-things. Phones called ‘my brick’ replaced by new-age tools, shrunken faster devices, integral self-extensions, expressions, Buck Rogers watches, micro-devices inside bodies …
Selfies, keypads, keyboards. A long way from that pen and paper age.
Not long ago, hand-held became profound and powerful.
How about this new idea. It’s primitive. Low-tech.
Simplest, purest connectivity tool ever devised.
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 1C/34F, clear, chilly breeze – golf course closed yesterday (picked up my clubs .. sob/sigh …), lawns and yards being made ready for winter, for Halloween, preparation for parkas and mittens; Gusta sniffing under wind-gathered leaf bunches in hopes of finding something tasty – I yearn for hot coffee, newspapers, and someone to share it with.
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