There has been much lament that the art of letter-writing has died, which is not really true. We are probably writing more letters to one another now than ever before. Although they are brief, with much shorthand used, they are still–in a way, letters. But they are not handwritten. In the course of a year, I now receive only a half-dozen pieces of handwritten correspondence. (For those of you who no longer remember what handwritten means, it means written by a human, with a writing implement, in their own individual unique handwriting.) Look at your mail. You’ll see that hardly anyone physically writes anything anymore. Soon the pen aisle at Staples will contain only those with built-in USB drives. A few birthday cards, a holiday card, an invitation or two, but even those are usually done by robot to look like expensive calligraphy. Most package labels are printed on computers, as are address labels. Sorry, but Comic Sans is not handwriting. Continue
Month: June 2010
Statute of Limitations
As I continue to un-paper my life, there are a few things I am holding on to
without hesitation. My little box of informals is one. I know that in many instances e-thanks are perfectly acceptable, but when I have something to say thank you for,
it goes on an elegant folding note with my name on the front. It has to be short and sweet; a few lines are all that fit. I have a guilty conscience and some baggage about this, so each note I write brings me symbolically that much closer to redemption. Continue