For an interesting article that might make you groan, shiver in fear, or just plain shudder, check out www.moleskine.com/. You won't have a problem figuring out which one I am referring to. Okay, if you're like me, you might. I like the site, and try to read everything in one session, so take a gander at this: Hymn to Handwriting. First the post office, now handwriting?
I have at least one shelf devoted to my filled Moleskines. Don't get your panties in a bunch just yet. Yes, this is about letter-writing. To me, it is, anyway. You see, when I write in my journals, I am writing to someone. For real. I often start an entry with, Dear ______. Sometimes it's God, my guardian angel, someone I am having a conversation with and need to get things off my check, or I write to myself. So, in essence, I really am writing a letter. A never-ending letter, so to speak.
Wouldn't it be novel to start a Moleskine with an open letter and mail it on? To a pen pal? Then they would do the same until it's full? If this happened for real, I have a grand idea about where it should be sent after it finds its way back to me.
IF I thought someone would sign on, the topic will be "Why Handwriting is NOT in Danger." I'd begin with something along these lines:
Hey, how are you todayy? Hope you're well and getting some great mail. I am still a little behind in answering mine, but the end is always in sight. Elusive, but in sight. I was at the post office again yesterday. The clerk and I chatted for a bit. She thanked me for being a regular customer. Said they appreciate my efforts. I had to smile. I seriously doubt their facility will close. It's too busy. It's raggedy, but does brisk business.
Anyway, I was just sitting here thinking, after reading about the hymn to handwriting. I came across it on my regular visit to www.moleskine.com. I couldn't help but shake my head after. Seriously? First mail, now handwriting? What do "they" think is gonna happen when the power fails . . . Permanently?
Oh, shucks. Gotta go. It's time to go pick up Nephew. More later.
Love and hugs,