Some might see elements of my last blog as being a decrying of all innovations electronic. But that’s just not so. And I am about to tell you why.
There was once a time when I was an inveterate letter writer. I liked to keep in touch with friends and family and I tried to make my missives witty, droll, informative and chatty. But, of course, the snail-mail letter to and from friends and lovers has long since gone away.
By the way, I gave very good ‘love/lust letters’ and I kind of miss waiting for scented epistles from somebody about whom one held salacious and wanton thoughts. No way to perfume an email message, damn it. I know there are folks that are averse to scent for reasons both legitimate, due to allergies, and spurious just to be a pain-in-the-ass to others who might make different choices, but if a letter wafted with a nice scent then it was a kind of bonus.
But, there were regular letters. Chatty letters. Informative letters and I used to love the wit and wisdom of certain of my friends and if I saw a certain return address on an envelope I knew I was in for a good, thoughtful, sometimes bawdy and ofttimes hilarious read.
I still have certain letters that were keepers: love letters going right back to high school days, friendly letters, letters from relatives long since parted from this earthly sphere.
I have a very cherished slightly distant cousin in England whom I’ve known since she was in her teens and I wasn’t all that much older. She and I have corresponded for literally decades and prior to that I used to write back and forth with her mum who was one of the more charming women I have known and had a voice and accent just like the Queen’s. I miss her to this day. But Angie, her younger daughter – and all of Angie’s family, husband, kids, sister and now grandkids are, I consider very much part of my life.
And, when Angie and I wrote, our letters were inspired but were a long time in-between. Though, they were unscented for obvious reasons. I liked writing to her and she liked writing to me, I presume.
But, then came the wide-world of connectedness and Angie and I are connected via email, Facebook and so forth and it’s a sheer delight to me to hear from her regularly and to send messages off to her and family. I love it.
So, in that context, bravo this Brave New World. Parts of it I truly like.