Listening to: Wyclef Jean
Reading: Things written on paper
Writing About: Intentionality, Slowing Down, Nostalgia, Cassette Tapes
Let me acknowledge my bias
I am not one of those guys who thinks the past is always better than the present.
I once wrote about that idea
Quick summary: the future is scary and unpredictable.
The past only seems better because it is sealed, and we edit out the bad bits.
So I am not that guy. But I am a late adopter.
I move along, slowly and skeptically.
I am still a little salty about getting a smart-phone, but I’ve had one for a year.
So you can understand why I believe there is some inherent value in things time has left behind.
The natural progression of all things new and cool
Everything Old is New Again
Examine the evidence:
When I was in 7th grade (1993) I wore a Jim Morrison shirt to school every 3 days.
I suppose kids now wear Kurt Cobain or Bradley Nowell,
their kids will wear Amy Winehouse or DJ somebody.
When I was in college it was cool to collect vinyl…as the iPod was being introduced.
(also, by those standards, I was cool)
Now the worst format in music history is making a comeback; cassette tapes. No Joke!
This article challenges you to tell the difference between a 1920s criminal
and a modern male model.
I don’t want to brag, but I got a 7/8.
hint: it’s the quality of the photograph, not the fashion sense of the man that gives it away.
Also, I’m sure you’ve seen this sort of thing:
you get the point right?
I believe the appeal to all of this is bigger than nostalgia.
The ridiculous inefficiency of a straight razor shave and mustache waxing.
Holding 60 minutes of music encased in plastic, then finding a place and time to play it.
I am sure we have all recognized that E-Books will never dethrone paper.
Early adopters must always be exhausted.
Faster, Newer, More Information, More connection.
I’ll be dead before you can send me a work email on my phone.
Mark My Digital Words. It ain’t gonna happen.
A friend recently wrote me a letter.
He put pen to paper, you can see the indentions where he applied pressure.
That took effort.
It was not an email.
It was not a text.
“black water on dead wood”, sent across the country in cars.
I keep my email inbox at Zero New Messages.
I have never returned to a text message in my life.
But that letter has been on my desk for 6 weeks.