Thursday, September 11, 2008

Type Away

I was going through some old letters today and wondered how I ever found the time to write in neat handwriting. Better yet, find a ballpoint pen that actually works. And it got me wondering, that blogging in the fifties – aside from technological advances – would simply be reduced to diary writings or dissertations. I was never one for diaries and Chechnya could have not been written without the use of the Internet. And who really wants to write a handwritten diary page about the immortality of the walnut?

A friend of mine told me this morning that I should refrain from being personal in my blog writing. Better yet, not write at all. At least in such a public manner. But he failed to see that what motivates me is not the pleasure of being read, but rather the energy of writing itself. Good or bad. Real or make believe. Everyone has a story to tell. Every thing is a story in itself.

Lousy or brilliantly, we who do not consider ourselves writers feel the need to type away our wonderings, feelings, idiocies or just plain random events that shape our lives. To be able to blog it and make it your own, is just the brilliancy of living in the times that we do. Even if no one turns the pages to read. So to my fellow bloggers who pour out the interesting ideas that I read during my morning coffees: type away. May we never succumb to the privations of living in the fifties (except maybe for typewriters).-

6 comments:

Miss Alice said...

Priceless!!!!!!! quiero montar esa foto en mi Blog somewhere...

Grape... parece una housewife de las que salía en los comerciales de Mesas de Planchar, o vajilla fina.

Maracucho... debió nacer en esa época.

Mari... JJAJAJAJAJAJA el pelo es increíble.

Strazz... demasiado feliz esa foto.

Rollins... not so round anymore. Creo que prefiero la versión actual y todo.

Igor... we're buying you those glasses as soon as we can. And... you're getting that haircut.

Toto.... HAIR! Y la foto parece de vdd y todo....

Cesar... too funny to even describe it.

Nina said...

Jajajaja Toto. Te amo "más mal" que antes. No puedo con esto, me moría por tener una foto así. GRACIAS! Jajajaja. Las coomputadoras deberían sonar como las máquinas de escribir.

Manuel Andrés Casas said...

jajajajjaajajaa, siempre he sido fan de los 50s.

Pero el mensaje es total y completamente acertado. Y al que no le gusta que no clickee

Carlitos Huerta said...

jajajajajajaj esta bueno esto. es cierto en los 50s la gente tenia sus diarios y seguro eran mucho mas personales. la mala seda era si los conseguia otra persona.

saludos!

Rol said...

Esa foto makes me wonder if i should ever go on a diet...

Igor Zurimendi said...

Extraordinario el montaje toto, yo ni sé montar imágenes.

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