I Am Analog
The other night I had a meeting for one of the projects I’m working on. I was the only one who didn’t have a laptop. I felt very analog with my books, sketchbook, scraps of paper, and pen. I’m glad I left my rotary phone and sundial at home or I would have felt really out of place. Next time, I’m bringing my typewriter. That way at least I won’t be the only one without a keyboard.
My lo-fi ways did come in handy: They couldn’t find an email on their fancy mobile computing devices and I came to the rescue with an analog version replete with doodles and coffee stains.
I’d tell you more, but I have to go. I just received a telegram saying that one of those new talkies is playing tonight. I’m going to ride my horse over to the living room and check it out. Then, I’m going to sit in the parlor and relax while listening to wax cylinders.