A Soliloquy on Paper with a little substance dispersed throughout.

Video killed the radio star. And now the internet is coming after the newspapers.
Technology is changing everything. And that’s wonderful, but for someone who loves words, pens, paper, ink, typography, punctuation and the like, it’s scary that people are beginning to prefer things tht they can look at with their eyes alone instead of things they can also touch with their hands.
Call me crazy, call me prudish, call me whatever, but I like books. I hate internet classes, sometimes I lose my phone on purpose, and I will always prefer getting a letter to getting a text.
Now here’s where it gets sticky: I think the things people are doing and creating with technology and new standards are amazing! Like this guy here: . He’s written a book full of stories that are 240 characters or fewer; and they’re good stories! Then there’s books like “6 word memoirs” which contains people saying some things that are far more impressive with a mere 6 words than other memoirs I’ve read containing 200+ pages. One of my favorite tweople I follow is “veryshortstory” and again, a meager amount of words used for maximum effect. Good things are happening.
And that’s what scares me. Deep down I want them all to fail. For people to say, I’d rather buy the book because I like the way it smells and flippping the pages makes me happy. I want authors to understand that Dickens and Twain really were genius for publishing their stories serially. I want to be Victorian I guess.

“Ocean of Notions”.

I’ve never read Haroun and the Sea of Stories, but I really loved the quote from it that they used for this “treehouse”. I think the sentiment is one of the most beautiful I’ve heard in a while.

“He looked into the water and saw that it was made up of a thousand thousand thousand and one different currents, each one a different colour, weaving in and out of one another like a liquid tapestry of breathtaking complexity; and Iff explained that these were Streams of Story, that each coloured strand represented and contained a single tale.” -Salman Rushdie, 1991


par the course, i’ve changed the theme of my blog in an attempt to inspire myself to be consistent again. i’m not sad, and i won’t apologize because try as any of us might, inconsistency is life. and i’ve been living life, so this sadly updated catalogue of it is only a reminder that i have to stay vigilant about being consistent.

enough words. enjoy the layout, loves. oh, and the consistency to come.