Those aren’t books. A book has got to smell. You have to hold it in your hand and pray to it. – Ray Bradbury
Thursday Staff Meeting – I’m A One Book Kind Of Man
Weekend Reading – More Than Just Words
Midweek Staff Meeting – Unplanned Obsolescence
I certainly hope not!I Am Killing The Art Of Writing Letters
Of course, I am writing this from that quintessentially sloppy and temporary platform, the blog, but I agree with this man that the death of longform letter writing is a tragedy.
A while back, I was trying to write letters on my old-fashioned, manual typewriter (though that mournful essaying speaks of writing longhand).
But did I stick with it? No, I did not. I have hardly typed in a month. When I do, it is to get a better view of some poems I might be working on. Which is why I’m not using this post to pretend I will take an instrument that is mightier than the sword and swat the armies of ignorance. I will keep as I am and mourn uselessly for what has been lost.
Origin Of Amazon
But Epstein could not fathom that the appeal of holding a physical book in one’s hand would ever diminish. Instead, he dreamed of
machines that would print on demand, drawing upon a virtual library of digitized books and delivering physical copies in, say, Kinkos all across the country. The bookstores that might survive in this scenario would be essentially stocking examination copies of a representative selection of titles, which could be individually printed while customers lingered at coffee bars awaiting the arrival of their order. Ultimately, Epstein would devote himself to this vision.
Has he definitely failed yet?
the coffee philosopher 