Mar. 17, 2006
Boy meets girl. How does this mating ritual begin. How do we communicate our burning desires in a way that makes any sense. Can we just chase the girls around the playground and kick sand at them? Can the look across the room be enough? Where are the hidden hands in a crowded room? What are the tools of this trade…
It is so simple with the connectivity of the world these days. Internet sites linking Budapest to Brooklyn. Love for sale? Or just looking for a little time to ramble some thoughts? How simple the line are made.
Take a step back. I can remember when the internet age was still just an infant. Where getting a phone number was still a challenge (not to say it still isn’t). But that was all there was. The call. No time to proof read e-mails. No instant two word messages and blog sites with fake photoshopped photos. All they could do is listen to the nervousness of your voice.
Take a step back. Pony express some might call it. The letter was a formidable creation at one time. A love note. An invitation to the imagination. Bedtime stories to dream away… and still, you had to wait days to hear anything back. Where romance was true as the pen and paper it was forged.
Take a step back… Maybe there is no where to go. I would say lets just get the big ol club out and take the girl back to the cave, but that would just be too easy. There are novelties to the world that make things better and yet the essence of the cause may be lost. There are things that we see daily that dont have the same effect as days before. The pen is still here but takes a big back seat to the keyboard… at least the finger still do the same...