Been thinking about buying some sort of Kindle, iPad, etc, something to use to read books.
I've resisted. I have romantic fantasies of how a book feels and smells. I like a book with a little meat on its spine.
I imagine when paper was first invented, people said, "No, I'm going to keep using rocks. That paper is flimsy. Put something on rocks, it's going to last."
The Bible relates that Moses came up with the ten commandents. They were on stone, making you wonder. If God is powerful, wouldn't he have come up with paper or computers and bypassed all of this.
I've witnessed this refusal to adapt in other realms. For instance, when CDs came out, people said, "No, I'm not going to give up my vinyl. CDs don't sound as warm. They sound too technically perfect, too mechanical. Besides, do you see how expensive those machines are? They cost almost a thousand dollars."[i]
Funny that I don't know anyone that said that about giving up 8 track tapes. I enjoyed the 8 tracks. Liked how they just looped around and around as we drove around and around and around or smoked and sat around and around. I can't say how many times I heard ZZ Top Tres Amigos, Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon, or Deep Purple, Made In Tokyo. They just kept going around. I can name the songs on those albums from one note, while asleep.[ii]
I’m sure people said the same about automobiles. Give up their horse and buggy for that foul smelling, noisy contraption called an automobile?
Actually, I have friends who take this stance with beer. I often rave about an infused Imperial Porter. “That’s not beer,” they tell me. “It’s polluted with foreign essences of chocolate and vanilla.”
Think of all the other things that have come along and found mass acceptance. Take microwave ovens. My mother and father in law were slow to buy a microwave – in fact, my wife and I bought them their first one as a gift. It’s still rarely used.
Likewise, we bought them a VCR – VHS, thank you, not that lesser offering, BetaMax. That was another item that sat on top of the television for two decades, with little use. A big Magnavox machine with a faux wood grain cabinet, it weighed about two hundred pounds and dwarfed their RCA console TV. That TV is still in use, by the way, decades later. Bigger screens? Flat screens? Unnecessary.
Then – and here it is – cameras have changed so much during my life. My grandfather used a Polaroid camera to capture holiday and birthday moments. He would pull the photo out and strip off the film and we’d all watch in awe as images develop. Later, I received an Instamatic Camera! Oh, man, was that awesome. Eventually I moved up to 35 millimeter. Wow. Now photographs – are they still called that? – are taken on phones.
Fashion changes on every odd calendar day.[iii] My mother swore she would never wear bellbottoms and she never did. We children bought and wore various sorts of bellbottoms and flairs before reverting to straight legs and boot cuts.
Just out of curiosity, does anyone remember ‘The Uncola’ or did I imagine that? What of ‘Where’s the beef?’ How about those catchy jingles – “Fly the friendly skies…of United!” What of those television shows theme songs – “Now sit right down and you’ll hear a tale, the tale of a fateful trip, it started from this tropic port aboard this mighty ship.” Or what of, “Green acres is the place to be. Farm living is the life for me. Land spreading out so far and why, keep Manhatten, just give me that countryside.”
Anyone remember these or did I dream them?[iv]
[i] My first CD player cost $400 in 1984. Played one CD. The last player that I bought, back in 1989, has space for 200 CDs and cost $200.
[ii] That’s a cultural reference to a television show called Name That Tune.
[iii] Clearly many people are unware that fashion changes that much. Or maybe they don’t care. I happen to learn about this fact by walking in on an In meeting. They figured no one would ever believe me so they let me go. Some days, I feel like George Constanza in a meat packing plant.
[iv] Just asked the barrista if she knew of Gilligan’s Island. No. Green Acres? Yes. “Love means never having to say you’re saying?” Yes – but she’d never heard of Love Story.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com