Greetings. I suppose it had to happen. My public admission that I have become not only my parents but the grandparents I never knew. (“would they be proud of me? whatever”). Yes, I know I have claimed to have ceased watching the news and/or news programs but not in the absolute, never, I swear upon my all of my dead relatives’ grave, sort of way. So that is why, today, this stupidist of days, Black Friday, I just viewed the Buzz people listing the top toy gifts for boys and girls. AAGH! I hate the apple people. I hate’em. Tell me what is wrong with actual crayons? Have I missed the news broadcast in which it was revealed by undercover journalists that Crayola has been using carcinogenic properties in the making of their crayons?! Whaat? It is stupid and sad and totally stupid (“I said that already?”) There is this new thing called the I Marker that is used on an I Pad (“yes, I know it’s spelled with a small i. again. whatever”). You “color” with the marker on the screen. Tell me, someone, how this can be fun. Is it not enough that kids nowadays can use a Crayola gizmo and melt down their old crayons, or new ones for that matter, to create their own special colors? Or use crayons that will glow in the dark? Never had those when I was a kid. How cool is that? So here’s my favorite (not): the Cars app for the I Pad in which you have an actual little car that you, (get this), race around on a track on the stupid I Pad? Um, you all know what’s wrong with that picture. If you click on this vid here [you tube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXV-yaFmQNk] you will see our future, well actually, you see present day. Pity the child who does not know, will not know the magic of a book. Not the words in the book, but the holding of an actual book with a binding, with pages that have texture, that if you are lucky have a smell of history and nostalgia. Alex over at Extreme Writing feels the same as does Molly of Seven Ravens fame. We had a brief discussion a coupla Saturdays ago on The Wakefield Doctrine Saturday night drive call-in show about the demise of the artifact known as a book.
Think I will start buying books again. Think I will start frequenting the used book stores again. Who remembers the wonder of being able to stop time by simply walking through the doors of a Barnes and Noble or if you are lucky a store of the magnitude that is the Harvard Coop in Cambridge, MA? (“Is it still called that?”) Books. Magazines. Prints. Music. Art and art and art and history and life and all that is magical……magic. I still believe…..