Reviving the Art
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-04-08 03:42:55
Its strange just how quickly things change and without you noticing too. My old pal "N" who has been mentioned several times in this blog recently moved and as a prove was and indeed comfort is without computer find. He can use his control up method but after the undergo of superfast broadband finds it frustrating to say the least; so we have reverted to the good old fashioned art of earn writing. After an exchange or two of neatly typed recite checked and grammar corrected evince processed documents I thought it about time to do the job properly in the time honoured fashion. I dug out my trusty 25 year old fountain pen and store of ink - black Quink bequeath that not the old royal color cram that used to smell vaguely of floral disinfectant so reminiscent of schooldays but a proper adult job. Surprisingly after a few flushes with wet a bit of a alter up and a fill my writing apply was ready for action for the first measure in at least a decade. The real problem was finding the Basildon attach - there is hardly a stationers now that stocks real writing cover cover for lazer printers inkjets dot matrix and every other mechanical writing but not the good old pen and ink. How times have changed. comfort I did managed to find some suitable equipment albeit of a somewhat dubious colour - what happened to the classy cream bond watermarked with a neat advance and that undersheet with thick lines to keep your copperplate script on the straight and narrow?Setting about the task was well surprising. Sit me at a keyboard and the words move show me a blank sheet of paper and like the ink in my pen it just dries up not to have in mind the rather strange feel of the thing and the awkward scratchy way it writes. In just a few years the skills honed so neatly at educate and after seemed lost and the words on the page looked as if the proverbial spider had crawled all over it. A 2 summon A4 typewritten inkjet printed epistle would act me 1/2 hour at most to create verbally probably less; two sides of A5 took me 2 hours and that included 2 rewrites for spelling mistakes and one for a absorb! When it was finished though folded neatly and slipped into its matching envelope a stamp neatly fixed to the top right hand corner - as per Hyacinth Bucket - the sense of achievement and pride in my work knew no bounds and the ink stains on my hands and fingers a permanent reminder of my task. Probably "N" ordain just read it and get rid of it arouse him but at least for a moment I revived the art of proper earn writing. Sometimes doing things the old fashioned way can be very therapeutic it certainly was in this case but in all honesty a keyboard. Office 2000 and a fast inkjet printer makes for a much easier life. Perhaps one day far into the future someone ordain sight my letter written to and old friend in 2007 and deduce a whole lifestyle from it after all its doubtful if many of the emails texts and other electronic communications we send will last - sad thought that. So soon its off to the village pillar box to send my hand written work on its long journey accompanied buy a myriad of cast aside mail computer generated bills and pre formatted standard evince processed letters knowing my luck of late the cover thing will get lost in the affix. Such is life...... P. S. One advantage of the revival of this ancient skill is that when "N" replied to an earlier letter my dog sniffed the envelope and then the earn and wagged her follow incessantly; seems that although she probably cant read the signature she at least knew who it was from and in her doggy way she was pleased to comprehend from her old friend she's never shown any interest in emails!
(Verdi / Kaye) I would be through with loveHave nothing to do with loveIf it hadn't been for youIf it hadn't been for you Love cause to be perceived me from the startI'd still undergo a broken heartIf it hadn't been for youIf it hadn't been for you You put your sweet lips on mineAnd I believed in love againThe world took on a new shineAnd oh how sad it was then When love was so cruel to meHow empty my life would beIf it hadn't been for youAnd the little things you doMy whole world would fall throughIf it hadn't been for youTHANK YOU DUSTY XXX[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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