Letters

I'm still an old-fashioned lout about some things.

Listen to this:
I, like so many, have succumbed to the technology that is Internet. Web sites offer all sorts of information and entertainment, constant updates about everything political and, if you want, personal. You've got e-mail, which is old news by now. You've got, like this here medium, blogs, in which a writer or wannabe writer can basically self-publish for the wide world to read. And then you've got the Great Satan, Facebook. I believe now its intended use is for people to become online friends so that Person A, say a girl named Chelsea, can know every detail about Person B, say a girl named Allison, while someone barely known to either of them but who is an online friend, Person C, say a dude named Bill, can also know what's going on and offer comments meant in some way to form some sort of online spark so one of the girls will realize that this dude named Bill really is a keeper.

6:13 p.m. "I wonder what Chelsea is up to," Allison thinks. "I'll log in to Facebook."

http://www.facebook.com/

6:16 Chelsea is watching Celebrity Rehab and making a cheesecake for Amy's baby shower :>

Allison thinks, "I need to respond to that."

6:19 p.m. LOL, Chels. I hate cheesecake but love Dr. Drew and those B-list celebrities. It only proves my life isn't so bad!!! :~)

6:21 (from west Texas, Bill chimes in) How can anyone hate cheesecake? You hate cheese cake but love Celebrity Rehab. You need rehab.

6:23 (back to Chelsea) I will need rehab after I eat all of this cheesecake. Or maybe I'll go on the Biggest Loser. LOL :~)!!!!!

6:26 (Allison) Well, sometimes I like cheesecake if you put cherries on top. I'll bring the cherries to Amy's shower. LOL :#)!!

Infinity!

I must admit that I subscribe to the Great Satan. An addict, I need rehab.

But here's where the old-fashioned part of me comes in:

There is something much more satisfying than communication consumed on Facebook. Letters. What you do is sit down at your favorite desk and pick up a pen or pencil and write down your thoughts to a friend.

Let me tell you, there's not many feelings (well, some) that are better than when you open up your mailbox and find a letter.

This is why I have been working a plan this year: 52 weeks, 52 letters.

I leave you with this: a challenge to take part. Take back thoughtful communication! Start a letter-writing revolution! Write to me and I'll write back. All four of you who read this blog. Send me your address and I'll write you a letter or a postcard.

This is the end of my rant for now. To see it in its entirety, go to my Facebook page.