Got an amusing email from a pal this morning.
“So and so isn’t super computer savvy want to give her a telephone call?”
I did. Late in the day. Left a message. She called back. We talked. On the telephone. It was wonderful!
Throughout our conversation she gleefully squealed out how absolutely inept she is on the computer and if someone really wants to talk to her they can pick up the phone and call.
Our culture is skewed towards text messaging and emails. Even invitations. No more hand written expressions of delight.
But the words on the screen don’t express the tone in your voice. They don’t give time for you to supply a reaction. Or an air for laughter. Or a breath for silence. Where’s the spirit in a typed out memo?
Like S.T. said.
“The computer is dead.”