tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post1566987650316655035..comments2024-03-25T15:07:41.959+00:00Comments on Nigeness: An Old FriendNigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13314891387515045404noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-88232124868778229382008-07-29T11:49:00.000+01:002008-07-29T11:49:00.000+01:00It seems that the art of letter writing is age dep...It seems that the art of letter writing is age dependent, people of my generation still indulge themselves, Frau Malty and three of her cousins, who are spread all over the place ( geographically speaking, of course) still regularly communicate by letter as well as t'internet. There is something very tactile and permanent about pen on paper, seeing a persons handwriting can conjure up pictures of them in a way that an email can't.maltyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02936465848907794425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-7650563803471195532008-07-29T04:55:00.000+01:002008-07-29T04:55:00.000+01:00I've been collecting old postcards for years (my s...I've been collecting old postcards for years (my specialties are hotels, main street scenes, anything strange, amusement parks, beach scenes). The messages penned on them are a big part of the pleasure. But perhaps they also say that most people have never been letter writers -- more likely to jot down a quick "wish you were here" and slap on a stamp ... I look forward to an annual letter I receive from a former work colleague, and I presume she anticipates mine in return sinmce she keeps writing once a year. We never email, though we could, and we don't phone. The relationship literally lives in that single yearly exchange -- that's its shape, the words we write down by hand, the script. I find that I choose my words carefully -- and yet, the message flows smoothly ... I carry on an almost daily email exchange with my friend Floyd Skloot. We send each other our work in progress and trade news on our various doings. It's a rich correspondence. I've never felt that technology is the culprit -- though it may be guilty of testing our limits to favor our intelligence over our ignorance in light of its facility to abet both.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-63925693714917191452008-07-28T20:36:00.000+01:002008-07-28T20:36:00.000+01:00Nige, that struck a real chord with me. I was only...Nige, that struck a real chord with me. I was only thinking last night about writing a letter. I want to contact the son of one of our greatest actors, now no longer with us, and I thought, I think I'll write him a letter. It's somehow so much more personal...and appropriate.Richard Havershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15309594787689405779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-64990205699457707372008-07-28T19:14:00.000+01:002008-07-28T19:14:00.000+01:00I've been spending the last few weeks sorting out ...I've been spending the last few weeks sorting out a box of letters that had been sitting in my cupboard for 20 years. what a treasure trove! Letters from friends and relatives, and some I'd written myself to my husband that I'd kept. All of them giving an extraordinarily vivid picture of life in the 1970s. I feel very sad that my children will have nothing like this, as all their communication is done by text, email and Facebook. What a loss to cultural life.PatPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13143953355937225849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-41940481246980906282008-07-28T18:56:00.000+01:002008-07-28T18:56:00.000+01:00Nige, you can expect my comment tomorrow. I've jus...Nige, you can expect my comment tomorrow. I've just finished writing it, addressed to NigeCorp, signed in blood, written on parchment and sealed with the Madeley crest in wax. <BR/><BR/>Judy's now hobbling to the postbox to post it.Uncle Dick Madeleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01124053234469634414noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-82515446935161050362008-07-28T15:23:00.000+01:002008-07-28T15:23:00.000+01:00I love handwritten letters. I'm going to write one...I love handwritten letters. I'm going to write one today, in fact, and it's also going to include some drawings I've done.<BR/><BR/>More power to you -- and your friend -- Nige.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2526736757651414061.post-18891111606296508072008-07-28T11:05:00.000+01:002008-07-28T11:05:00.000+01:00Well, here’s a case of cause and effect that conf...Well, here’s a case of cause and effect that confirms my own ideas about the internet and human consequences. <BR/><BR/>Obviously, Nige, you’re haunted by apprehensions about what a technology in possession of billions of human minds can do to our civilisation when an entire generation of young people not only can't read or write properly, but are developing repetitive brain injury in their frontal lobes while the great mother, Google, is driving them into madness. <BR/><BR/>How do we extend levels of consciousness by opening gates at the extremity of a great hallway ...when those gates will only open in silence?<BR/><BR/>DreamySelena Dreamyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11629908887644614404noreply@blogger.com