The other day, I got a hand written note from an old friend. This
hasn't happened in a very long time. Back in the day, when I moved from
the East Coast to California, email was in its toddler-years. With my
AOL account, I was able to stay in touch with friends close to home or
across the world. Living and working in the digital world of Silicon
Valley also moved me ever further from the written note. Once a prolific
letter writer, my desire to do so quickly declined.
Usually, if I were writing a note, I'd find a way to slip in my email address or request someone else's in order to type rather than write in cursive. So, as I opened this letter, there was a flood of feelings, was it going to be good news, bad news or perhaps a request for something. Whatever the reason for the note, it seemed an auspicious occasion as it was ominous. With trepidation, I slowly read waiting to see words that spelled out a health scare, a secret unrequited love or perhaps a plea for some cash. But none of those appeared. Instead, my friend declared that he had made a New Year's resolution (unwritten and undeclared, until then) to write a hand written note to all of his friends that year. He called his move to paper and pen a desire for a simpler time. And he wanted in his very own way to deliver a punch to Facebook's digital chin.
That same day as I was still unpacking boxes from my cross-country move, I was sorting through a box of old notes and letters from the college years. Several sweet handwritten notes from a dear friend brought back a flood of memories. I think the poignant part of reading them was the act of actually holding those pieces of paper. Each had survived multiple moves and decades of time. More than that, each note still had the power of the heart-felt sentiment that it once had. I wondered whether it was the physical notepaper, the words, or the joyful heart behind the words that still resonated with me?
Today, we're in the age of quick type and send communications - 140 characters for Twitter and a bit more for texting. Add in the instantaneous feedback you receive on every status update whether Facebook, LinkedIn, or Google+ and your expressions to friends and family are all digitized. I don't mind that and I think of myself as an early technology adopter and a definite devotee of all things digital. I even sometimes prefer to IM my mother, rather than pick up the phone and call.
My friend's handwritten letter, caused me to rethink things and I decided that I would try to do the same. I would write to friends to update them on the move to New York City and my new adventures as a New New Yorker. I would also let them know what I had experienced, what I was doing and what I hoped to be doing in the near future.
But, I needed a good pen and plenty of stationery. So, I've ordered, my stationary -- online, of course. Even with my steps back into the land of cursive, I'll keep all of my digital habits including typing status updates and quick texts. However, once the stationary arrives, I plan to slow down, open a bottle of beer and hand write some friends a long over due note. I'll miss using Spell Check and Auto-Correct. Thinking about it, maybe that's the true issue at hand. Taking a pen in your hand and writing down some thoughts on a piece of paper allows you to pour a bit of yourself into those very thoughts. The extra efforts of the pen strokes require more heart and soul placed into them. Those friends receiving the penned sentiments are likely very aware of my imperfections and still remain close and they'll stay close after the note is read, even with those misspelled words and ill-formed letters.
Usually, if I were writing a note, I'd find a way to slip in my email address or request someone else's in order to type rather than write in cursive. So, as I opened this letter, there was a flood of feelings, was it going to be good news, bad news or perhaps a request for something. Whatever the reason for the note, it seemed an auspicious occasion as it was ominous. With trepidation, I slowly read waiting to see words that spelled out a health scare, a secret unrequited love or perhaps a plea for some cash. But none of those appeared. Instead, my friend declared that he had made a New Year's resolution (unwritten and undeclared, until then) to write a hand written note to all of his friends that year. He called his move to paper and pen a desire for a simpler time. And he wanted in his very own way to deliver a punch to Facebook's digital chin.
That same day as I was still unpacking boxes from my cross-country move, I was sorting through a box of old notes and letters from the college years. Several sweet handwritten notes from a dear friend brought back a flood of memories. I think the poignant part of reading them was the act of actually holding those pieces of paper. Each had survived multiple moves and decades of time. More than that, each note still had the power of the heart-felt sentiment that it once had. I wondered whether it was the physical notepaper, the words, or the joyful heart behind the words that still resonated with me?
Today, we're in the age of quick type and send communications - 140 characters for Twitter and a bit more for texting. Add in the instantaneous feedback you receive on every status update whether Facebook, LinkedIn, or Google+ and your expressions to friends and family are all digitized. I don't mind that and I think of myself as an early technology adopter and a definite devotee of all things digital. I even sometimes prefer to IM my mother, rather than pick up the phone and call.
My friend's handwritten letter, caused me to rethink things and I decided that I would try to do the same. I would write to friends to update them on the move to New York City and my new adventures as a New New Yorker. I would also let them know what I had experienced, what I was doing and what I hoped to be doing in the near future.
But, I needed a good pen and plenty of stationery. So, I've ordered, my stationary -- online, of course. Even with my steps back into the land of cursive, I'll keep all of my digital habits including typing status updates and quick texts. However, once the stationary arrives, I plan to slow down, open a bottle of beer and hand write some friends a long over due note. I'll miss using Spell Check and Auto-Correct. Thinking about it, maybe that's the true issue at hand. Taking a pen in your hand and writing down some thoughts on a piece of paper allows you to pour a bit of yourself into those very thoughts. The extra efforts of the pen strokes require more heart and soul placed into them. Those friends receiving the penned sentiments are likely very aware of my imperfections and still remain close and they'll stay close after the note is read, even with those misspelled words and ill-formed letters.
Kevin Feather