random, useless, and totally uncited "facts"...
I recently read, somewhere, that 22 percent the American population are offline. I think it also implied that these 22 percent of a large population were going to remain that way, by choice. It also acknowledged that people who resist the lures of the Internet do so, typically because they cannot be bothered to learn how to use it.
Not surprisingly, many of these people also fell into the 'mature' age category.
It's strange. So much of my life is spent online. The internet is one of my primary tools at work, and in leisure, I can be found spending hours reading, writing, and randomly surfing my time away. In another unrelated article that I read, it stated that objects like typewriters and vinyl will never really die out. There are the hardened owners that covet these so-called outdated things, which also include Atari and Commodore lovers, 8 track tapes, Beta videocassettes and those big-ass record-like discs made for movie viewing.
It is the love for things that are considered dead, that keeps it all going.
I was given a notebook today. It is a very old Grand & Toy Glare book, especially designed to be easy on the eyes. Its pages are yellowing, and it is so old, yet in such good condition, that it seems spanking new.
I don't know what the hell to do with it.
I am of the keyboarding/computer age. (Not typewriters, although there is something pleasing about returning the carriage by hand after the ding of a bell.) My stories are writing on a computer, saved by floppies, and soon to be discs. I carry around odd scraps of paper when I leave the home, but if I've written something neato, it usually gets rewritten online, backed up, and a hard copy printed.
I like poetry though, and a poem written by pen on paper just looks and feels better to me. There's something about the promise of a fresh and clean notework that offers a multitude of options...