There are many people in the world who like to say that blogging is dead, that print is dead, that books are dead, that newspapers are dead. I beg to differ. [now isn’t that classic essay starting. wowee. been years.]
I believe that the more traditional media of blogs (web logs), books, newspapers and other printed media, hold their place in the world. While the newer medias of digital print, digital text, online sites, tablet computers, short messaging services, micro-blogging services like Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, are gaining popularity, they are serving a different kind of need; while the world adapts to new services and desires, the old still cater very well to those who can sit still to spare a moment to appreciate a longer piece of finely crafted piece of literature, wrought with stringent research, detailed analysis and garnished with flourishes of vocabulary. The well-developed mind is trained to imagine, to possess, to decipher, to encapsulate, to wrap itself around a vision, an expression of a thought or dream so detailed and realistic. It is akin to the movie Inception where the young girl, the so-called Architect, is able to build, with her mind, entire worlds and mazes or sheer complexity and realism. How big a world can you hold in your mind? How real are the blades of grass and texture of the doorknob? It could take us a thousand words to describe a picture, a million to describe a thought, an eternity to express my feelings for you. I believe that life isn’t just about doing things; it is as much about stopping, freezing, taking a snapshot, reflecting over it, mulling over the sweetness and bitterness, laughing at a joke, smiling at silliness. The other day back I read a piece lamenting the degradation of language and culture amongst candidates graduating from NYU and other comparable institutions. The author observed increased use of fluffy unaffirmative language peppered with the phrases, “like…” and “you know…”; the inability to conduct oneself, orate, and write formally. We have shifted more and more towards short easily-gotten ephemeral gains. Text pieces like this languish behind the flood of Facebook posts and Twitter tweets. Kindles and tablets may spell the end of printed materials, but it is the loss of words, ideas, expression, language, life and experience that is more regrettable.
There is no equivalent sms-speak for the words lamentable and regrettable – they have not reached there yet.