A pitfall of the Modern Age...

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Some solace must have been taken in older days, when you felt the hard wood of the quill in your hands, while blots of ink taint your hands and shirt cuffs. There is some solid and tangible notion towards the words that your hands have just written, that soon other eyes will most likely read.

The light from monitors and the soft taps upon plastic keys give no assurance of their existence. There is little to no security of thought when writing upon plastic and reading from lights.

To see the page tainted for ever from your work, from what is brought forward from your mind. It may fade away with age and decay – but so too will the ideas it expresses. It can be set alight, to burn in the violence and anger of thoughts themselves.


Just a thought.
 
I know it's not exactly what you're talking about, but high up on my list of "Things I will buy when I can afford to buy stuff just for shits and giggles" is a typewriter.
 
I'd say its the same, in a sense - to both feel the typewriter hit the page and then having to force the slide across after each line. It puts some physical motion into writing.
 
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a typerwriter is to pen and ink what the computer is to the typewriter


why not a chisel and a slab of granite? personally I prefer using the collar bone from a caribou and pigments made from ground calcite and charcoal
 
I don't get it. Both methods of writing result in physical manifestations of your words, you use light to make both visible, you use your hands to make the letters, both mediums will decay over time and can be destroyed.

You're just being a silly man.
 
I don't get it. Both methods of writing result in physical manifestations of your words, you use light to make both visible, you use your hands to make the letters, both mediums will decay over time and can be destroyed.

You're just being a silly man.

Trudat, enough of this emo/indie talk. Enjoy living in your cave, I rather like it in the 21st century.
 
The day I can jot down 110 words per minute with a calligraphy pen and send it off instantly across the world or anywhere I want, is the day I will pick up a calligraphy pen.


Speaking of Calligraphy, I really wish I knew how to do it. I have a calligraphy book of all kinds of examples my grandfather on my mothers side did. They are all beautiful works of art.

It's amazing how sexy Calligraphy can be.


EDIT: It's called 365 days with the Broad Pen.


EDIT: Here's some examples.

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Marco stands for Marvin Coleman.
 
Lazy SOB, back in the day it was all about carving images into cave walls. The spinters and blood on your hands, sweat pouring down your eyes, scraping away... slowly a line appears, back and forth, back and forth.

*You're allowed to enjoy whatever you like, however I find anti-tech people to be silly.
Some solace must have been taken in older days, when you felt the hard wood of the quill in your hands, while blots of ink taint your hands and shirt cuffs. There is some solid and tangible notion towards the words that your hands have just written, that soon other eyes will most likely read.

The light from monitors and the soft taps upon plastic keys give no assurance of their existence. There is little to no security of thought when writing upon plastic and reading from lights.

To see the page tainted for ever from your work, from what is brought forward from your mind. It may fade away with age and decay – but so too will the ideas it expresses. It can be set alight, to burn in the violence and anger of thoughts themselves.


Just a thought.
 
Some solace must have been taken in older days, when you felt the hard wood of the quill in your hands, while blots of ink taint your hands and shirt cuffs. There is some solid and tangible notion towards the words that your hands have just written, that soon other eyes will most likely read.

The light from monitors and the soft taps upon plastic keys give no assurance of their existence. There is little to no security of thought when writing upon plastic and reading from lights.

To see the page tainted for ever from your work, from what is brought forward from your mind. It may fade away with age and decay – but so too will the ideas it expresses. It can be set alight, to burn in the violence and anger of thoughts themselves.


Just a thought.
Titty poopoo caca.

Dicks dicks dicks dicks dicks dicks dicks.
 
itt: pretending the past was better when it really wasn't
 
itt: pretending the past was better when it really wasn't
Really? I used to write with a fountain pen as a kid, it was way more satisfying than typing on a keyboard with such girly tactile feedback. You also had to put more thought into your sentences and paragraphs since there was no backspace and no Ctrl-X Ctrl-V
 
I'm not saying that tech is bad, just that when I'm writing creative pieces - using a pen feels more natural.
 
Squatting over a hole also feels more natural, doesn't mean it's better.
 
Really? I used to write with a fountain pen as a kid, it was way more satisfying than typing on a keyboard with such girly tactile feedback. You also had to put more thought into your sentences and paragraphs since there was no backspace and no Ctrl-X Ctrl-V

Wait, that's the good part?

Just don't use those keys, bro. Now you are back to the future.
 
I remember in the 2 years of school leading up to high school (whatever you call that there) when we were finally allowed to use pens to write stuff. ****ING PENS, BRO. HARDCORE. Except we had this dumb way of correcting mistakes that was meant to look tidy but really didn't. We'd surround the mistake in parenthesis and then cross it out several times. Like, what the hell? Heard of white-out, teachers?
 
Some solace must have been taken in older days, when you felt the hard wood of the quill in your hands, while blots of ink taint your hands and shirt cuffs. There is some solid and tangible notion towards the words that your hands have just written, that soon other eyes will most likely read.

The light from monitors and the soft taps upon plastic keys give no assurance of their existence. There is little to no security of thought when writing upon plastic and reading from lights.

To see the page tainted for ever from your work, from what is brought forward from your mind. It may fade away with age and decay – but so too will the ideas it expresses. It can be set alight, to burn in the violence and anger of thoughts themselves.


Just a thought.

Yeah...

Wait, what?

[Edit] Ahhhh pencil/pen vs keyboard.

Personally I flick a finger to the pen world. You will forever be the second reason for my wrist strains.
 
I remember in the 2 years of school leading up to high school (whatever you call that there) when we were finally allowed to use pens to write stuff. ****ING PENS, BRO. HARDCORE.

Huh? "Allowed" to use pens? What the heck is up with that? I've only used pens all throughout primary school, and high-school. Resorting to a ballpoint pen only as a backup.

Personally I flick a finger to the pen world. You will forever be the second reason for my wrist strains.

My thoughts exactly.
 
The day I can jot down 110 words per minute with a calligraphy pen and send it off instantly across the world or anywhere I want, is the day I will pick up a calligraphy pen.


Speaking of Calligraphy, I really wish I knew how to do it. I have a calligraphy book of all kinds of examples my grandfather on my mothers side did. They are all beautiful works of art.

It's amazing how sexy Calligraphy can be.

I took a summer calligraphy class once. Unfortunately, I'm pretty bad at keeping anything aligned and my normal handwriting sucks, but it was still fun.

Community centers and/or colleges typically offer random classes like that to the public (sometimes they are free or cheap at the community centers).


Anyways, sometimes I find it easier to write essays with pen & paper first rather than typing it. Don't know why.
 
I like keyboards. I can type like 85 words per minute, but I write at about 35 (I would guess) words per minute legibly. Then my hand hurts and I have to rest a minute!

I don't know, I've always hated writing. When I started learning to type, I was like, oh **** yearr.

Plus, typos and erasing always pisses me off. It leaves that nasty black mark with little bits of rubber shit everywhere. But I just want to start on a new sheet of paper. Well, maybe it was just a shit pencil.

I messed with Caligraphy in High School. I just thought it looked cool. A couple of my buds paid me to write the letters to their girlfriends. Basically, I just picked my favorite font and did it by the book. Didn't take long to learn most of the alphabet, and it comes with a chart.
 
I also have a habit of writing in captials whenever I write these days. If there is one thing I cant stand, its people with shite hand writing. You know who you are.

I want to read words, not squiggly lines. There are some people out there, especially left-handers, that just have like a squggle or a wave, and thats supposed to be an 'en' or 'er' at the end of the word.

I just hand it back to people when I cant read their writing and ask them to type it up. Its rude maybe, but ***k it, its not my problem that my 7 year-old nephew writes neater than you do.

My geography teacher at school noticed during my A-levels I was doing homework, essays and exams in capital writing. She pulled me aside one day and said I had to stop doing it because it was slower to write in capitals than normal, which made me burst out laughing in my head as I know for a fact I can write just as fast as everyone else.

And the amount of people that say I have readable writing just adds to the fact that I will probably forever write in capitals.

Writing normally just feels wrong now.
 
What about speech recognition? Would you consider that any more meaningful than physically typing?

IMO the good old days were overrated.
 
I have to say I agree, but my ability to write is horribly ruined by the fact that when I learned I somehow got started forming my letters from the bottom, and have gradually grown into having a very slow, neat handwriting. So, when I write by hand, I can only really do it for about 20 minutes before my cramping hand or very slow progress makes me switch to typing. Enjoyable while it lasts.

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On the subject of 'the good old days', I don't think the OP really is good old days person, he just happens to have this one taste for writing by hand (but then again, I've only read the OP). I'd also like to point out that the backlash against good old day dwellers is almost as silly and senseless and the good old day dwellers themselves.

Squatting over a hole also feels more natural, doesn't mean it's better.

Deliberately misinterpreting things doesn't really make you cool.
 
hand rendered is much more fun than computer generated type, but then that's me being an elitist illustrator going against graphic designers for no real apparent raisin
 
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