A longing for days of paper…

Okay. I know the the issue with trees. And I am an environmentalist.

But still.

The longing for curling up under a Weeping Willow on a warm autumn day… late September in fact. Curling up on a slight incline with rustling and the sounds of nature on the lake at my feet. Curling up with a book, and treasuring every page like an afternoon sweet. Comfortable, close to the earth, content as can be… savouring the words I want to read. Curling the sentences in my mind…

As opposed to:

Staring a the screen. Listening to the hard drive churn. Staring at the screen. Hunched over trying to get comfortable. Starting at a screen. My back is starting to hurt. Staring at a screen. My wrist is sore. Staring at a screen. My eyes are itchy… STARTING AT A SCREEN. FLASH, FLASH, NEXT PAGE, NEXT SITE, MORE MORE MORE… I NEED MY DATA NIBLETS FASTER, QUICKER…

What ever happened to savouring a read in the old way?

What if you could get the writing you read in online in a magazine that you could take to the ballgame, take to the WC (as we say in Holland), take to the park and savour like only print can give?

Brogan and comments in print? Like The New Yorker. Or Atlantic Monthly? Or Harpers? Is it really possible?

Funny enough it is. http://www.magcloud.com/home

And I don’t work for them. I just like the idea. I think on-demand magazine printing is way-too-cool.