I've never had an online relationship, but in my uouth I corresponded with a girl in France. We were pen pals, and we wrote each other in French. The novelty of actively using French grammar and vocabulary was probably a good ice breaker, helping to get past the usual boy-girl shyness.
Now I corresond by email -- irregularly -- with old friends and some nieces and nephews in Thailand. However, I remain a stranger to the niceties of online prose. Emojis and the etiquette of caps and bold face are not part of my vocabulary, and my posts probably read more like traditional letters and prose than electrified epistolography.
For about ten years I belonged to a discussion group which utilized Latin as a medium of communication, but as time went on, the correspondence became to far removed from my beliefs and interests. I said my good-byes and made a friendly valediction.
One morning, a few years ago, I found myself receiving posts from Quora. I don't remember signing up, but I started posting. However, even those posts have gotten less frequent. Most recently I've found my way to Substack, where I am treading water thing to learn the niceties of the methods and etiquette. But I think I remain too much of a Luddite, and will probably continue as a learner, an aging neophyte, until I give up the ghost.
The pixels on the screen merge, duality enfolds as yin Yang. But when the electrons go separate ways , short circuits answer with the crashing of waves.
I've never had an online relationship, but in my uouth I corresponded with a girl in France. We were pen pals, and we wrote each other in French. The novelty of actively using French grammar and vocabulary was probably a good ice breaker, helping to get past the usual boy-girl shyness.
Now I corresond by email -- irregularly -- with old friends and some nieces and nephews in Thailand. However, I remain a stranger to the niceties of online prose. Emojis and the etiquette of caps and bold face are not part of my vocabulary, and my posts probably read more like traditional letters and prose than electrified epistolography.
For about ten years I belonged to a discussion group which utilized Latin as a medium of communication, but as time went on, the correspondence became to far removed from my beliefs and interests. I said my good-byes and made a friendly valediction.
One morning, a few years ago, I found myself receiving posts from Quora. I don't remember signing up, but I started posting. However, even those posts have gotten less frequent. Most recently I've found my way to Substack, where I am treading water thing to learn the niceties of the methods and etiquette. But I think I remain too much of a Luddite, and will probably continue as a learner, an aging neophyte, until I give up the ghost.
Hello Bob,
I’ve read your beautiful poetry and I think you should post way more! I look forward to seeing you here at Substack for a long time.
Hugs,
CJ
The pixels on the screen merge, duality enfolds as yin Yang. But when the electrons go separate ways , short circuits answer with the crashing of waves.