i remember in fourth grade passing notes back and forth in classroom.
usually dumb stuff about how gail borden's hair smelled good and that i would marry her if i had to but in general i'd rather farm ants.
let's face it, the messages were not nearly worth the risk of exposure, which occurred more often than not.
but come on, i was ten years old, it was limited to the boredom of writing a book report for a book i did not read, it only required a pencil and scrap of paper, and it was edible in the event of a significant security breech.
i never would have guessed that some fifty years later, adults, some of them even desiring to lead us, would pay hundreds of dollars for devices that would let them essentially pass fourth grade notes, all the time, and without any way to eat the evidence.
it makes me nervous to think that as a result of our shrinking attention span, which is now measured in less than 140 characters, conversation may be deader sooner than hugh hefner.
that may make hugh smile, but that's not good for what we need right about now.
conversation that is, not hugh frownin', although the latter wouldn't be so bad either, you know, learning that hugh's take on life wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
i'm just sayin'.
it's not like i wish the man poorly.