I was travelling on the train the other day, (It’s too cold to ride my bicycle. Who wants to breathe icicles?) when I saw a young woman reading a book. Which was a bit of a change. They’re usually plugged into their ipods and/or smartphones. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the fact that she was reading that caught my attention, it was the tile of the book.
Every day it seems we hear of yet another profession or business or concept that has gone the way of the Dodo in the face of the internet revolution. Books, CD’s and DVD’s falling into oblivion as more and more content is available through ‘e’.
Although I do believe that there will always be a market for hard-copy technology, at least for my lifetime, because a good majority of the world’s population doesn’t have electricity, let alone the latest high-tech gadget.
So, lets get back to the title of the book.
“What your Handwriting says about You”.
In these degenerate times when cursive writing (or running writing as I was taught in primary school) is, if not a thing of the past then well on its way there, and some folk bemoan that they don’t know how to sign their names, (what will they do when their fifteen minutes of fame roll around and they have to sign autographs?) it would seem that anyone who tries to sell a book on deciphering handwriting probably should’ve picked another topic.
Perhaps something along the lines of, ‘What your texting skills say about your love-life’, or getting back to the fifteen minutes of fame theme, “How to e-sign your autographs”. And how will those denizens of the spy business, the handwriting experts, retrain themselves? Studying the thumb calluses of twenty first century field agents perhaps?
In the short time I observed the young woman and her book I came to several conclusions
1 – That she was reading a book and not wired to the ethers I took to be an encouraging sign for the continuance of our species, and my gender in particular.
2 – She appeared to be a university student and I wondered what course would require such research?
3 – I was very glad I always carry my notebook with me to write down my observations before they’ve slipped out the bottom of the filing cabinet in my head. I suppose if I had a smartphone I could’ve texted my observations to myself – but I’m a bit of a post-retro-renaissance woman and I find that completely relying on technology that doesn’t react well with water and needs batteries is just asking for trouble
And the final word from Ms Betty Davis herself – “Old age is no place for sissies”