Everyone that knows me well knows I scoff at the printed word. I've never read a single book in its entirety, and I can't remember the last time I even picked one up. In that vein, I avoid newspapers, magazines, and academic journals as if my life depends on it--in many ways, it does.
That's why I support the internet and all of its many doings. Just last week, the Vanderbilt Hustler ran a review of Leaving Tennessee.
And just today, my favorite alt-country music criticettes (The Hardcore Troubadours) posted yet another review of Leaving Tennessee! Through the magic of the "internet," you can simply click on THIS LINK and be magically transported to their page of musical wonderment. This review also includes another link. If you "right click" this link and "save to your computer," you can get four songs that I did for their Podcast back in August. It's all very self-referential in a user-friendly way. No paper, no ink. Just Milam-Goodness.
Suck on that, Gutenberg!
7 comments:
While I must respectfully respect your politically correct expression of thought, one must notice that you are in fact creating "the written word." Whether or not one choses to sit uncomfortably, Mr.Milam, in an office chair to read a book online, or by a new Sony hand held booker, or by turning a paper page is simply immaterial - to avoid reading a book is a tragedy and a loss to only to you - the rest of us wouldn't brag about it!
Oh Brandi,
I survived nine years of lower schooling, four years of secondary education, and four years of top-notch collegiate book-learning without EVER READING A BOOK. Truth. Also, I never learned to write, type, or recognize Arabic letters, so I'm actually dictating this to a trained monkey right now.
And that IS something to brag about.
I read Brandi's comment thrice and couldn't decide if she has no sense of humor or an extraordinary sense of humor. Hmmm.....
Chris has inspired me to burn all of my printed possessions.
Jayster! Sure, you got 1) gorgeous girls, 2) unearthly weather, 3) fame, celebrity, and glamour. But we got that fall air...
From the land with four seasons,
Your cousin
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