Raine Nordby

I have been reading an array of blogs. Many of them about the power of Internet networking. Some about our new fascination with texting, blogging and video blogging. So we have moved to more remote spaces yet we are infinently connected with Blackberrys, Bluetooth and (who doesn't love) Google. If one is extremely enviroconscious, this wireless world is heaven.

For me I like and long for the smell of paper. Just like that elusive new car smell. Good paper is hard to find these days. Good money, good contracts, good notice are elusive.

So I find myself shopping for personal notecards now. I like to go myself. I don't order online. I want to see the paper, feel it between my fingers, make sure it has a bit of weight to it. I bring home my finds and look forward to getting the cards out and writing my thoughts on them. Amazingly, the more notes I write the more I recieve. So don't worry my friends, good paper will make a come back. Just like vinyl. GenXYers hunt down that vinyl now like a rare Dahli http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2009/01/27/arts/EU-Britain-Dali-Image.php

P.S. When my son was five years old he received a lovely birthday card from Grandma and Grandpa. It was waiting for him on the kitchen table along with his breakfast.

When he opened the card there were five VERY crisp, new dollar bills. His smile shined like the cheshire cat. Carefully he laid each one in a row in front of him. He took his time, feeling each bill and looking at it. Then with relish he took each bill in his hand, put the greenback to his nose and took a big snif (like the money was a glass of wine ---- he did seem a bit drunk with his new monotary power). Then he said something I will never forget......

" Ahhhhhhh, the smell of fresh money in the morning."

True Story! --- Capitalizm is alive and kicking my friends, have no fear