Everyone needs to be buying physical books and building a home library. Ours contains literature for all ages, beginning with nursery rhymes. It has sections on science, philosophy, religion, history, geography, cultures, languages, music, art, crafting, and even mathematics.
Almost all of these books are purchased used, dog-eared and annotated ad nauseam. Library sales, thrift sales, church sales, yard sales. Local fill-a-bag-for-five-bucks sales. And yes, online retail sales, too.
Why do we do this when we could just go digital? Physical books are less expensive when bought used. Physical books cannot be changed, manipulated, or deleted. Physical books are refreshingly analog in an excessively digital world. And yes, digital texts are convenient. We have those, too. But our house prioritizes purchasing, reading, and rescuing physical books.
Because we're building a legacy. Surrounding ourselves with brilliance and beauty. It is a gift for our children and their children... and for us, of course.
We may be the first civilization willing to destroy original books in order to teach machines what they contained. That’s a sentence future historians may struggle to explain.
I don’t want to "download the app" to pay for parking. I don’t want to "create an account" to see a menu. I don’t want to "provide feedback" on a 30-second interaction. I just want to exist in the physical world without a digital leash.
George Orwell worried that a shrinking vocabulary would eventually produce a shrinking range of thought.
It is difficult to think a nuanced thought with a blunt language.
Every once in a while you work at a company that only hires people who know what they're doing, and suddenly its 20 people doing the same work as 400 somewhere else. There's zero meetings, everyone talks once a week on slack, and you go huh, how much garbage is there actually.
The English flag has been carried into battle for 750 years. When you fly the colours of St George, you are flying the same flag. So understand what it means. It means you belong to a people who stood at Agincourt, outnumbered, exhausted ankle deep in mud yet did not blink. That flag has never needed the odds to be fair. You come from an island who faced the greatest power of the age and broke its armada. Nelson took the flag to Trafalgar, your dads, great grandfathers flew it in the face of Germany as they stood alone against an occupied Europe. 7 and a half centuries of battle honours, and now you fly it from your window. So fly it like you know what it cost, fly it for the archers, the sailors, the soldiers, for every Englishman who stood when standing was everything. The same cross, the same colours, the same England