Adam Blatner

I’ve just written birthday cards to friends and relatives and I realized that these may be among the last few score or hundred that I ever write. If you’re not in email contact with my descendants, you’re “out of it,” literally. Postal mail, greeting cards, are going the way of penguins and parrots. It may take a few generations, but they’re toast.

The world is changing and the changing process is speeding up. I have been privileged to be in the transition generation. Letter-writing, card-writing? Obsolete! I can barely see it, but it’s already happening. If my personal outreach to you has been lacking, sorry. People are forgetting my anniversaries of events, birthdays, whatever, and I’ve been forgetting theirs. It used to be more of a “thing” but has become less so.

I’m aware that I’m living near the beginning of the email age, and those without access to email, or knowledge how to use it, are obsolete—if human beings can be said to be obsolete. Well, let’s get on with it then!

Dear Friends and Acquaintances,
    Welcome to the Email Age. You have email and a capacity to peer into people’s blogs, so that’s something. Others without that know-how to communicate with you lose out. Alas, but that’s the way it goes.
     You are welcome to correspond with me… or not. My life is winding up and you may never hear from me again. Soon I will go through my many thousands of contacts and begin weeding out. Those who are slightly intrigued can look me up and read my blog. They can say, “I looked you up on your blog. We haven’t corresponded in, like, forever…”  and say what they want to say, and I may follow up. Or maybe not.

I’m winding down and wrapping up—it’ll take me months, years, to do this. Meanwhile, I’m de-cathecting, I’m withdrawing my emotional investment in one thing after another. I don’t care that much about a whole raft of things, and I care little about some, although I do care very much again about another whole raft. Haha.

Well, more anon. If you read this and are motivated to contact me, do so. If not, alas, but then again, no sweat. Goodbye.