tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693471143220681808.post3259807025602173581..comments2023-12-18T07:59:16.525-05:00Comments on Hats and Rabbits: Losing TouchChris Matarazzohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693471143220681808.post-75853966540494017262011-11-11T11:55:04.693-05:002011-11-11T11:55:04.693-05:00Papi -- I thank you.
George -- Ah, but your ances...Papi -- I thank you.<br /><br />George -- Ah, but your ancestral fourteen-year-old counterpart would have had toughened feet as a result of his closeness with the Earth. Perhpas he wouldn't have fallen victim to the thorn, as a result.<br /><br />I hope you're right, Jeff.Chris Matarazzohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17885109959459471509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693471143220681808.post-16926321313448319852011-11-10T02:00:37.309-05:002011-11-10T02:00:37.309-05:00The funny thing is, touch and texture (and even re...The funny thing is, touch and texture (and even reading quietly to oneself) are, in the grand scheme of things, recent innovations in the reception of stories. For much of human history, people simply sat and listened.<br /><br />That said, I suspect the future will not be bereft of natural forms, tactile sensations, or calloused surfaces. There's always cultural pushback; even in the iPhone era, people are gardening and knitting, buying and selling handmade goods on Etsy, and so forth, just as industrialization prompted, among other things, the Arts and Crafts movement. As a species, we're drawn to clean lines and smooth edges, but I think we always fall back into dirt and uncertainty and things that feel rough in our hands.Jeffhttp://www.quidplura.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693471143220681808.post-12575282511526123602011-11-09T21:24:02.184-05:002011-11-09T21:24:02.184-05:00"Our toes once spent their days in the cool d..."Our toes once spent their days in the cool dirt and they used adjust and grasp at roots and at changes in the terrain as we walked. Before long, we put leather between us and the ground."<br /><br />Indeed, and between us and the snow, us and the rocks, us and the hookworms. At about 14, walking barefoot in the side yard, I got a thorn in the foot; a bit stayed behind for a physician to remove the next week. I'd have happily enough spared my moment of Earthen intimacy then.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14819154529261482038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693471143220681808.post-38914381241079990222011-11-09T10:36:28.680-05:002011-11-09T10:36:28.680-05:00awesome
--Papiawesome<br /><br />--PapiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com