I guess I’m an old fashioned modernist. As you can likely tell from my photo (and it is me, not an NFT), I’ve been on the planet Earth for a while and have seen strange things like rattlesnakes and rotary phones, and have received a great deal of handwritten (or at least typewritten [remember typewriters, anybody?]) cards and letters when paper cards and letters were the principal means of communication.
Yet when the age of glorious internet fell upon us, I was there with hands outstretched to receive its glorious conveniences because I enjoyed the benefits of obtaining information for which I am a glutton without the need to walk down to the physical library on their inconvenient schedule.
And so now I am a hybrid human/electronic creature, made of flesh and IP addresses that feed me information and entertainment and my addictions and my heartshaped notices of new events and happenings while I still 100% relate to the old-school traditions of walking down to the coffee café and reading a paper note from a friend in a far land, and therefore love your idea Minna, if not in cellulose reality at least in spirit.
"Handwritten NFTs" you put that lovely as a way to connect with my generation and younger. I haven't had the experience of sending and waiting for letters via post from friends. But vague memories when younger among friends sharing hand-to-hand letters—of pages stapled together—adorned with cute, warm feelings from magazine cut-outs, stickers, and colorful ink. That quickly jumped to pen-palling on Skype. Foreshadowing... the memories made online have yet to manifest as tangible tokens in meat space to look back on. Ink is the mightier correspondence.
The Return of the Letter
I guess I’m an old fashioned modernist. As you can likely tell from my photo (and it is me, not an NFT), I’ve been on the planet Earth for a while and have seen strange things like rattlesnakes and rotary phones, and have received a great deal of handwritten (or at least typewritten [remember typewriters, anybody?]) cards and letters when paper cards and letters were the principal means of communication.
Yet when the age of glorious internet fell upon us, I was there with hands outstretched to receive its glorious conveniences because I enjoyed the benefits of obtaining information for which I am a glutton without the need to walk down to the physical library on their inconvenient schedule.
And so now I am a hybrid human/electronic creature, made of flesh and IP addresses that feed me information and entertainment and my addictions and my heartshaped notices of new events and happenings while I still 100% relate to the old-school traditions of walking down to the coffee café and reading a paper note from a friend in a far land, and therefore love your idea Minna, if not in cellulose reality at least in spirit.
"A handwritten NFT" - absolute genius explaination 🤣
What a gorgeous idea. Think you’ll love this project - https://onemillionlovelyletters.com/
Love this idea.
I'm already subscribed: where can I pay you the $10 to receive a glorious handwritten NFT?
Did this myself in the early 2000s. I didn’t like the growing ubiquity of computers. I took it further and wrote with a fountain pen, in calligraphy.
I love hand written communication!
I received my first copy of your handwritten newsletter yesterday and my daughter and I thoroughly enjoyed it! I think this is a great idea!
"Handwritten NFTs" you put that lovely as a way to connect with my generation and younger. I haven't had the experience of sending and waiting for letters via post from friends. But vague memories when younger among friends sharing hand-to-hand letters—of pages stapled together—adorned with cute, warm feelings from magazine cut-outs, stickers, and colorful ink. That quickly jumped to pen-palling on Skype. Foreshadowing... the memories made online have yet to manifest as tangible tokens in meat space to look back on. Ink is the mightier correspondence.