Post by account_disabled on Jan 6, 2024 4:18:14 GMT
I would never have thought of writing this article if a reader hadn't asked me by email. I told him I would think about it, then I jotted down some notes and started writing. I let my fingers go on the keyboard, I freed my mind, which retraced almost my entire life. I don't know how useful this post will be, perhaps it was just an excuse to dig up the past, to talk about a part of my life, to bring it back to life, to argue against today's reality. When computers didn't exist The computer entered my house between 1995 and 1996. It was used by my sister to write her thesis. I never felt the need for it before and I can't remember now whether I was curious about it or not. But little by little I started to use it (but I remember that, before buying it, I couldn't understand the concept of a "mouse"). I don't belong to the digital generation .
When I was born, man had yet to land on the moon. As children we played with toy soldiers and cars (the girls with dolls and Barbies or with miniature kitchens), with the Fort (does anyone remember it?), at war Special Data with fake weapons. All this now belongs to the past and today's children perhaps don't even know that that past existed. From this point of view, perhaps I'm lucky, because I can get along very well without a computer, while I see sick people around, slaves to smartphones and internet connections. When the computer didn't exist, I wrote by hand . I used notebooks at first, then the printouts that my father gave me: they were printed only on one side and I could write on the back. I still have a ton of them. When the computer didn't exist, I read up on the UTET encyclopedia and I Fidici .
Sometimes in the Zingarelli dictionary. I had nothing else, there was nothing else. When computers had not yet taken over people, pen and paper were used to write . At that time, I remember, it didn't take me long to write, I had no distractions, there was only me on the table, with school or university books and pen and paper to accommodate my literary dreams. I remember those times with great nostalgia, so much so that I often want to send the digital world to hell and go back to pen and paper. To good writing without distractions, to real, lively and genuine writing, the one without Ctrl+Z to undo, the one without Ctrl+V to paste, the one that forced you to draw lines and rewrite everything. Is the computer the fastest tool for writing? For me no. The computer distracts me. There is the web on the computer, always at hand. Okay, you can turn off the connection, but who remembers to do that? I never. And then there are programs of all kinds for writing, so many that I don't even remember their names. Every now and then someone talks about it, praises its advantages, recommends its use. But I ask myself: what tools did people like Dante Alighieri and Alessandro Manzoni have to write those works that are still read today? They had paper and nib and inkwell , certainly.
When I was born, man had yet to land on the moon. As children we played with toy soldiers and cars (the girls with dolls and Barbies or with miniature kitchens), with the Fort (does anyone remember it?), at war Special Data with fake weapons. All this now belongs to the past and today's children perhaps don't even know that that past existed. From this point of view, perhaps I'm lucky, because I can get along very well without a computer, while I see sick people around, slaves to smartphones and internet connections. When the computer didn't exist, I wrote by hand . I used notebooks at first, then the printouts that my father gave me: they were printed only on one side and I could write on the back. I still have a ton of them. When the computer didn't exist, I read up on the UTET encyclopedia and I Fidici .
Sometimes in the Zingarelli dictionary. I had nothing else, there was nothing else. When computers had not yet taken over people, pen and paper were used to write . At that time, I remember, it didn't take me long to write, I had no distractions, there was only me on the table, with school or university books and pen and paper to accommodate my literary dreams. I remember those times with great nostalgia, so much so that I often want to send the digital world to hell and go back to pen and paper. To good writing without distractions, to real, lively and genuine writing, the one without Ctrl+Z to undo, the one without Ctrl+V to paste, the one that forced you to draw lines and rewrite everything. Is the computer the fastest tool for writing? For me no. The computer distracts me. There is the web on the computer, always at hand. Okay, you can turn off the connection, but who remembers to do that? I never. And then there are programs of all kinds for writing, so many that I don't even remember their names. Every now and then someone talks about it, praises its advantages, recommends its use. But I ask myself: what tools did people like Dante Alighieri and Alessandro Manzoni have to write those works that are still read today? They had paper and nib and inkwell , certainly.