Hi, I’m Frosty Snowbright. I’m a fictional blogger and car life afficionado.
I specialise in fresh ideas in the time of now – which I call the Now Next.
We live in strange times.
You have caught me in a moment of serious change. A slowing down and an embracing of the tangible and actual, the pen and paper and the hand thrown clay pot. Unfortunately, life has veered virtual and it has become vaporous and unsteady. We carry glassy lit devices that access music and moving pictures video of our lives reflected back. It starts to become a wild lack, an empty collection of images.
I will need to use a computer to assemble this work in the end. It’s how things are packaged in the current now. Pen on paper feels nice for the writing process. It’s messier but so relaxing with no bright glassy screen. We feel as though computers have been with us forever but in actuality it has only been within my own lifetime. Once, people still sent letters and posted them par avion to England or Ireland or France. Or anywhere else.
The current now feels apocalyptic. It feels as though things are pushed too far to the unsteady and the pretend.
It is hard to give it aside, to not be reliant on the space age convenience of the ready entertainments and access to your financial information right there on your device. I feel panicky to suggest I might not have access to it.
There were days when we did not have the kind of ready availability of facts and non facts, gossip and reporting and stories of deliberate entertainment value. Not long ago, facts were found in books and in encyclopaedias (also books) that took up an entire shelf arranged A – Z.
I can feel that we need to go back to this slower pace. The glassy available world is damaging us. There is more input than our bodies and minds can handle and were designed to process.
It’s illustrative of the benefit of slowing down to write in my own handwriting that I am working with my mind in a leisured, normal pace and actually getting through to a place of genuine contemplation and thought.
I stop to note that I would like to subscribe to Prime Video on next payday to watch the series about Zelda Fitzgerald. I’m addicted still to the ready stories and depictions.
When I think of typing this into the computer I am saddened. It will lose the coolness and the fresh tranquil feeling of writing in pen. It feels like a letter written to a friend.
Putting the screens away is a process because we are all so intertwined with the technology today. I feel that same gentle coolness as I add books to my library list online. They are real books to be collected at the local library. It is an extreme deviation to sit quietly with a book for a half an hour.
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