Writing in my journals, usually but not limited to composition books, always had and still has a certain comfort to it. They’re tangible and can’t crash and they’re home to my thoughts. A sort of satisfaction sits with me after I’m done an entry, whether it is pages or words later. It can zap me out of some academic setting school time rut and into a trance-ish therapy. I am quite fond of pens and pretty lined paper. I have an online journal I don’t use much, so I don’t think it’s remediated anything.
Something I don’t ruminate much about is where I spend most time writing. But I text message kind of a lot. I text message without much thought, to places as varied as to Scotland or on campus. I don’t use as many abbreviations and my phone likes to spell out words for me and that is fine. But is still reminds me back to the days of AOL, say 1995, when I had AOL and not just the instant messenger. Its instantaneous short response appeal is extremely convenient. I can’t deny that I’m having many more conversations typed out a day than I’m truly aware of and it has probably remediated instant messenger for me.
So does all this beeping interrupt the scribbling? I think they coexist just fine, even in an era of an ever-expanding influx of technology.