I am pissed. Actually I am beyond pissed. I am seething, raging, worried, frantic, upset, and disappointed.
It seems they are doing away with Chop Talk Magazine. Or rather they are a making it digital. For those of you that don't know Chop talk is a monthly magazine of the Atlanta Braves. I love it.
I have gotten the magazine for over fifteen years. It was a Christmas gift from my mom. I have yet to throw away a single copy. I just can't toss them out in the thrash. I love getting out old issues and flipping threw them. It is the only magazine I get or have gotten regularly.
I love getting Chop Talk in the mail. I love opening up the mail box and seeing Chipper or Heyward's or McCann's face on the front cover. I get excited the day that they send out issues and rush to check the mail every day after wards in anxious anticipation until it finally arrives. I love being able to take it with me wherever I go. I like the feel of paper and how it feels to turn the page. I like holding the magazine in my hands.
And what about those without a computer or the Internet? They still exist. Will they just be screwed? Oh well son, to bad, so sad, you gotta get with the times.
It seems more and more things are going digital these days. Newspapers, books, magazines... you name it. Not that I am saying these are a bad thing. I want a Kindle myself. It is easy and convenient. I have a choice though. I can choose to go out and buy the book or download it.
With the way things are going, in a few years, or maybe even decades, newspapers on printed paper will be a thing of the past. So will magazines and books. A relic, an antique, something your parents read.
That scares me. In fact it terrfies me. I like paper and ink and book bindings. I like pages that you can feel when you turn. I like dog earing pages and real bookmarks. I like books on bookshelves. I like spending houts browsing the shelves of a library or book store.