ink is the blood of civilizations... paper is the flesh.
there is something incredible about the written word. in general it is captivating and romantic and well... everything i love. but specifically, i'm starting to think that there is something incredible about newspapers. i think they're making a comeback. that is, a comeback in the hearts of those that appreciate the little things... the soulfull things. and maybe you can't feel it yet, but you will. trust me. the newspaper has a history of being associated with all things noir... detectives hiding behind them in dingy coffee shops, newsboys (with those oh so hip hats) standing on corners yelling out the headlines, or even couples coming out of theatres having to use them as makeshift umbrellas.... but, more recently... i think they've gained a new image. our fast-paced lives and crazy technohabits have pretty much made the newspaper passe. hell, with up to the minute news on the web and on tv, you could even say that the newspaper is unneccessary. gasp. yet, it is at this point that they become amazing. when it becomes something that us romantics can reclaim. newspapers then become charming. think about it... someone who chooses to read the newspaper... chooses to be that little bit out of touch with what is going on RIGHT this second... someone whose fingers are slightly stained by the ink... its getting me hot just thinking about it.

the newspaper as a medium... is vintage.

maybe i'm crazy... but newspapers are it. pick one up. feel the ink... feel the flesh... touch the words... and feel cooler, more romantic, and just plain hotter than all those people logging on to cnn.com.