It is amazing to step back and do things an old way for change, isin't it?
When I took my cross country motorcycle ride in 2000 I wanted to keep a journal of my trip, so I had my old beat up dented Cross pen from 1963, and a composition book in a zip lock bag. Every night after making camp I sat up in my tent and wrote up my day's experiances by the light of a minimag in a headband holder. Imagine, once upon a time people wrote long letters to far off family and friends.
Since starting this experiment, I have become a bit more cycnical about the over abundance of our consumer society. I also have done away with my e-mail, and have wrote a few letters to some far off friends explaining that. To my surprise I got letters back. One friend razed me for my actions making him sit down and write, two other friends thought it a great idea and said it made them think more about what they said. Now we are writing back and forth, talking about how some of the civil war soldiers whose letters and journals were used by Ken Burns were so much more literate than now-a-days young people. I think slowing down and writing a letter makes one use their mind more. Maybe pen and paper lend themselves more to creative thoughts than electonic stuff. Victor Hugo, Alexander Dumas, and Mark Twain must have taken time over the written word.
An ink pen is like a well patina'd pocket knife, it still has a place in the world.
As a person in the education field, I can attest to the negative effect that electronic media is having on literacy (and clear thinking). I see it in penmanship as well as in clarity of expression and depth of thought; young people just don't read or write print material much anymore. Word processing and text messaging may be labor-saving devices, but they are also shortcuts to thinking. In the 1970's, the average vocabulary of a high school senior was about 30,000 words. Now it's about 10,000.
I too keep trip journals of my motorcycle trips. At the campsite in the evening, I like to record my impressions in a Moleskine with a fountain pen, illminated by a Maglite in a headstrap, and lubricated with two fingers of Johnny Walker. I paste in photos later at home. It's fun to look back at these journals, especially in the winter!