Well, I am writing this on my laptop. And I occasionally share a Spotify playlist on social media. And I have a handful of weekly e-newsletters that I read every week. But more and more, I take comfort living in a "material" world.

I love my vinyl records and my weekend jaunts to the local used record store. (And interacting with others of like mind. Imagine that… interacting with people. In person!) I’ve also been reading more. Actual books, that is. And buying way too many. But there is something to looking at those piles stacked around the rooms of my house. All that knowledge and history and art right there at my fingertips. And recently I picked up a magazine, a physical, paper magazine, and have occasionally again started sitting with a newspaper in the mornings. There’s something about spreading it out on a table with a nice cup of coffee. Oh, the solitude…

When I listen to a record, I listen from start to finish. In the order that the tracks were sequenced. (Which is purposeful. A lot of time and effort went into that sequencing.) I love holding the album cover. I love the artwork and looking over the liner notes and photos. (Although, I do have "hair

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