Nothing new here.

The handwriting has been on the wall for a long time already. Eleven years ago, in a very different context (and in one of my very earliest Boidem columns), I commented:

My brother is slowly but surely making our family history digital. (I admit it, I'm doing my part in the project as well, but that's a subject for another column.) Once or twice a week I'll receive a digitized photograph or drawing, sent to me as an attached document. Slowly but surely, a family photo album/remembrance box is taking shape on my hard drive. Instead of sitting on the sofa with the kids, turning the pages of an album, they'll sit on me as we "leaf through" the family photos folder with the click of the mouse.

But when I wrote those sentences it seems that I was still trying to cling to metaphors that may no longer be relevant. After all, back then my kids weren't too heavy and they really could sit on me in front of the computer screen. Today, however, even if they could, I doubt that they'd identify doing anything in front of the computer (besides being called to take a look at something for a moment) as a familial activity.

Go to: Basically, it's a feeling, or
Go to: To hold in our hands.