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Attentions and Intentions

Picked up the blog again temporarily while I have some extra time on my hands with the intent to hopefully write something that people will actually want to read.

Apparently, a good way for an author to develop interest and desire from a reader is to ask the reader some provocative questions with the goal of keeping them entertained.

So, how's your day going? How's your family? Pets doing well? Additionally, the stuff I actually care about, do people still read things on their laptops? Do people still read on their desktops?

Or is everything you read now exclusively available on a 5 to 8 inch plus fibreglass-esque rectangle most likely located in your front pocket? Do people even read at all, whether it be for their own pain or pleasure?

Because I'm aware that you're just dying to know, my personal preference is to have a cellphone that's smaller in stature so that it fits more properly into my clothing. Strangely, my favourite object to read is also the absolute nearest one that's always in my pocket. The one connected to the world wide web, and the one most commonly found on my person. Ironically there's also a high probability that the device in conversation is still being paid for via some automatic and practically compulsory monthly charge from the local cellphone provider.

Now my question of the day is which reading-method better captures your attention? Reading from a somewhat smaller cellphone screen that has a shape somewhat similar to the conformity of a traditional book, or one that more closely represents wherever the hell it is that you keep a physical keyboard these days?

Is the popular opinion that a more upright, electronical screen helps the reader's intention to retain the information being viewed, or is the freedom to sit in almost any position with your screen handheld more important?

As a writer, who at the very least would like to feign the intention of capturing the attention of my reader for the absolute, bare minimum amount of time it takes for both of their eyes to pass across the words written, the method in which this singular and peculiar circumstance occurs is incredibly important to me.

Studies have shown that reading from actual paper books leads to better retention. Staying on that brainwave, another predominately assumed fact is that the repetition of either manually handwriting text, or typing out what is being read, will aid in the ability to recall that information later.

Don't strife, I'm not going to make you print this out just to read it, and as incredibly honoured as I would be, I'm not going to try to get you to write out a copy of this just for your own personal notes (although there is a test next Tuesday).

You see I've always loved the expression "you could be anywhere in the world, and you're here with me".

To reiterate that statement in this author's humble but modern, current, and rambling voice; you may be deciphering this stream of thoughts on a variety of different mediums such as a smartphone, phablet, smartwatch, tablet, netbook, notebook, laptop, desktop, smart fridge, coffee maker screen, or even read aloud to you word-by-word by a plethora of different voices such as Siri, Alexa, Google Assistant, Bixby, or Cortana. That is if any or all of those people are still alive at the time this is being read.

You could also be viewing any genre or variety of programming from absolutely any conceivable location on this planet, in whichever sort of media consumption method best suits today's feel, regardless of timezone. Another option would be to just stare at a livestream of a telescope pointing at Mars or somewhere else in this galaxy, although after some amount of time I'm quite certain that would begin to seem like watching the highway traffic cams of the universe.

At any point the gratitude felt by this blogger is only magnified by the multitude of the options that are available to his audience.

I also regret to inform you that for however long it took for your gaze to reach this point, whatever length of time that is, you are never getting it back. You've been duped into considering the opinions of a fool and a sap when you could have been doing any number of things far more gratifying then appeasing my thirst for attention.

Or in other words, made you look.



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