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My net connection has becme whimsical offlate, so don b surprised by bursts of posts on the blog.
This hols are givin me lots o time to unmess n also to read... so I hav been reading a lot these days. Not ma conventional reads, I jus end up readin netin that I can lay my eyes on.

In the TOI edition of satday 21
st june. I came across this article by andrew sullivan... about how technology changes the way we think. He shared an incident about Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Nietzsche useda typewriter. Many of those terse aphorisms and impenetrable reveries were banged out on an 1882 Maling Hansen Writing Ball. And a friend of his at the time noticed a change in the German Philospohers style as soon as he moved from longhand to type.Perhaps you will through this instrument even take to a a new idiom. The friend wrote. Nietzsche replied: You are right. Our writing equipment takes part in the forming of our thoughts.

For more read have we all surrendered to the internet?

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