Presidents and Reporters -- Never the Twain Shall Meet

I read the third chapter. I enjoyed it more than the previous chapters. I especially liked the part of her maudlin reverie that mentioned who newsrooms used to be. I find that I like that sort of commotion, that sense of purpose that pervades an entire group of people. Mostly, I saw what she meant when she said that computers isolate people. A few days ago, after the official class got out and people were still working, it was eerily silent. I felt awkwardly separated from everyone else in the room.

Helen, and I believe by now we are on a first name basis with her, also canonized the White House News beat. I felt that she spent a bit too much time describing parties she'd gone to rather than what it means to be a White House reporter, although she's quite old and probably doesn't realize that she's doing it. However, she does brings up a point that I wholeheartedly agree with: We need typewriters. Or, at least one, so that it would look aesthetic and practical. A black one from 1890 loaded with fresh ink and a piece of yellowed paper.

I wonder if, in any time in the future, people will glorify the appearances of our time the way we glorify the appearance of old. What I mean is, people now have a odd fixation on fashions and styles of the early Twentieth century. The 20's, the 40's, even the turn of the century. Wil there be a portion of the population who think that old Windows 95 laptops are cool, or the new Volkswagen bugs? At what point will Jay-Z be considered Classical Music?