a.k.a. V.J.

A Yellow Pages directory showed up in our mailbox the other day. No, really.

It was an unexpected delivery, in that everyone in the house was surprised that physical yellow pages even still exist. The cover proclaims it to be “the original search engine.” True enough, but if being the original thing that got replaced by technology offered an actual consumer benefit in and of itself, I’d be chiseling these words into a stone tablet.

The book is a tiny little thing — more of a pamphlet than a phonebook, really. I think the average highlighter marker makes a thicker yellow line than the spine of the directory. Upon seeing it, Griffin remarked that if you ever wanted to brag about being strong enough to rip a phonebook in half with your bare hands, here’s your chance.

The arrival of the directory did make me nostalgic for simpler times. I don’t pine for thick, hefty phonebooks, but I do miss the analog, tactile world in which they existed. Of course, that’s a topic for another post altogether. I don’t have the energy to write that post today. For now, I’m just going to kick back with the new reading material and let my fingers do the walking.