Ed. note: On June 1, Whitney Collins went dark. Her Facebook page went dead, and her Twitter feed. Her iPhone was turned off, as well as her laptop. Her house was purged of television sets, video game consoles, DVD players, and all the detritus of our modern age. For her, a hashtag was just another unused button on her antiquated telephone. Here’s a picture she sent of the purge, just before the signal went dead:
Sorta like that diet episode of Oprah where they wheeled out a Radio Flyer full of human fat.
Now, when you are a writer, and specifically a correspondent for a publication that exists solely online, this poses unique challenges. Whitney’s solution to the problem was to bang out her monthly dispatches like Jake Barnes in Paris: on a typewriter. She would give the pages to her husband, who would scan them and send the PDF to us.
Here, then, is the first of her three-part series (assuming she can go that long without looking at Lady Gaga’s Instagram page). CLICK HERE to open the PDF and read.
Phil Collins is alive and well, Though I’m not sure if someone will be sending you these comments via raven or how that works. Just wanted you to know that Phil Collins is doing great.