I’m currently in the process of putting together several photo books of Marguerite. She has very few pictures in actual print (and some were actually destroyed in the Ondoy flood) and about a gazillion in various hard drives and file storage sites. Of course, if Mark would get around to retrieving those that were in the laptops and phones that crashed (a lesson to always back up your files, people!), we’d have even more. I’m certainly not going to have all of them printed. That would be impractical, but I do want some prints in an album I can flip through any time I want to without having to turn on anything, except maybe the light if it’s too dark to see anything. I guess not many people care about having a printed copy of their pictures, but I’m one of those who do. Then again, I’m also one of those people who love getting snail mail from kith and kin. I also have no trouble withstanding the trend (any trend actually) of electronic readers (although Mark’s iPad has a collection of classics that might actually make me succumb). I prefer the old school way. Of course, that doesn’t mean I don’t take advantage of the technologies that show up in our home, thanks to Mark.