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Analogue means more than digital. It's real, for one thing. Something real is maimed in the process of recording. And it's slow. Pulp doesn't teleport, like bits. If you write somebody a letter, you mean it.

Last Wednesday I married the love of my life. This is the short story of all the things I did before I met her, a guide on flirting using Twitter, Facebook, texting and sexting face-to-face, in the real world.

I use my private Gmail account to email my boyfriend and my mother. There's a BIG drop-off between them and my other "most frequent" contacts. You know who my third most frequent contact is. My abusive ex-husband.

Google will plan my wedding one day. Or at least I might use the Google Docs wedding planning templates to organise things while wishing that Sergey Brin and Larry Page would personally plan my bachelorette party.