"Oh my gosh, I've like never heard this in my life" "I'd be attempted to just leave...." "Who buys a journal with perforated pages!?" "My towel smelled awful ..." These are the pieces of stories floating around me at 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon in Zera's, and they're refreshing. I think deep down I've always preferred stories shared by word-of-mouth because there's an organic liveliness and agency that blooms as each story is told and received. However, as I glance up from my laptop I'm noticing that more people are telling stories electronically--including me. This tech-craze bothers me because I'm left wondering if the stories being told on surrounding phones and laptops are more engaging, humorous, serious, or off-hand than the spoken ones. I see the growing necessity for technology, but not for understanding narrative. We've been digesting narratology and several narrative theorie...