---
title: "Slow Social"
author: "The Lettre Team"
published: 2026-11-12T04:23:51.623Z
updated: 2026-11-12T04:23:51.623Z
section: "The Craft"
tags: ["Pippin's Park Buddies"]
url: https://www.lettre.app/lettreblog/slow-social
---

# Slow Social

*sometimes the waiting is the fun*

By The Lettre Team, 11 November 2026. From the Lettre blog.

When Homer Simpson changes his name to Max Power, he explains technological progress for every generation to come:

There's three ways to do things. The right way, the wrong way, and the Max Power way!”  
“Isn't that the wrong way?”   
“Yeah, but faster.”  
The Simpsons, **Homer to the Max**,  *s10e13*

Now here we are at the crossroad, dear reader. You think I’m going to use this gambit to serve you a couple paragraphs trying to prove my point that omg, too much tech progress is bad for the soul! But we’re Lettre. We know it. You know it. Baby, you’re reading this cause you’re with us.

Take the quote for what it is. Ornamentation. Amuse bouche. And once you’ve given your reader, that gracious recipient of your missive, that amuse bouche, don’t beat around the amusing bush! We know slow social is the way to go.

So open up your Lettre app. (There’s the call to action, but it won’t cost you money.)  Go to your Feed and see if you wanna make a new friend. Write to your pen pal. Unburden your soul! And then, when you click send, you wait, you squirm, you feel an exquisite anticipation as Pippin collects your 1s and 0s and puts them in a bag, it’s all bits and bytes and packet data but you can feel Pippin take a sip of tea as he goes on his rounds in a Fibonacci waddle.

Is it instant? No! You don't know when your friend will receive your missive. You're like Captain Jack Aubrey circumnavigating the seven seas while your marmalade runs out and you don't know what nefarious plans Napoleon Bonaparte is hatching because the last letter you got was in Majorca and maybe if you're lucky you'll receive naval intelligence when you reach Brazil. The anticipation is delicious. Delicious for you, that is, since you don't have to worry about a frigate loaded with 24 pound roundshot.

Truth is, you can get in touch with anybody anywhere instantaneously. If they're on the moon (unlikely) they might need to wait for six seconds. But as of current reporting, there are no pen pals on the moon--*yet*. There are only your buddies on earth. There are ways to reach someone with no wait. An exclamation mark in a whirlwind of ellipses. Ping, poke, message.

Then why wait?

Why eat cake?

It's the anticipation! It's the nostalgia, that delicious brrrrr as you wrap your blanket even tighter around your shoulder and grab your mug with both hands. Go on. Connect to your living room speakers. Blast the new Rosalia album. Or a Mountain Goats classic.

Somewhere, connecting the vast geographic gulf by the windows of your Lettre app, there's someone else doing the same. Maybe your pen pal doesn't do hot chocolate. Let 'em have coffee. Let 'em drink horchata. Let 'em concoct a spicy libation of the rarest flavors, stirred into a golden goblet with a griffon feather. They have a blanket of their own, a vast mastodon hide dug up from the tar pits of Siberia, an invisibility cloak made out of the purest imagination perhaps, which, when they snuggle inside of it, hides them from the rest of this busy noisy world but lets them fire off a secret missive of quiet, of friendship, of laughter and puns and inside references, directly to you.

Is that wait not *delicious?*

And that’s all you gotta do to participate in the slow social revolution. Write a letter. Make a friend.