Well, that could be an odd title. Perhaps it is a patently self-obvious one. Regardless, it was typed – often poorly. Perhaps I should start a GoFundMe to get this typewriter refurbished… it will take me some time to save up enough nickels for the $900 refurbishment. Naaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh………..
Yes, this really did happen. Yes, I’m STILL wondering why I didn’t jump 15 feet in the air. The “yip” I left out was decidedly unimpressive.
Marketing, consistency, it that always a good thing?, plus tweets that are longer lasting than my deodorant.
More pondering about how I go about creating music in the studio, and how it relates to these artisanal missives cranked out on a vintage typewriter. I don’t know why I’m writing about this – perhaps it is because I’m still figuring it out, even after all of these years.
So Tom pulls out the typewriter and sees……… one lonely piece of paper in the case lid. What’s a typist with no whiteout to do?
Creative thinking about creativity, creatively typed [or should that be artisanally typed?)… plus being noticed.
Of tab stops, weather, and thinking on different types of devices.
It’s a 70 year old typewriter, for pete’s sake. What does ergonomics and and a $10 table have to do with anything?