An AntiBlog
What do you type when your head is empty….er, I mean, swirling around and casting about something to fill up that blank sheet of paper sitting in front of you? HOPEFULLY, something interesting. Now, where DID I put that Field Notes Left-handed notebook?
I’ve often said “Nothing gets done without a deadline”. [I should make that a tshirt or a coffeemug over at HamSandwichTees.com]. How does that relate to the “Week Begins” album [which is still in progress…STILL.] Read on…….
Typewriter and Computer keyboards are…… different.
Creatives, Pathways, and “Paging Eloise”…. the video?
Yes, seriously…. although I might be a bit late [or even VERY early……]
Breathing and Dashing are probably mutually exclusive activities.
of Kitchen Timers, Thinking, and a big red Record button.
How NOT to deal with a list that has too much on it. A sordid tale of an experiment on an Edisonian scale – I find another thing that doesn’t help.
Ruts, stuckness, colored light bulbs, and possibly a bout of serious laziness.
Yes, there’s a part 1.
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………..
Part one, although I didn’t know that as I typed it. Come to think of it, I’m typing this in-between me typing the original and you reading this. Hmmmmmm……
The various meanings of “What?”…. and maybe a passing reference to the word “umpteen”.
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.
Yes, it really is this scary inside my head.
Uh Oh…. the album project has come to an impasse. What to do? Tune in next time, when Tom will probably type about something else because that’s what is in the queue……
The Porch beckons, along with some new tech that I’ve been holding off getting…..
The James Webb telescope, airconditioning, cell phones, cars, milk, the internet, health care, and a fight in third grade about the Apollo Saturn 5 rocket… all tied together by The Typewriter.
Marketing, consistency, it that always a good thing?, plus tweets that are longer lasting than my deodorant.
Life is – decidedly NOT like a box of chocolates, except on rare occasions. It’s like…. oh, read the thing to see what I’m thinking.