Month: June 2018
Her Olivetti Valentine
I bought this for my girlfriend for Valentine’s Day but was not able to give it to her until now. This machine took a little work. Some strange goop covered the carriage lever bar. It was missing a shift key, and the vibrator needed some loosening up. The case was missing its rubber latches, so…
Real Hunting Means Facing the Possiblity of Coming Home with Empty Hands
I was on the hunt this afternoon. Nothing too dangerous. Just a stop at the antique mall. I found a beat up but functioning Royal Safari, a 1970s standard Royal with a missing carriage return lever, a bent Olivetti Studio 44, and this Olympia Traveller. I would have bought the Traveller if it were in…
Some Typewriter Photography
I’m familiarizing myself with my Nikon D5300 before going hiking in a couple of weeks. I doubt these are the kinds of photos I’ll be taking, but you never know what I might find in the wild. Those are hands typing on the Underwood 6.
Bloomsday Cat – a poem
Happy Bloomsday, Everyone. Here is one of the many unanswered questions about James Joyce’s Ulysses. (See poem.) The cat starring in the photo is named Molly, after Molly Bloom. She, along with her brother, Murphy (of Beckett’s Murphy), was born on St. Patrick’s Day. History is full of mysteries.
The ever reliable Mr. Rumpus.
I graded forty research papers over the last two days. As all teachers know, grading is what you do after work. So, it’s after work work–which doesn’t include committee work or coordinating events or attending professional development days or advising students or presenting at events. You get the point. Research papers require outlines, webs, thesis…
San Juan National Forest
In a few weeks . . .
More praise for the productive value of inefficiency:
Recent news has drawn attention to how Silicon Valley parents raise their children. Many of these leaders in innovation place great importance on unplugging their children from the digital world and from the devices we use to access that world. These people are not uncritical luddites; rather, they have an understanding on what it takes…
Red lipstick.
I bought an Olivetti Studio 45 some months ago. The seller’s photo made it appear white. It turned out to be a dull gray, but I bought it anyway–for twenty or so dollars, if memory serves. It was my first paint job, and it turned out rather well. I went for Ferrari red. It’s Italian,…
