I am a typewriter! Hermes and Remington languish on the shelf at trendy chain Anthropologie’s Philly branch. Bonus barbarian points for gluing books into a fake arch; while burning books still upsets, gluing and chopping still gets a pass! They also stacked the cups too close, so the carriage will hit them.
–In one of a series of one-minute shorts — see it on the NYTimes site.
Is that a Royal?
Wow, met one Yancy Smith at latest South Philly Type-IN. Next thing I know–a bundle of typewritten questions lands on my desk. Not sure if he needs to quiz more typosphereans, but his email is: firstname.lastname@example.org . Well, must get back to this — some hard ones, like: “To you, what defines your collection?”
Of course, let’s start with Mom* and Dad as the first light cards against that black hole of an empty Rolodex 2400 (Made in Secaucus, NJ) , and yes, that eraser is blocking mum’s maiden name as we know many fiendish, identity-swiping super-criminals start their day by skimming Phillytyper!
If you’re out there, super-criminals, do please contact me care of this blog; I would be very receptive to swapping lifestyles on a crash basis–as tomorrow is trash day, and the kitchen tiles are buckling.
* Note that Ruth McGettigan is still with us at 90-plus; most recently she told me, “I got one of those old Ouija Boards — but nobody will play it with me,” and laughed.
Found an old IBM Selectric Manual which showed how to make a “pleat” to hold smaller cards so they are amenable to typewriting. This removed the last obstacle to starting this Rolodex project–since common sense has long since waved me on with a resigned sigh.