We are also involved in an even more analog event that you may not have heard about–it’s called Publetters. It simply involves going to a pub, getting some nice paper, writing a letter and placing it in an envelope; then we hand you a stamp. Repeat as desired. Next one is Nov. 11th in Philadelphia at Paddy’s Pub 228 Race St. More details right here: www.publetters.com It’s sponsored by Trophy Bikes (we bring the stamps, pens and a “cheat sheet” of addresses for all sorts of people) and Casa Papel (They bring really nice paper and envelopes). It’s Free, of course; just bring words.
Here’s an interesting episode on Kids Devour Technology — where a group of open minded kids get some time with some “ancient typing machines.” Halfway through, ha– “I love this and I want to keep it, actually…” says one. The unseen narrator tries to paint typewriter use as a primitive privation, though… of course, it’s a TV kids’ “educational show,” so let’s no be too hard on them. Any typewriter exposure is generally a Good Thing.
This great magazine’s publisher, John R. MacArthur, says Paper is Still Relevant–and he keeps a loaded typewriter on his desk! He also believes writers should be properly paid for their work and points out this doesn’t happen when everything is free. Obvious, but rarely said so well. If you’re not a Harper’s subscriber–now’s the time. (of course JRM’s no fool–you can subscribe online Subscribe to Harpers )
Found this one in an Avalon NJ “Antiques” shop. Not sure if it is repairable, as none of the keys will move, and in fact, lack any real connection to the type bars, which, curiously, are lacking type. The staff at the shop weren’t very helpful either, referring me mainly to the price tag, and glancing nervously at the door in response to questions about warranty, follow-up service calls, replacement parts, etc. It is also only about 8 inches wide. After some cogitation, I have decided that the only possible explanation (other than it’s being a decorative item) is that this was in fact an ultra-rare “decoy” typewriter, used by harried pulp fiction authors with children. Its mode of use: toss the machine across one’s cramped studio apartment; the kids would then run after it, to press on its keys and chirp “Ding!” over and over, buying the beleaguered writer a few moments of peace to finish a page and a half per fling.