my office used to be a large long closet. i share a wall and my ceiling with the chapel. the viola de gamba society is practicing in the classroom behind my west-facing wall and is going to be here all week. it sounds so amazing, i feel like i get a 40-hour concert! last week, these two typewriter repairmen were in that room mon-thursday. i met and talked to one of them for a couple of hours. (little-known Mavis FYI: nothing turns me on like someone who knows their vintage non-electric office equipment. ) we talked about the relativity and tangible correspondence and how something like email is often a conversation--choppy--short-- and something you type can roll on and on as the rhythm pulls you in and you tap it out, you get to make more choices about how the person receives your message (paper/ink/envelope/stamp/) and we talked about the devil aka: dvorak (inventor of QWERTYUIOP, handicap to typists worldwide. and the best part is, he has a huge backstock/collection of keys and buttons that were on their way to the dump, but now i am going to intercept them! yay! free art parts! |
i'm not an artist myself but i'm always coming across shit i think would be cool in some sort of 3D piece. |
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i had it mixed up. someone named Sholes invented the qwerty board, supposedly NOT to slow people down, but to get the keys arranged so they would stick less often. it ended up slowing people down nonetheless. Dvorak later changed it to be more ergonomic. i tried to use a Dvorak keyboard and found it strange, but i've been typing a long time the regular way. ...i was sort of kidding about the devil bit.... |
Simpsons rerun last night: Stampy the elephant. Homer drives to the Springfield Tar Pits, and hits a statue of a deer. Homer: DOH! Lisa: A deer! Marge: A female deer! |