Is the world a typewriter?

I have this hobby of finding and repairing old typewriters. I look for these things at flea markets, antique shops, and garage sales. It is amazing how many good deals I come across and the quality of these machines sometimes a century past its prime. with a little oil and some cleaning they work just as well as they did when they came off the assembly line. The older the machine the better.

I see these machines and I wonder if this is like the planet, are we longing for the way thing used to be while knowing somehow they will never be like that again? I heard a story on NPR today about Walden Pond and how the water has been ruined by the hundreds of thousands of visitors who come to see the place made famous by Henry David Thoreau. Who came blame them? There was a time when it may have been one of the most beautiful places in the state, now it is a tourist destination that has had the chemical balance changed from people peeing in the pond. The same thing happened with the beach seen in the Leonardo DiCaprio movie, The Beach. so many people went to find it and play in the clear blue water, the pristine site has been destroyed by those who wanted to enjoy it.

Those beaches, like my typewriters, will be forgotten and stored away in the forgotten past, having been loved too much and being traded in for something better. I came across an old Underwood four bank portable the other day. sitting alone in an antique booth waiting for me. I found the lid under the table and paid for it at the counter. It was painted blue, the decals still visible under the new blue hue. the keys looked like new with their chrome rings and glass tops. the parts moved smoothly being oiled and cared for during it’s life. I took it home and found it to be almost too good to sell. I regretted selling the last Underwood portable I came across wanting to write on it like Kerouac did when he typed out On The Road using a roll of teletype paper. The Underwood was a great find and maybe one to protect, keep it away from hands that might not appreciate it for what it is. There are still wonders in this world that can be saved, places that need to be forgotten and stored away for other to never find. let them become legends and fables for people to tell. Our planet has seen better days, Walden pond and the Beach aren’t dead, just asleep waiting for the right people to come along and give it some TLC. There is a chance that the earth can be saved. maybe we can’t save the entire planet at one time but we can find some gems and polish them up to be loved again. maybe we can fix this world one typewriter at a time.

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Typing like Kerouac

Today was the first time i ever stepped into a Hobby Lobby store. I had loathed the place after the supreme court ruled in favor for them in the ability to discriminate against their employees, but i digress. Sarah needed to pick up some items for a project so i decided to make the most of it and do the same thing. on YouTube a man named Joe Van Cleave had been tinkering around with figuring out a way to run a roll of paper through a typewriter, in order to writing a constant stream of consciousness. he had played around with several forms of paper and created devices to hold the roll of paper. I took the “fuck it” approach and rolled it into the carriage and plopped the paper on the table. a few feet of paper later i i was running into few, if any, issues with the set up. I an using an old Royal 1930s desktop KMM and the weight alone is enough to move the paper how it deems fit. The machine is a beast and works long after many typewriters f a younger age have seen their demise.

I have been a fan of Kerouac for a few years now, truly reading his works in the past couple of years and learning about him and the rest of the beat generation. After On the Road I went onto The Dharma Bums and Big Sur. Kerouac lived a life that would surprise most being the young good looking man that he was. His style of writing was as tough on his mind as his drinking was on his body. endless hours spent behind the typewriter drinking coffee and taking whatever drugs were available to keep him awake. the life of a writer is not an easy one and it can only become harder when one decides to take the path never traveled before. today I continued on that path and started to write a book that had my attention long ago. the rough draft needs to be written and this is the way I decided to get it done. the paper won’t be changed until it runs out. 50 feet stands between me and a break. I don’t have the option of devoting weeks to finishing the piece or the majority of a day for that matter. it won’t turn out like On the Road, a steady stream of thought placed on paper, instead it will be broken up and continued when time allows. maybe, one day, when the chance arrives, i can take that break and torture myself doing something that most people would never dream of doing.

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