THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT
Running away from your problems is a race you will never win Make today so great you make tomorrow jelous
"you dont have a say if you get hurt in this world, but you have a say inwho hurts you?" - The Fault In Our Stars Movie
When I was 5 years old , my mother m y always told me that happiness was ththe key to life. When I went tpo sxc chool, they told meto write down what I
wanted to be when I grow up. I wrote down "happy" . They told me that I
didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didnt unde r stand
life" -- John Lweeennon (I wrote some pa --------------- ( I wrote one sentence in my words
instead of using what he exactly wrote
Remebering how to use one of these archaic machines. I'll never again regret being born in the digital era.
I adore my digital arsenal of verbal recording tools because of their abi
ability to help maintain my flow. As i appreciate celebrating
history, I can't imagine having to labor away at such a cantankerous machine. No touch typing, no dictation, no cloud storage...but plenty of hand exercise
...and auto-save!!! As long as you don't lose the sheet...
I seem now to have developed at least a modicum of flow. Can't quite say
I'd be able to use this to the full effect that I use a computer, but
it'd surely produce some interesting work. This method is a reminder that progress is always evident, and also that
new tool do not always help Perhaps I'm leaking out valuable brain juice each time I take to my computer
and convert the torrent into a stream of words. Perhaps this machine is allowing
a more meditative side of myself loose. Perhaps just a more frustrated one.
Although I can't deny the brilliance of using a machine l ke this to record
my thoughts.. Its just so strange. Perhaps I'll try cuneiform next. so now...what to say? regardless of the tool, that forever remains the question.
do i speak of ugliness or beauty? success or hardship? own inconsequential
plight or someone else's? I know well that none of it matters in the end...but this is not th end.
This is all there is: the infinite, eternal now. And so I leave this typewriter
with nothing quite new in mind but a greater appreciation for the tools
I wield today. And now...to do sopmething with them...
true joy rests on strength and firmness within, manifesting itselfoutwardly as gentle and yielding. Three pennies laid in front of me echothis advice, and at once I understand that softness does not require
smallness. I used to face life with my teeth bared, and I had a knack for
figuring out the exact combination of words to kill the people I loved. I
was rarely spanked as achild because my parents could never catch me. I knew
what it was to have my blood on fire with the adrenaline of fierceness. As
I grew up, the world taught me it was in my best interest to be small. At
fourteen, my breasts were just mosquito bites, but men still stared at the
silhouette of my nipples through my shirt, so I started hunching my shoulders
forward to bring my chest in. Once the tallest in my class, my shoulders
began to slope until my head was lost among my shorter classmates. I learned
that "no" was not a word I had the privilege of saying. I learned it the
hard way. Every woman knows what I mean when I say "the hard way." Here, I
am years later and still using euphemisms because I cannot call it by name.
The world said, "Be small because we want to keep you in a cage. You rare,
beautiful bird, we want you to sing for your supper. We will hover so close
to the bars you can feel our hot breath on your neck, and know how much we
want you. It's a compliment." I did not want to be seen sometimes, didn't
want to be noticed. I perfected the art of walking around on marshmallow
feet, startling my mother with my sudden presence in the room. My father
started chiding me for mumbling. I wanted to be small. But the thing about
being smaller is you get stepped on a lot. Some people are like animals,
it's like they can smell it onyou. They can sense how easy it is to convinve
you you're small. Theye can't help but take advantage of it. I'm really good
at nurturing, everybody says so. My aunt says, "It's a thing that runs in
the family. People used to tell me, 'you are too kind.'" My best friend says,
"You are supportive to a fault." The world says, "You are SO nice." And I
did want to be nice. I am so softhearted but the world is full of vampires
that drain you of things more vital than your blood. I thought I had to kill
my softness if I was going to survive. Tenderness was weakness. But trying
to be hard, to deny my nature, killed me in a different way. I felt stuck
with no answers. Desperate for advice, I cast thre pennies into the air
and consulted what their pattern meant in my Book of Changes. They said,
"True joy rests in strength and firmness within, manifesting itself outwardly
as gentle and yielding." Softness is not smallness
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ANYONE CAN COME I N VAND TYPE ON THE TYPEWRITER ITS A COLLABORATIVE CONVERSATIOM
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I grew up on typewriters. i hate them. The bane of my existence.I grew up on typewriters. I hate them. The bane of my existence.Amazingnly my fingers can still do it. But the keys suck. As always.
No white out. No carbom papere. At least thats good. 60 years old. I'll
keep my mac. thank you.
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Several weeks ago we met by chance.and you made me feel high.
But now you choose to ignore me
And i must pretend as if you never existed
how can i do that?
i think about you all the time me
But it is all in the past.
Every word.
Every memory has now become part of the past..
And everything will fade.
And it will be as if we never met.
We met not that long ago. and the few times we met it felt amazing i thought we had a a special connection. but i was wrong.
now i just have to pretend as if you never existed.