Monday, November 29, 2010

Relics of the Past

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Thanksgiving Day Leaf-Cast

Thanks Giving
Bounty Abounds
Blessing Surrounds

Wednesday, November 24, 2010


Tuesday, November 23, 2010

His Name is Hunter

Postscript: Well, Hunter actually weighs 35 lbs., as per my 1950's-era bathroom scale. I've not seen 35 lb. sacks of tatters at my local grocier's, but the analogy is still relevant. Can you imagine balancing your latte with your 35 lb. IBM as you make your way from the sugar and milk dispenser to your favorite table in your favorite coffee shop? Just holding the thing under one arm is a real challenge.

As for "field-stripping" the machine, one opens the lid, centers the carriage between the columnar adjustment levers, flicks said levers back, releases the two internal cover latches, releases the two platen levers, then removes the platen, permitting one to pull off the entire top of the machine, made from heavy-gauge metal. This permits access to the entire internals of the machine.

As for its "pristine" condition, the paint job is slightly blemished with dust stains, and the line advance lever (single, 1.5, double spacing) is missing, so I have to fiddle with inserting a pointed object into the mechanism to change the spacing setting. Since I technically don't own Hunter (after all, who could "own" Hunter?) but am merely a caretaker, I'm not certain about getting this mechanism fixed, although, like taking care of a pet for someone else, if it needs to see the vet, then off to the vet it should go.


Sunday, November 21, 2010

Saturday Night Cafe Write

The Line Writer, busy at work

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Joe's Slammer List

Autumn Typing Fix

Monday, November 15, 2010

Autumn Leaf-Cast

My wife, during a recent morning walk, found several large leafs, semi-dried, that had fallen from the neighbor's trees. She brought them home for me to compose upon but, sandwiched under a pile of catalogs, had been erroneously discarded into the recycle bin in the garage. This evening I fished them out, and this one leaf was still soft enough to thread up through my Underwood Universal without incurring too much damage.

While the rest of the type-o-sphere are busy composing their Great American Novels, I present this humble poem for your pleasure.

Happy Autumn!


Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Strange Alien Plant Life