I'm not really "on Facebook" anymore but I like to visit occasionally, if only to be reassured and/or reminded of the existence of old friends I'm no longer in touch with. Thus, e.g., I found out today that my college friend Adwoa now (a) lives in Geneva, (b) is obsessed with vintage typewriters -- apparently there's been a Vintage Typewriter Revival of sorts lately... -- and has a blog documenting the obsession. The pictures are fascinating, at least to me: as prev. noted I like visibly articulated objects. Some of the old ones (this is from the 1920s) remind me vaguely of pipe organs:
And this one might go well with your furniture:
These intricate mechanical contraptions delight me, partly because I so completely lack the relevant kind of ingenuity (or temperament), partly because they are, in some profound sense, things one understands; any electrical appliance induces a measure of "irreducible bafflement" that even one's mental picture of electrons being dragged through viscous tubes by potential gradients goes only so far to dispel.
Finally that pic of he-who-must-be-mentioned in any post on this topic:
"Good Mrs. Abigail said of me, That I had a splatter Face, like an over grown School-boy."
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Sunday, May 29, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
"No -- seals do"
Calista's tumblr is really quite marvelous, consider, for instance, this new post, quoted in full:
W. H. Auden (from “Shorts”)[ed.] The context here is Bishop singing to the seal in "At the Fishhouses":
Many creatures make nice noises,
but none, it seems,
are moved by music.
in the margin, E. Bishop:
no — seals are
Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,element bearable to no mortal,to fish and to seals . . . One seal particularlyI have seen here evening after evening.He was curious about me. He was interested in music;like me a believer in total immersion,so I used to sing him Baptist hymns.I also sang “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.”He stood up in the water and regarded mesteadily, moving his head a little.Then he would disappear, then suddenly emergealmost in the same spot, with a sort of shrugas if it were against his better judgment.
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