Saturday, August 28, 2004 You should see the hats we wear at home
Today was MICA move-in day, and those little swallows returned in fine form. The neighborhood was crawling with them. I thought I'd seen all the haircuts there were to see, but I hadn't, and now, humbled, I guess I'll go ahead and admit that I haven't yet, either.
I found an old typewriter beside a trashcan on the way home from the bus stop. I looked around for a big cardboard box propped up with a forked stick that would fall and trap me if I touched this discarded typewriter, because clearly, it was bait for art kids. They eat that kind of thing with a spoon. I took it home anyway, and so far there have been no ill affects. Maybe it is a time-release box.
The typewriter doesn't necessarily "work." I'm betting that's why some non-visionary with no appreciation for the indier things of life threw it away. God.
The ribbon is dried up and some of the keys stick. Still, it is possible to produce a paper document with this machine, so that's one up it has on the machine I'm typing on right now.
posted by Frenz | 8/28/2004 11:48:00 PM
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