For those who aren’t familiar with the story, Rino from the ‘Long, slow {typecast} blog‘ experimented with using an off-cut from a bicycle inner-tube to re-cover (or more accurately, cover) a platen. The idea was to get the typewriter to type quieter, and have a better grip on the paper. In effect, Rino was trying…
It is really easy to think of people on the internet as just… text generators. You can’t hear their voice, see their face, know their smiles or look into their eyes as you talk to them. Often on the internet I have seen horrendous things said and done to other people, which I only came…
I’d loaded Ruby the Exxy (my car) up with a load of typewriters and headed south to Beaudesert. It was a nice day for a drive in the country, and John had suggested that I come out and have a bit of a typosphere hangout with him. On this occasion, I had the company of…
REMINDER: Brisbane type-in – 2pm this Sunday at the Museum room at the Breakfast Creek Hotel. Reasing = reading. Urg!
Pardon my miss-use of ‘your’ below :- It may seem twee to be writing about my Valentine typewriter on Valentine’s day, but then again my disdain for my Valentine has been rather well documented. So it may surprise a few people that I revisited the Valentine, which hiding at the back of my collection,…
It’s the sort of machine that I’d expect to find and read about over at the Dante’s Wardrobe blog, but yet it has proved to be something of a complete mystery. Let me introduce you to a typewriter that I have not seen an awful lot of information about. Filthy, filthy keys. And these…
Okay…. I had a bit of time last night and today, so I have decided to put this part into use, get a few photos, and tell you all about what it is and why I think it is special, before I went away to Charleville. We have the technology. We can rebuild him. About…
My shirt was filthy. It was my ‘working on my car’ shirt after all. There were dots of sweat all over it, and prints of my hands where I had wiped my palms on my hips. “You’ll be looking for Scott” I said to the man walking down the driveway in a friendly and welcoming…
The Filthy Platen 