Typing in Palestine

The internet has an incredible way of spreading fabrications and miss-truths, often referred to as ‘counter-knowledge‘. Anyone with a barrow to push these days seems to produce a You-tube video, or a pithy slogan pasted over a photo that seems ‘true enough’ to be plausible, but not actually factually correct. All I need to do…

Filthy wheels – A June weekend in Wangaratta.

My fingers just weren’t hitting the right keys today. Never mind, if I wanted my typing to be perfect, I’d have used a word-processor. Anyway, I have decided to file my typing and travelling adventures under the new header seen above – titled ‘Filthy Wheels’, along side Filthy Labs for my repair experiments. Hope you…

The road to Gundagai, and unexpected rarities.

It had been only three or so months since I’d driven the road between Canberra and Melbourne, but the landscape looked so different. While previously the hills were an eye-piercing yellow, they were now a lush and rolling green. The rains had come and life had exploded which also had the unfortunate effect of increasing…

Sydney Typosphere, Where the bloody hell are ya? (and your typewriters)

Steve and I woke up early again as we were eager to get into Sydney and through the traffic before it became difficult to drive on it’s consistently grid-locked roads. It was a cold morning in Scone, and my car was frosted from cold condensation that had dropped overnight as it hit the nearly 30…

Pt 7 – Of Submarines and Typewriters.

  bing………….. bing……….. bing………. A hotel for kings and queens, surely!  The sweet little display just inside Rob’s front door.  Feeeeeeeel the blick love.   A bit of Remington 2 love, while you’re at it.   A tired eyed yours truly, and the Standard folding with my name on it. (Robs blog) Oh dear… look…