Fickle S Thompson

Posted on May 28, 2007. 1 comment

I became interested in the typewritten word after seeing the Smithsonian More Than Words exhibit at the Nixon Library.
A few days later I sat in front of my shiny $20 Flea Market find. Waiting for the words to spring forth from my fingers.
Typing directly to paper seemed so impetuous and abiding. So much more Sophisticated and Hunter S Thompson than indiscriminately smashing characters on a laptop keyboard like a chimpanzee.
I sat for a few moments pondering the momentousness I was about to create. and finally I decided to type what I know.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy.
aLl wOrk aNd nO pLay mAkes jaCk a duLl boY.
The type writer dings when you get all t way to the end but
no sooner.
At least my version of the Great American Novel only cost $20.
First words (or new baby sounds) are so fleeting and tenuous. They happen so quickly and the moment is done before you realize it has even started. The other night Maya was staring intently at the Husband, watching him eat his Spaghetti while I was patiently bouncing her on my knee. One second she was repeating her Ah wah wah wah talk, and in the next she was opening and closing her little mouth imitating Dad's resolute chewing while babbling; and suddenly a new sound came out! I'm now the proud Mommy of a fickle baby who says Ba Ba Ba Ba Ba with such conviction and force I'm ready to follow her obediently down whatever road she leads us.


  • Posted by Roberta on May 28, 2007

    Ah yes, I remember typewriters. They are knda fun. And if only they had a delete button …
    Little Miss Thang is gonna be one big talker.

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