coffee heart
After that very rotten week, I’ve spent quite a bit of time looking inward, as one does.
I imagine this will continue for a bit, but I’ve acknowledged that I spend way, way too much of my life with my brain consumed by work and not nearly enough time with my brain occupied by things I enjoy. This really does need to change.
And so it was that I was searching for brain-delighting activities on class bento and stumbled upon typewriter art.
I’m slightly intrigued and it looks like a really fun class, but this definitely made me feel my age:
If you’ve never used a manual typewriter, you’re in for a treat!
xxx
And slightly related, if you’ve not come across this Wired article (Email and Slack Have Locked Us in a Productivity Paradox) in your travels, it’s a quite interesting read.
Back in ancient times when I first started working we had a mainframe and I think maybe 2 or 3 terminals in the entire workplace. I don’t think everyone actually had PCs in an office where I worked until maybe the very late 90s.
I really can’t remember (or even conceive of) what we did all day!
But imagine not being plugged into a machine for hours and hours and hours. I’m sure it was nothing at all resembling paradise, but from here it seems rather appealing.
Between undergrad and grad school I spent several weeks (which felt longer) in a temporary position as a statistical typist (because I was slow but very accurate). I spent all day plugged into a ten-key calculator and an electric typewriter. I was near a window, but it gave onto a light shaft, I think.
I remember when I considered typist to be a quite desirable occupation.
I’m quite thankful I did not go down that route!