Hello everyone, and welcome to my blog. That was a very bland opening sentence. They often say that the first and last sentences are the only ones people really remember. I guess I’ll go down in history as the guy with the cheesy welcoming line. Which is okay, I like cheese. Anyway, reasons and anecdotes aside, I wanted to share with you something that has consumed an unhealthy portion of my life. Typewriters. Perfected pieces of ingenious mechanical engineering.
I know too much about them, I think it’s affecting my social life. I mean, would you want to hang around the guy who’s talking nonstop about how Sholes and Glidden invented the QWERTY layout and got their machine prototyped by Thomas Edison and then sold their patent to Remington which became the Remington 1? Sounds boring...or at least that’s what normal people would say. I find it fascinating, but then again, I’m not a normal person.
I’m not quite sure what drives my passion for these single-purpose, clunky, mechanical devises. Perhaps it’s my love of beautiful words (can guys like that kind of stuff?), or maybe my love of mechanics (sounds more masculine). Whatever the reason, I have become more than interested in these machines, in fact, I have let myself become obsessed. I mean seriously, the nerdy level has gone off the charts. I close my eyes at night and dream about Remington serial codes.
I began collecting these pieces of history a several years ago, but my interest had begun way before. It’s become my main hobby to restore, repair, and use them, and maybe perhaps a side job in the future. So not only do I know model numbers and manufacturers, I also can fix just about anything that could possibly go wrong with one. Of course if it was melted down in the fires of Mount Doom in middle earth, it might be in need of a little more than basic maintenance and parts replacement (hyperbole).
Along with my interest in typewriters comes an enormous love of literature. They say words are the mightiest of weapons, so it’s a pretty dangerous interest (paper cuts are killers). Through the combination of these two things lies a crack in which my sparse and inconsistent creativity oozes out. Typography, graphic design, and traditional artwork, all conveniently linked together.
So that’s what this blog is about. It’s about my obsession with mechanical typewriters (and other things...I obsess a lot). Here lies my exploits in repair, the failures I’m not to embarrassed to admit to, and anything else a wacked-out mind could possibly conceive.
How to find and use a typer:
Why bother with them?
Learn to be a gooder typer (1943 instructional video)
Any questions, comment them as needed.
how to bother me.