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Author Archives: joe b
Starlight Tears
The sun set earlier, leaving orange sherbet streaks in the cerulean-blue sky. It was almost 8:00 PM, the tilt of the Earth inclining the northern hemisphere toward the sun; it was already dark south of the equator. The same sun, … Continue reading
Passages
Another year has passed. Another decade has passed, another generation has passed. Another life. Forgive my fumbling efforts to make something significant happen, before it is over. Be patient with my uninformed anxiety that pretends all of it matters, my … Continue reading
Gray
I hate myself. The reasons are legion (or maybe not, I just don’t want to go into them). But from my perspective, people seem not to understand this. Or they won’t accept it. Now, I know people are not supposed … Continue reading
Gathering of demons
Some day, I will know. And I will wonder how I could have not spoken for years on end, and I will wonder how I could have not written anything, not anything at all, not any of the torrential streams … Continue reading
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On correspondence
I write letters and then don’t send them. Is this pathological? I mean, if I send them, and the recipient refuses to respond, that would be worse than if I just didn’t send them, right? Same outcome; less embarrassment. They … Continue reading
Staring into the abyss (or, rather, into my SM4).
This is just because.
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When they come. Again.
Remember the post World War II movies which demonized the Nazi bad guys, and glorified (rightly so) the heroic actions of the few who stood up to the Nazi’s, running underground resistance groups and providing escape routes to those who … Continue reading
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No typing.
I have eleven typewriters. That’s not a brag; that fact is not in the least bit significant compared to some of the champions of typing-machine collectors. And the eleven are not a particularly impressive selection of machines. … Continue reading
Zephyr on the train.
Just the raw typecast from the train. Will add some notes later. But now, late for work… Click on the image to resize it. When I got on the train, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It’s not that I … Continue reading
The Rewriting Machine
Just a couple pics of my method for rewrites using the Underwood Finger-Flight Champion, a copy of Strunk and White’s The Elements of Style, and a couple pieces of tape to hold the first draft onto the second draft. It … Continue reading
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Of Parades and Memories
Memorial Day typecast, on IBM Selectric II.
Changes.
Just typing in the dark, trying to focus on something. Story of my life. Analogously, the text I am typing in my browser is light gray on a white background. The system colors on my laptop are not … Continue reading
The Nokia Takeover; It’s Not Just About Phones.
This is the company that brought cell phones to the Third World. This is the company from whom I got the most basic cellphone 7 years ago, a phone which continued to surprise me with capabilities which I only expect … Continue reading
I’d overlook his dying, if only he’d stay.
Then he became just a memory once again, like a photograph tacked on that cluttered bulletin board in the back-hallway of my mind. “I’ll see you soon,” I said, and kissed the paper face. He returned to me in a … Continue reading