i have become aware of the existence of a red, manual typewriter that was my great-grandfather's. he wrote his sermons on it. i want it so, so, so bad. (remember this post?) my great-aunt joyce has it currently, and i plan to ask whether she'd be generous enough to pass it down to me. i would cherish it so. what an amazing piece of my heritage.
i just love typewriters. i love how the letters look on a page that's been typewritten. i love how loud they are. i love that my writing mentor bangs so hard on his computer keyboard out of habit born from using a typewriter early in his career. i can remember playing with an automatic one my grandparents had during visits to them in north carolina as a kid. typewriters are just cool. i also want to (selectively) collect things that feature typewriters. like this little cup. it only adds to the awesomeness that it says "chicago."
Aiming for progress, not perfection.
"...being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you
will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."