I have been using my typewriter to type out my recollections and thoughts on topics and themes that animate my life. I’ll sit down at my typewriter, usually on a Friday night, pick a topic, and just start writing. It’s very stream of consciousness stuff, even more so than these blog posts.
This is brilliant: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b06vwcby
This is worth watching.
During his inauguration speech on Friday, Donald Trump made two direct references to women. First, he referred to the forgotten men and women. Second, he referred to impoverished inner city single mothers and their children. Outside of this, his language was fairly gender-neutral.
Being good looking has always been my cross to bear. It started from an early age and has stuck with me through the years. It’s not something I ever asked for, but we play the hand we’re dealt, I guess.
“So says the new guy,” she said. “You condescending bitch,” is what I should’ve replied with. Instead, I just turned around, away from the conversation, and got back to work.
Last night, I sat down at my typewriter to write a letter to my sister. It was really hard. It’s not something I’ve done in a very long time.
It’s been a bit of an odd week. It’s not for anything that has happened that was out of the ordinary. It has to do with how I’ve been looking at the world around me.
I’m now about one-third of the way through Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus. I could’ve probably read half of the Harry Potter series in the time that it has taken me to get through just nearly 50 pages of Camus. I don’t know, though, because, without compunction, I’ve never read or seen any Harry Potter.