Revamping the Old.

I have about eight thousand thoughts about race, and gender, and model minorities and the general state of things that are whirling around in my mind. HOWEVER, I do not really have the time. Someday soon though, I hope to have some quality blogging and writing time that is non-academically related.

This morning during my usual perusal of the New York Times website (Although I miss that inky, grimy feeling on my fingertips I do not subscribe to the actual paper. Let's just chalk this up to poverty and a little environmentalism) I found this article about one of my longest loves, TYPEWRITERS. Knitting, canning, film cameras, swing dancing, and typewriters are the hipster DIY revival that's paying homage to our parents and grandparents.

Put some birds, owls, typewriters, weirdo font on something and it's cool. Also antique telephones. I personally have two typewriters in the haus with me right now and they're lovely. They're clanky, persnickety, smell funny, and can give you a really nice swollen carpal tunnel if you bang out a letter but yes, there is something satisfying about the experience.