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jaspamasterI have decided I have developed and incredibly bad habit.
While I never did learn to type back in typing class and discovered later college that a large part of my inability to use a typewriter came from a combination of time perception issues and the fear of the permanence of the KTHUNK, KTHUNK of the keys slamming into the paper with no chance of correcting your mistakes once committed.
Of course there was white out invented by mike Nesmith's mom and correction paper but that just wont do.
In any case mental blocks and fears of typewriters aside (How Burroughs) I solved all this my first year in film school when I picked up an electric typewriter one of those way cool a the e time Panasonics with the one line LCD that was one line on a typed page long.
It had enough memory for about 60 or 70 typed pages.
It blew me away I went from not being able to type a word a month (I shit you not) to being able to knock out a 40 page script in a weekend.
My mind would spill into the typewriter buffer the pages in my head that I could never commit to paper from the sheer terror of KTHUNK, KTHUNK.
I could see the words and know there place in a three dimensional map in my head, locked in place by the line of type in that wonderful little line of LCD crystal.
The final triumph, the sheer joy of finally hitting the Print key and the Ratatatatatat of the little daisy wheel and the Shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppp of the automatic carriage return would begin and I could go get coffee only having to return and hear the noise when i had to feed a new piece of paper into the platen.
My typing and writing took off, but i have been ruined by the evils of IRC and IM, the post it notes of the NET, the disposable messages that have spawned a whole new language of Typonese the instantaneous nature striping away the need to even read what you wrote or to observe even the simplest rules of grammar or spelling.
My writing has not disappeared but the garbled error rate has climbed to such High proportions that i feel I may need to begin retraining myself to write.
Mere dyslexia and inattention no longer cut it as an excuse, I am not even paying attention to what keys I hit on the key board to the point that I have created whole new words to say hello and good bye with that make Basque seem intelligible, and yet I swear I hit all the right keys "Dammit poky I know I did!".
While I never did learn to type back in typing class and discovered later college that a large part of my inability to use a typewriter came from a combination of time perception issues and the fear of the permanence of the KTHUNK, KTHUNK of the keys slamming into the paper with no chance of correcting your mistakes once committed.
Of course there was white out invented by mike Nesmith's mom and correction paper but that just wont do.
In any case mental blocks and fears of typewriters aside (How Burroughs) I solved all this my first year in film school when I picked up an electric typewriter one of those way cool a the e time Panasonics with the one line LCD that was one line on a typed page long.
It had enough memory for about 60 or 70 typed pages.
It blew me away I went from not being able to type a word a month (I shit you not) to being able to knock out a 40 page script in a weekend.
My mind would spill into the typewriter buffer the pages in my head that I could never commit to paper from the sheer terror of KTHUNK, KTHUNK.
I could see the words and know there place in a three dimensional map in my head, locked in place by the line of type in that wonderful little line of LCD crystal.
The final triumph, the sheer joy of finally hitting the Print key and the Ratatatatatat of the little daisy wheel and the Shriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiippppppppp of the automatic carriage return would begin and I could go get coffee only having to return and hear the noise when i had to feed a new piece of paper into the platen.
My typing and writing took off, but i have been ruined by the evils of IRC and IM, the post it notes of the NET, the disposable messages that have spawned a whole new language of Typonese the instantaneous nature striping away the need to even read what you wrote or to observe even the simplest rules of grammar or spelling.
My writing has not disappeared but the garbled error rate has climbed to such High proportions that i feel I may need to begin retraining myself to write.
Mere dyslexia and inattention no longer cut it as an excuse, I am not even paying attention to what keys I hit on the key board to the point that I have created whole new words to say hello and good bye with that make Basque seem intelligible, and yet I swear I hit all the right keys "Dammit poky I know I did!".
