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Me and the Smith Corona Super Sterling

The IntersectionBy Sheril KirshenbaumNovember 10, 2007 12:34 AM


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Thanks to my favorite Mooney, I'm enjoying life as a writer. Well a blogger really, but that's a style of writing just the same. Open correspondence to both everyone and no one at all. Chris recently considered whether bloggers should unionize and I suspect that will come with time as our new medium evolves. One aspect of the blogosphere that particularly appeals to me is that while prose is encouraged, there are no rules. I've always found such formalities counter productively confining for any form of self expression. Most traditional, strictly-defined protocols are much too stifling for creativity because writing is an art form after all. It allows others a rare glimpse into our private selves so rules just have a pesky habit of mucking up the process. This weekend finds me with the unique opportunity to use a vintage Smith-Corona Super Sterling Portable Manual Typewriter. Translation: typing with no plug, connection or correction. Imagine that... My family had a typewriter when I was a couple of decades younger, but it was nothing like this remarkable throwback to a simpler time. Round creme colored keys suspended high above the frame. Here google can't match advertisements to my text and emails do not interrupt flow of thought. There's something absolutely genuine about what an old typewriter like this can produce. The blank page in the carriage is full of possibility and somehow in what's composed - even amid uneven spacing, missing letters, and misspelled words - I find freedom. Honesty assembled in plastic, metal, and ribbon. And so this weekend I celebrate the typewriter and leave my laptop to the world of the wired. At least, that's the intention. I will remain a recluse to the blogosphere and allow the Smith Corona to dance beneath my fingers as I wonder how many others have explored these keys and what else has been born on this very same machine. As winter approaches, I'll write privately in the cozy confines of my warm apartment on a frosty November day. Me and a typewriter.

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