typewriter argo I couldn't get over the possibilities of a word processor. And came to owe everything to my little red deluxe noiseless (and the cute grey UK zephyr). I started out having to pretend that what I wrote deserved the gorgeous and ghostly type, until the quality of what I was writing approached (I hope) the dignity of typewritten pages. 021129 ... argo Oh yeah, and screw the trees. 021129 ... daxle oh yeah, then screw the air you breathe. oxygen, who needs it anyway? 021129 ... argo I was just being glib. Apologies for offending anyone. 021129 ... hr i live near a place where a 400 year-old tree is about to be chopped down(that's older than America is)and it's just gonna be hacked up because the road needs to be widened. 021129 ... raze i can't seem to keep my fingers from slipping in commas where periods should be and fumbling keystrokes so crows become cows and plinths grow lonely in the absence of their kin. it must be nerves. it's been a while since i sat with a machine like this, struck by all the immediacy it imposes and the stark percussion of its voice. 241111 what's it to you? who go blather from