Sunday, 22 January 2012
something old, something blue
I'm having a typewriter moment. I used this machine and some carbon paper to make a few pieces of work last term. I learned to type on a typewriter. I think my first temp job in 1988/89 involved some kind of word processor but I learned to touchtype during my 'A' levels. I don't know why. I think it was some kind of displacement activity, much like this blog post is now. There are many things I should be doing instead of posting about my typing history.
I used to love those scenes in films, when the writer would sit down at their typewriter and feed a sheet of crisp white paper into the roller and start to tap, tap, ting away. There was something very romantic and exciting about someone sitting down and making stuff up.
I got Series 1 of The Waltons on DVD for Christmas and the aspiring writer, John-Boy borrows a typewriter to submit his first piece of writing to a New York magazine. What an event that must have been - however fictional. A young man in rural America sending a manuscript to a publisher in the big city. It made me think of how much I take this blogging malarkey for granted.
One of my occasional amusements is to make blog names up, just to see if they're available. At one point I had 38 completely empty blogs, all with different names. I deleted them, eventually, but they hang around. I suppose because there's nothing to stop me making them, sometimes I have a little frenzy. Again, a displacement activity.
On the running front - I can now run for seven minutes without stopping. I think I could probably do ten if the right track came on my Ipod but I can't run and change a song at the same time yet. That's my next target.
I had my first running etiquette quandary this morning. I'd plodded off on my usual route and was on the return leg, back into the village. I saw one of the Dads from school, a Dad who is known to do the odd marathon, purposefully running towards me in a very sensible high visibility running top, glancing at what I imagine was a proper running watch (I clutch my phone and use the stopwatch function).
Now, should I have skipped across the road to run on the other side - or should he? Should he have run around me or should I have run around him? I was at the end of my allotted running time - I certainly couldn't stop for my walking section. That would have been too embarassing. I was embarassed enough to be seen lolopping along in the first place.
In the end I did the running around. It seemed the thing to do. Perhaps that's how it works - maybe the slowest runner does the biggest detour...
Now, Birdsong or essay, Birdsong or essay....