Category: Thoughts

Typing creates words…

When ever I type a page I look at the end result much in the same was as an artist to a painting. I see words on a page much like brush strokes on canvas. The end result may not suit the taste of many but I like what I see enough to want to put it on display.

In this case I used a 108 year old Royal typewriter. One that shows its age and the final results reflects this as well. For me pressing the keys of a 1911 machine is magic… Seeing the strings of a puppet does not distract from its message… at least it did not when I was young and even the movement of clouds in the sky was wonder!

1911 Royal 1

Keep learning…

I am in year 3 of my return to league bowling. I have come full circle trying expensive balls, shoes and glows and now find success using a cheap plastic ball. Last week I bowled a 79 with the cheap ball… but instead of getting frustrated… I just adjusted. Then I bowled a 202 followed by a 199, still using the low end plastic ball. I learned to trust my self… I first bowled in the 1970’s… I just relaxed and bowled. I had learned something knew… trust one self… believe in your experience and skills… something I should have learned long ago but I just learned. Which goes to show what can happen if you keep learning and trying new things… even when its a old self.

1964 Wizard Truetype

One word at a time…

On my bicycle I ride a mile… then another; then over time I have ridden 27,923 miles (and counting). Each word I type leads to a page and at 1,004 (and counting) I find that the adventure is not so much as what I say but in the thinking. Like striking of a flint the words spark new thoughts and images and creativity takes hold and newness creeps into a old brain and new growth occurs.

1974 Smith Corona Galaxie 12

I take a survey…

We live in a time when other’s want to know what we think; but only if it is a yes/no answer. We agree with the question or we do not. My problem is often the question… I question the question and wonder how yes or no is a true answer!

After taking the survey I was asked to make a contribution… my ego is such that my insights and knowledge is a better contribution than money.

1951 Sears Tower

Distractions

I learned to drive a car on a 1962 Ford. It had power windows, power steering and brakes. A 3 speed automatic transmission, AM radio and no seat belts. It was my fathers car… and all these years later I still think of my father when I go looking at new cars. My father had a pet peeve…. he did not want his car to have a decal from the dealer on it. It was free advertisement for the dealer… and unless the dealer was willing to lower the cost of the vehicle to keep its decal on the car… why have it.

I find dealers will not lower the price to keep their decal on the car… but always point out it help’s ID the car when I come in for service…. helps them make a living… why not display a dealer decal… Just following a family tradition I say…

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1919 National No. 3