My Typed Page

I see the sun. There is a shadow on the floor. Yes, we’re recovering. Brief Lives, from John Aubery, is an example book for people who are writing one, or more, of the “Six Books You Can and Should” write.

It is descriptions, character sketches, that kind of thing. I know a lot of people. I bet you do too. There is plenty to write about.

I have a folder on my computer ready for me to flesh it out. It remains empty. Perhaps I should describe our dog, who died earlier this year. Or the fig tree with a second crop waiting to be eaten. Or perhaps I should populate it with the files of names. I can fill it out later. Which at last leads me to a thought.

Death and the Penguin, from Andrey Kurkov, features a character who writes about people. Most of who he has never met. We learn a lot about Russian life. And how he came to have a penguin as a pet. Other people join his life. k£ If you take book recommendations this is one to read. Which leads to.

I have been reading all of your One Typed Page entries. The things you encounter and deal with is interesting. Interesting enough that I have improved my reading skills. Things are short with a variety of fonts. I had to Open This Page, adjust the zoom, and read. Now I can mostly read them as they appear on the web, as is. I have had problems reading text. If the text was small with line spacing tight I had problems reading it. Think of a paperback book, how they cram stuff in, that is the kind of stuff I had problems reading. Now it is less so. Thanks to your writings.

I think I am going to read Years of Rice and Salt again. Or perhaps If On A Winters Night A Traveler. Rereading is good.

-— MichaelRpdx :: h3k

Yep we have got some weather. I do not like talking about weather. But we do have a humdinger of a day. Hazey day, and now our thing that has people talking about it. Winds of 15 to 30 mph. With gusts to 40 to 55 mph. I think most of the pears are going to fall off the trees. I hear crows. What are they doing? Are they flying around? Are they clinging to a power line, they like to sit in surveillance there, cawing at us as we walk by. But now we are curled up in our home watching the trees sway back and forth. The crows can go off to a safe place. We will feed them some chicken scratch in the morning.

Retiring people, Welcome To The Crowd! Retirement, especially for those of us with typewriters, is a good thing. During the shutdown of the 2020 Covid-19 so many people complained about boredom. Boredom? Did they not plan retirement, oh it is a bit of a planning exercise for them. If you were bored, especially without televised sports, you need to work on your life. Fortunately I have a grand bulk of things to do. Here they are waiting for my attention.

Now if I could work the spacebar consistently, get those spaces in.

From early August through mid October is one of my favorite, very favorite, times. We have sunny days close to what they get in the tropics. The twighlites are warm enough to be out in the dark. In shirt sleeves, it is comfortable. And if, as we have been, on vacation in this weather, well wow, we are walking in the dark ing from – little thing group to another. They seem to be isolated. Let me work on the description to another. I will come up with a better description.

— MichaelRpdx :: h3k

Oops, a library book is due to return. So this is picked out of the TBR stack. I intended to read for an hour, or maybe half of one. The intent is to improve my reading, especially the speed of it.

The book is My Private Property from Mary Ruefle. Who she is I don’t know yet. She is, however, a poet. And her poems are deep and layered. This is not the type of reading for a pace set for relaxing into some bliss of – something of your choosing. And also we will be watching The Year of Living Dangerously Which seems to be something that I had half-remembered, so the plot twists in ways unexpected. I’m not at all sure about the meaning of the two books being due at the same time.

There is music on my mind. Well, that is a bit of a stretch. I’d like to listen to the melodious sound of someone speaking a foreign language. I fiddled with one of the apps on my phone. “Simply Radio” and I cruzed around To Mexico! Tu Argentina! To France! To Morroco! What? They have what it takes to pull the channel to my place. I like it.

—- MichaelRpdx :: h3k

A few months ago a friend started to write here and suggested that I might like it. A few weeks ago I wrote to Daniel Marleau to be sure he was the editor of this place. He replied yes and stated “it’s time for you to get a typewriter and send a page!” Yes, a few weeks ago. As my typewriters sat .idle.

Ahem.

Finally, it came down to the words I’ve tried to live up to.

And more plainly stated:

I sent a note to Austin – asking if he had originated the idea. Perhaps he had stolen the idea. (As in “Steal Like An Artist” which he wrote.) He says in his weekly email that it was a lazy week. Not that he would respond anyway. But yeah, not now.

A long summer of selling a house and coming up on two years of … well, more on that later. Happy Birthday to me. It is a good day to start new habits.

I just need to make it so it can be.

—— Michael “MichalRpdx” Rasmussen