The Internet Personified: Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself
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Newsletter title from the poem Song of Myself by Walt Whitman This is my end-of-year, stuff-I-love-that-has-changed-my-life recommendation newsletter! (I'm doing the book recommendations as an article this year, link up soon.) * It's my birthday today. I've just turned 37, depending on the sort of person you are. (There are two types of birthday people--the ones who believe that you are the age you turn, so I'm in my thirty seventh year, or the ones who believe you've FINISHED thirty seven and are now in your thirty eighth year. I'm in the former camp.) One of my birthday presents from K (the second one is a lovely artsy poster of Bojack Horseman which will hang in our living room and confuse anyone who doesn't know the show. "I didn't know you were so into horses," they'll say) was a mechanical keyboard, which is not a piano thing, it's a computer thing. A mechanical keyboard is basically this keyboard with sticky-out keys which make noises when you type and feels very tactile. It's beloved by gamers, and when we were in Bangkok, K took me to a game shop to look at one, and at first I was inclined to be all like "who needs a clackety keyboard" until I realised I do. I need a clackety keyboard. Writing as a craft is not very exciting, there's not much you do with your hands, and even though the word count rises, it never feels as satisfying as crocheting something, for example. I mean that feeling that you have constructed an object where before there was no object, a book has come into the world out of your fingers! There should be something that feels like you're adding words, no? Chain by chain, letter by letter? This keyboard does that. In fact, in part, I am writing this to you today, so that I can feel the springs under my fingers, the letters bounce back, it's like a typewriter almost. I love it so much. (It's very big and heavy though so not easy to travel with, which is sad.) (The brand is Red Gear, if you'd like to get one for yourself.)
The Internet Personified: Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself
The Internet Personified: Do I contradict…
The Internet Personified: Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself
Newsletter title from the poem Song of Myself by Walt Whitman This is my end-of-year, stuff-I-love-that-has-changed-my-life recommendation newsletter! (I'm doing the book recommendations as an article this year, link up soon.) * It's my birthday today. I've just turned 37, depending on the sort of person you are. (There are two types of birthday people--the ones who believe that you are the age you turn, so I'm in my thirty seventh year, or the ones who believe you've FINISHED thirty seven and are now in your thirty eighth year. I'm in the former camp.) One of my birthday presents from K (the second one is a lovely artsy poster of Bojack Horseman which will hang in our living room and confuse anyone who doesn't know the show. "I didn't know you were so into horses," they'll say) was a mechanical keyboard, which is not a piano thing, it's a computer thing. A mechanical keyboard is basically this keyboard with sticky-out keys which make noises when you type and feels very tactile. It's beloved by gamers, and when we were in Bangkok, K took me to a game shop to look at one, and at first I was inclined to be all like "who needs a clackety keyboard" until I realised I do. I need a clackety keyboard. Writing as a craft is not very exciting, there's not much you do with your hands, and even though the word count rises, it never feels as satisfying as crocheting something, for example. I mean that feeling that you have constructed an object where before there was no object, a book has come into the world out of your fingers! There should be something that feels like you're adding words, no? Chain by chain, letter by letter? This keyboard does that. In fact, in part, I am writing this to you today, so that I can feel the springs under my fingers, the letters bounce back, it's like a typewriter almost. I love it so much. (It's very big and heavy though so not easy to travel with, which is sad.) (The brand is Red Gear, if you'd like to get one for yourself.)