Friday, July 24, 2009
Welcome to this week's edition of My Aqua Blue Heaven! I was talking with a friend this week about the good old days when people took the time to write letters, when girls took typing class with actual typewriters and those archaic green-screened computers with floppy disks. Being an old fashioned kind of gal, technology has never interested me much. My cell phone is nearly 4 years old-gasp!-in a time when people replace their cell phones as often as they replace rolls of toilet paper, this probably seems I'm stuck in the stone age. But if it ain't broke, don't fix it, I say. A phone is supposed to be a phone- you make a call, period. Since when is a phone that plays games and goes online to look up recipes and shows you YouTube videos of turtles dry humping sneakers a necessity? And lord have mercy if your phone doesn't have instant access to Twitter, so you can let the world know you're drinking coffee. That's important. Just another tool for humans to get even more narcissistic about their lives, isn't it? Sorry, but I'm not impressed with your iPhone or GPS or whatever one-uppers think is important in life. Give me family, friends, food and I'm a happy camper. I miss the days when you bought matching paper and envelopes and stickers and these old things called stamps. It's so much more personal and lovely to send someone a note on your unicorn and rainbow-themed stationary than it is to send a text. I miss the typewriter's electric hum- "whiirrrrrr"-that would put me to sleep when trying to type a boring-as-balls paper. I miss the "clackity clackity clack" of the raised keys. I miss the "ding!" when you got to the end of a line.
Today's theme may be heavy with longing for a simpler time, yes I know you can never go home again, yada yada yada, but I don't care. You can keep your Facebook profiles with pictures you took of yourself pouting in the bathroom mirror, give me typewriter ribbon-stained fingers or give me death! (No, please don't. That was just a dramatic ending for effect. Like jazz hands.) In searching for vintage typewriters, I found that they used to come in all colors, something I never paid attention to before: girlie pastels in the 50's and 60's (don't even get me started on the PINK typewriters. I can't even speak, I just can't...too verklempt...I will give you yet another topic: the Cold War. It was neither cold, not a war. Discuss....There. I'm better now.) to the classic gold and avocado models in the 70's. But as you know, today is Friday and that means the typewriters can only be in that delicious hue that we've made our bitch: aqua. Enjoy!
Vintage 50's Underwood Universal Typewriter w/Tweed Case.
Vintage Smith-Corona Corsair Deluxe Typewriter. How can you not love something with a name like the "Corsaire Deluxe"?
Vintage 50's Royal Quiet DeLuxe Typewriter. I love the keys on this one, for some reason. You can just tell they make a marvelous "clackety clackety" sound.
"Take a Letter Maria" by R.B. Greaves.