Revisiting Changing the Subject

The irony of my posting this quote is not lost on me. But I had to write it out on the train into my little book. I’m still trying to stake out my sphere of focus. One thing I love about this particular train journey is the range of languages spoken being spoken around me.

Ok back to my book. I hope you all find your sphere of focus today whatever you’re doing.

when thoughts don’t have time for hitting shift

get up close and personal with your typing next time you hit the keys

The title of this post is the first line of a song from an album released in the 1980s … kudos to those who know it without googling it. Great song and its sentiment is truer than ever. I loved that artist. She lifted me up in my angsty years with her stories and cool blues chords…

Have a great day, fellow humans.

Edit: It seems more and more that people whose work you have loved for decades… disappoint you to the point of tears. The internet reveals the ugly things people say quicker than the blink of an eye.

Does anyone need to know?

The urge to share every moment is too overwhelming.

What am I thinking ?

What are you thinking ?

Does anyone need to know ?

When I was a kid, I used to wonder what it would be like to know what everyone was thinking, from moment to moment. Now we know what it’s like, and is it that great ? Is the future you imagined as amazing as you imagined it to be? How can we imagine the future better for ourselves, given that we can’t erase what we already know?

Failing Nicely

Also, I’ve come to the conclusion that no one was lying when they said “planning is everything.” You can’t do this on a whim, because a whim is just a whim. Something has to come to a head, as it did with my typewriter collecting. I haven’t taken delivery of a typewriter for myself for at least 2 years, and that’s because I kicked my eBay habit. And I kicked my eBay habit because I didn’t have a smartphone at the time. Now, if occasionally I am asked to find a typewriter for a friend, I find that I can go and find one online and not feel that obsessive pull because I have a defined task. My search is focussed and deliberate: Olivetti Lettera 22/32 no more than £20. Externally applied constraints allow me to keep my head, and not lose my way down the rabbit hole.

So these days my personal typewriter hunting is entirely based in the real world of charity shops and junk shops and vintage stalls. The thrill and suspense is a mini adventure on foot, not a late night bleary red eyed waste of sleeping time. And I no longer care about the amazing machines I am missing out on. I am more than lucky with the ones I already have.

Now, back to deleting my Facebook account. Again.