(I took the header picture of a Common Loon resting on a pond in Utah on its way north in June of 2015. It was in transition from winter to summer plumage.)

Translate - I dare you. Then make a comment on the funny errors the translator made.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Quillcast: Chocolate

Someone asked me for my drinking chocolate recipe, so I decided to write it out with a quill on spiffy paper in an anachronistick fashion. Although it is sloppy (in conception and execution) and blotted, I am putting it here to share with the world, or at least the handful of folks who might read this blog.

Usually my quill writing is neater than this. I blame my haste, which in turn led to carelessness in trimming my pen . . . and the fine Southworth paper, which, although it looks dandy, has a rough texture that a quill doesn't seem to like. It has a superficial resemblance to old-fashioned laid paper but it's not the same thing.

Oh well, anyway, here it is. As has become common with Blogger not liking my images, click to enlarge.

I reserve absolutely no copyright whatever for this.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Blackout poem

I did this a few days ago as part of a workshop.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Typecast: Paradox Prophecies

Due to Blogger not working as it should, the typed pages will have to be clicked to be read clearly. The first was typed on a Remington Quiet-Riter, the second on an Olivetti Studio 44.

You can watch the video for "Orpheus" here.

(The title of this post comes from a song by Letters on Mountains.)

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Typecast: a small blessing

The knife was a birthday present from my sister - thanks Sis!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Pencilcast: nod to Phil Ochs

Anyone else care to add verses?
(See here for the original)

You're dang right I'm wishing the Flagstaff and Tucson city councils, and Phoenix's mayor (even the Phoenix Suns, and I don't even like basketball!) a feliz Cinco de Mayo.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Twenty twelve-year-olds and a typewriter

What happens when you get a bunch of twelve-year-olds around a manual typewriter? It's not quite an infinity of monkeys . . .

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Something about Sundays

I know I'm posting this two days late but you can always wait five more days to read it . . .

Friday, January 22, 2010

Between the iron gates of the school, the seeds of my authority problems were sown: a typed rant

For those of you who catch the King Crimson reference in the title, I call your attention to the line further on:
"The fate of all mankind, I see, is in the hands of fools."

I no longer feel any personal enmity towards Mr. Contract, but I wonder how much he got paid for wasting so much time.

Thursday, January 7, 2010