Friday, August 31, 2012

An Olympia for a momentous (and very sad) occasion



POST SCRIPT: Today was the day when Connor left for Washington. His flight was around 4PM or so, and I have yet to hear anything from him. I am sure he is catching up with his friend that he hasn't seen in a while, but it still hurts. The last thing I said to him after leaving a family dinner last night were 'Don't go dying in a plane crash', because I honestly didn't know what else I could say. I, again, apologize for how personal all of this got, but I didn't have anywhere else to turn.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

An attempt at adherence to Winston's Insurgency axioms











POST SCRIPT: I do not want to sound as if I am putting Leila down with the 'in the land of vodka and tonic' line. To tell the truth, I do not know how this woman deals with me. I can honestly say I am a huge asshole, truth be told, that loves to bust balls and throw insults around (something I have inherited from my father), in a joking fashion, of course. I find that people take themselves too seriously, and we all need to laugh at ourselves once in a while. This can, obviously, be construed as me being a bit of a 'dick', as I am often told. I just want to laugh, is all. Once Leila has a drink or two in her, we just let it all go. Why, when I was getting food for Manny while the meat was cooking, I cannot count on one hand how many times we screamed 'f*ck you!' to each other, myself in the basement and her in the kitchen. This is, in all honesty, the perfect situation for me. Words are tossed about, nothing meant by them, and we get to laugh and make fun of one another without fear of offense. I know this is a bit personal for a blog about typewriters, but I felt I had to share. It was, in reality, one of the best nights I have had in a long while. Thanks for reading.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Delving into the history of my hero (and yes, there are typewriters)


















Phil and Tessa


EDIT: It seems to be called the 'Philip K Dick Trust', not the society.



Phil reading an article on the movie Blade Runner, the first film to be made of his writings. He, at last, was being paid properly for his work. Unfortunately, Phil was never able to see the movie completed, as he passed away before that was possible.