Monday, July 28, 2008

Museum of Technology, Exhibit 114 ½.

"He would get up, silent and remote from whoever happened to be with him, dress in a bathrobe, mix himself a double dry martini, put a cigarette in his long white holder, sit before his typewriter, grind in a blank sheet of paper, and so become Tennessee Williams." (Elia Kazan, in Legends: The Century's Most Unforgettable Faces)

If this is the kind of thing that gets you going, then check this out. Click on the "Clubs/Events" tab--on Thursdays, you can type a letter on an actual typewriter. (Read more about The Regional Assembly of Text here, on Mighty Girl.)


  1. I'm so there. Can we go together? I could write a letter to someone important and/or famous. Maybe you?

  2. Oh! It's in Vancouver. That sucks. Let's start our own. We can pool our money and buy a typewriter at DI. Or two or three. Maybe they could be part of our "publication lab" and we could have the "club" in that. But we'd have to have tea and scones in the hall, because I'm pretty sure we're not going to be allowed to have liquids and crumbs in the pub lab.



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