Buffalo Gal

It's pretty easy to tell the relics who learned to type on a manual typewriter from the rest of civilized society.
We hit the keys HARD in anticipation of a non-existent springback. Others can hear clattering racket of my "thought process" down the hall long before I come into view.
Keys wear bare on the vowels and consonants most frequently bought from Vanna. For me, the n's are always the first to go. But it's OK. I know where it is. My world is literally at my fingertips.
Add email to a career that already requires hours of keyboard composing every day and I have a job which basically excercises my fingers and my mind -- to best effect at the same time.
My fourth grade teacher peppered my "otherwise very interesting" essays with question marks where I omitted words which I thought I wrote, but actually skipped over in the race to keep up with my mind.
I'm not sure my typing is any faster than the No. 2 Tioconderoga pencils of yore, it's likely my mind has simply settled to a more comfortable speed.
Even in the lean, healthfulness of youth I couldn't run a marathon and these days a sprint is probably out of the question.
But give me the chance to run with an idea, and I can play the Lone Ranger theme in the key of qwerty.

Copyright 2006 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2006-03-10 3:50 PM Pounding it out It's pretty easy to tell the relics who learned to type on a manual typewriter from the rest of civilized society. We hit the keys HARD in anticipation of a non-existent springback. Others can hear clattering racket of my "thought process" down the hall long before I come into view. Keys wear bare on the vowels and consonants most frequently bought from Vanna. For me, the n's are always the first to go. But it's OK. I know where it is. My world is literally at my fingertips. Add email to a career that already requires hours of keyboard composing every day and I have a job which basically excercises my fingers and my mind -- to best effect at the same time. My fourth grade teacher peppered my "otherwise very interesting" essays with question marks where I omitted words which I thought I wrote, but actually skipped over in the race to keep up with my mind. I'm not sure my typing is any faster than the No. 2 Tioconderoga pencils of yore, it's likely my mind has simply settled to a more comfortable speed. Even in the lean, healthfulness of youth I couldn't run a marathon and these days a sprint is probably out of the question. But give me the chance to run with an idea, and I can play the Lone Ranger theme in the key of qwerty. Copyright 2006 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top