Saturday, October 27, 2012

The Complete Metropolis

'The complete Metropolis' - Film.

As most of you know, I am a film lover. And I'd just like to share with you some of my thoughts, and recent experiences of my all-time favourite film.

Oh, and as usual pardon the normal 'typecast' typos and mistakes. 


One of the most iconic robots of cinema. This Art Deco design has influenced hundreds of works since. 


'The New Tower Of Babel'. Much of the film takes inspiration from biblical tales, which unfortunately ended up seeing it cut ferociously by American censors. Much of it remained in the final film, but several key scenes had been stripped. 


For a 1927 silent film, the setting was incredible and took inspiration from New York for its impressive models used in 'above ground city'. 


One big revelation of the complete metropolis: The statues holding Maria up are the 7 deadly sins. 

Expressionist Art Deco style - eat your heart out... 


Rotwang's motivations are clearer, as he seeks revenge for the death of the woman he loved.


The 'Pater Noster' machine, which later turns into a 'Moloch' that workers are sacrificed into. 

P.s.
If you are new to this film, track down the Georgio Moroder version from the 80's. While it is incomplete, it is the easiest to watch with its colourisation and 80's soundtrack that features some great musicians - including Freddy Mercury and Adam Ant. 

Friday, October 26, 2012

The post-evian post.

Mr Curtis Burgess sent over some photos from our trip. 
This one might be in my top three favorite photos of me ever taken. 


After the Evian Tattoo Convention, 
we went to Filip Leu's shop in St Croix, Switzerland.
Curtis had an existing backpiece from him, 
and wanted to extend it onto his butt. 
Like his whole butt. 

It was pretty amazing hanging out at Filip's shop for two days. 
Everything I did there felt somehow more special. 
Like, "I'm making a salad in Filip Leu's kitchen."
Or, "I'm checking my email on Filip Leu's couch."
I got some kisses from Loretta, 
and did errands with Tintine.

Filip and Tintine told me I shouldn't say "no" so much, 
and be more open to new experiences. 
(i know they were using me not drinking a beer with them as the basis of this philosophy, 
but I see how it might relate to bigger things)
And I'm working on it, kinda. 
I mean, I almost didn't go to Evian at all. 
I won't ever be drinking that beer, 
(no matter who asks)
but I'm going to try and fit a little more adventure into my life. 
It usually leads to wonderful new places. 


Thursday, October 25, 2012

Lost in time, and lost in space.

I woke up in Geneva "yesterday" at 7 am after only 4.5 hours sleep.
I went to the airport, flew to Amsterdam,
then flew to Minneapolis.
I arrived at 7:30 pm (2:30 am Geneva time),
went to Hard Times Cafe for some vegan muffins,
and then to a Mountain Goats show.
By the time I got home and into bed,
I'd been up for 24 hours.
This morning I woke up and went right to work.
Luckily for me,
Amber had requested a bird and some ribbons,
so it was right up my alley.
And after spending a few days with some seriously talented artists in Evian,
having a chat with Curtis Burgess about my portfolio at an outdoor cafe in Switzerland,
and then spending a few days at Filip Leu's shop;
I was inspired and ready to rock.
(I did almost fall asleep right afterwards, though)
Thanks to Amber for bringing me this project,
she's always rad.
I'm only home for a week, and then I'm off again, this time to Oregon.
Egads.
Just enough time to fit in some Halloween fun.

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Sex, Ikea and Typewriters.



To small to read? Click to enlarge.
Oh, and pardon the spelling monstrosities. What was I thinking!?


Monday, October 22, 2012

Or, as the French say...

France, kids.
Man, it was beautiful in Evian.
Our hotel room was on the 5th floor, overlooking Lake Geneva.
I get myself into routines quick,
so every morning I was up for the sunrise.
Then a bath, because there was no shower.
Then I'd walk across the street and grab Curtis and I deux baguettes.
Then coffee, which is espresso here.
Little baby cups.
So cute.
Then we'd walk around and make our way to the convention.
It was awesome, actually.
Curtis did some amazing tattoos on one side of me,
and Kelly Doty was rocking out on the other.
I did a bunch of tattoos,
and had a lot of fun.
I'm in Switzerland, now,
typing this as the sun comes up.
Yesterday we traveled to Filip Leu's tattoo shop in Sainte-Croix,
and today Curtis gets his ass tattooed.
It was pretty crazy drinking coffee with Filip,
and I feel super lucky to have had this whole experience.
It's my last day in Europe,
so I'm off to get a baguette and a coffee.
More photos later.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Ep2: The apocalypse of the typosphere.


The pages are now split in two, so that Blogger will display them better. You can click to enlarge for a better view. 








Thursday, October 18, 2012

ITI mail: Michael Yulo


It took a little while, but I excitingly got a letter from the International Typewriter Initiative.

I find people's life stories fascinating - and Michael from 'Typewriter a day keeps the doctor away' seems to have had a somewhat interesting life. He's only briefly touched on it in this email, but I reckon he's got a lot of fascinating tales to tell.

I've asked Michael if it is alright to post up his letter, and he seemed more than happy for me to do so. I hope you enjoy Michael's lovely introductory letter.

As usual, click letters to enlarge the scans.  


Thanks a heap Michael! And a letter in reply is already on its way back to you. 

I wonder who I'll hear from next.... 



Tuesday, October 16, 2012

SASHA KOOP - FUNHOUSE




SASHA IS GREAT.  JUST HAVE A LOOK. AVAILABILITY?
COME DOWN TO CHECK AND BOOK... MAY BE AVAILABLE SOONER THAN YOU THINK! TO GET WORK THIS GREAT, IT'S WORTH THE WAIT!
EXPERIENCE, TALENT, DEDICATION, ACCOMMODATING, PRECISE... GREAT SENSE OF HUMOR AND MUSICAL TASTE!!



Friday, October 12, 2012

Why I don't smoke



Lettera 22, and Lettera 32

I'll be talking a little more about these two typewriters sometime in the near future, but right now I want to talk about my most recent attempt at dunking typewriters. You may recall that I successfully attempted a dunking on a Hermes 3000 70's model a little while ago. Since then I have dunked a few more typers with mostly positive outcomes. Until today. Here's a moment I'd like to share with you. 



Okay kids, hop in the bath and play nicely... 


L22, What's that..... is that..... OH NO! 


God no! no! NO!........ Stop!.... STOOOOOOP!


(BOOM......)


Damn. I hate it when the kids poo in the bath. 



The lettera 22 was in remarkably good condition when I bought it on eBay. The case was excellent for the age of the machine, and the paint had no wear. All the metal parts still gleamed as though they were  new. For a machine that is approaching 50 years old, I thought I had scored. 

I'd seen these machines before, and when I saw it on ebay - lonely and with no bids (they had spelled typewriter wrong) I threw an offer in, and was surprise to have won the auction. The machine LOOKED in excellent condition in the photos. 

When It arrived, I looked over it an was mostly pleased. But it seemed a little off colour from the version of this machine I had seem previously. The green didn't quite pop out as nicely, but the paint still looked unworn, with the exception of a very light scratch - which would probably 'buff out'. 

Never mind, I thought as I gave it a bit of a tap on the keys. This is when I discovered that a handful of the typebars were a little lazy. A sign that there was some dirt, oil or something else in the segment. I thought about just trying to work the segment clean, until I also noticed what seemed to be thin film of ink smudged down the side of the typewriter. 

I was going to dunk a Lettera 32, so I decided I would just put the Lettera 22 into the bath with it, and just let the hot and soapy water shift a bit of the residual junk. Neither machine seemed particularly dirty, and I was pretty confident I wouldn't be transferring dirt from one to the other. 

The first hint I had of there being something wrong was the smell. I knew the smell, and I couldn't quite place it at first. As the water level raised in the bath, I also noticed something else: a pool of  black residue at the bottom of the segment. 

The pool grew a little, but kind of just kind of drifted around in the water. 

But then the pool became a rapid squirt or material rising from the bottom, and the Lettera 22 filled with an oily black/brown murk. I knew any second now it would overflow from the L22, and I reached in and snatched out the L32 to save it. 

As the body of water shifted with the removal of the L32, the L22's black oil dispersed across the bath with almost impossible speed. It practically exploded its supply of filth into the water and I was now left with tub filled with an oily brown muck. It was like an octopus had defensively shoot its ink. 

I quickly turned off the tap, and in a moments peace memories related to the smell came back to me. Both of my parents had been heavy smokers once, and the smell of nicotine often soaked into everything. Also, in my younger student years, I had often rented dumpy old houses - many of which had walls toned brown by nicotine stains from the previous heavy smoking occupants. I still have the trauma of trying to wash that oil off the walls. 

The Lettera 22 has several patches of noise reduction foam or felt. The inky black squirt was a result of those patches releasing the load of nicotine that had been stored in them. The nicotine had come out due to the flood of hot and soapy water that was now invading into the felt - loosening up the oil. 

The moment the hot water hit the paint on the Lettera, it transformed the colour of the machine. A thin layer of nicotine had coated the machine perfectly, and this layer now dissolved rapidly into the hot and soapy water that splashed over it. You can see the residue in the photos above - where it sits in a ring around the soap suds. 

Ultimately the patients responded well to treatment. I flushed both of the machines with hot hot water straight from my shower, and managed to move most of the slick from the L22. I ended up having to shift a bit more with some wipes and cotton buds later on. 

The bath however, was horrendous. It took me over an hour to scrub clean. I was soaked thick with oil on my skin, and I felt 'chilled'. I wasn't exactly stressed, or even in a hurry to get myself clean. I would have expected the nicotine particles to have oxidised and degraded over time, but I guess there was enough fresh material for it to soak in to my skin somehow. *Future note - wear long gloves when dealing with old typewriters. 

Both machines now work perfectly, and I'll be posting about them soon. I've seen a fair bit of discussion on the forums about the L32/L22 differences, and it is nice to have both machines side by side to have a good go at both. 

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Just a quick but ernest note (smokers, you might want to turn away for a moment). 

I used to work in a children's oncology ward where I learned to cope with the personal difficulties that come from watching children potentially dying every day. I was often witness to families breaking down while others only held together with increasingly strained strands of hope. We did our best for the children and families, and in 40% of cases, it wasn't enough for the children. 

The links between smoking and cancer are not just theoretical, they are real. My father is still alive and stopped smoking 20 years ago. 2 years ago he was diagnosed with emphysema. The muck that came out of this typewriter really highlighted the pervasive and damaging level of the materials that you consume from smoking. And it really drives home the poor outcomes that come from cancer. As much as I love the romantic notion of a room filled with smoke, with the ashtray over-flowing while the writer pounds at the keyboard of this Lettera 22 creating a masterpiece - I just can't move myself away from the grief that is caused by cancer. A cancer that most believe that they are unlikely to ever suffer, until they have it. 

Sorry to bring down the tone. I promise I'll end the next post much more light heartedly.