Sunday, January 01, 2012
I So Very Much Want One Of These
I feel a sort of affinity for this approach to making things for daily use. There is an acknowledgement of a lack of elegance in daily life. Searching for a kind of delight in using mundane things. A desire for at least a hat tip to continuity while not being a stick-in-the-mud about progress.
When I was young I had to type things on an ancient manual typwriter, and use carbon paper to save a copy for myself. I remember distinctly the first time I saw a Xerox machine. A Polaroid camera. A teletype machine. A fax. A cell phone. MS Office. I remember I was somewhat drunk at a party at my home, and some guests and I managed to get me on the Internet on dial-up on a lark. I remember loading Doom on a floppy and running it in DOS.
Sometimes it's not possible to say whether we've entirely shunned modernity or we're so far ahead of everyone else that we're the Jetsons and most everyone else is the Flintstones. We don't have cable TV. Our friends and family think we're living in 1965. You watch cable TV? And you get the newspaper printed and delivered? Send your children to school on a bus? Commute? Have heat fed by a big, rusty tub of carboniferous goo in your basement? Shop at a mall? How quaint you are.
I make things that are cutting-edge anachronisms. I like to see fellow travelers.