My life to date hasn't been too typing-oriented. I'm not some militant anti-typist maniac. Sure, I'll type. But I take notes on paper, too. Mostly depends on the situation, you know? The vibe.
Want to know something weird? My printing is horrible and my cursive is quite special. I especially like the capital "Q" -so many ways you can attack that one.
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Anyway. Digressing!
So I was talking about my ambivalence about typing. Basically I’ve let my keyboard at home go. It’s missing a return key. And since I’m going to be typing for the next month, I figured I’d treat myself to a new keyboard.
Nothing crazy, no ninja styling or vaguely sensual wrist-twisters. Just something clean and comfortable, with Q top left and M bottom right.
So I rode my bike into town (bicycling = good karma) to the computer store. At first the gal at the store tried to sell me this ergonomic beast that looked like a wireless yam. I explained my 30-day self-imposed talkathon to her, and asked “Got any monk-like keyboards?
She thought for a second. And she looked up suddenly. “Wait here,” she said. And she came back with a plain, rugged slab of industrial keyboard. It was perfect. She understood.
“You’re going to need keys that can handle CONSTANT PERCUSSIVE ACTION,” she said.
So I bought it. And the keys CAN handle it. They feel like Mah Jong tiles on shock absorbers.
Yes! I’m going to do some good.
