Growing up in the Typosphere
Let me start this great endeavor by getting a bit autobiographical, typospherically so to start with, as that seems most germane to the scope of things here. Basically, I grew up around typewriters. From my early days and through my high school and college days, they were as much a part of my memory's view as the TV in the living room, the pushbutton light switch by the front door, or the magnolia wallpaper in the piano room in my grandmother's house. It is only natural then that I should feel a sort of nostalgia for those machines as they are familiar and nice connections to the past. The reason for all this typewriter exposure is that my mother. She was a legal secretary, and as such one of her main work duties was to type, and according to all sources she did that very well in that fast and accurate sense of things. I suppose that might have been a sort of curse since it meant that she was often asked by friends and family to type various letters and documents, though I nev...