I just ordered this: Which I found here, as a suggestion from Karyn. I have been a fan of Karyn’s for a long time since her original blog-before-the-blog. I get so jazzed when I see people become crazy successful and happy just by being exactly who they are. The pendant is wonderful. I love the vintage look and I ADORE the actual key. I’m not even exactly sure what a “Floating SHIFT” function is, even though I am the youngest of anyone I know who actually took a typing class in high school. Anyone particularly knowledgeable with PreModern Secretarial Arts who happens to be familiar with this particular key? (I’m looking at you, Jersey.)
DIGRESSION: I am eternally grateful NOW for having taken Typing, although at the time it really pissed me off that my brother, who went to the boys’ school got to take Latin as an elective, and I had to while away the hours at the girls’ school in TYPING, of all the Betty Crocker crap. But now I love that I type correctly- with all ten fingers, if for no other reason than the boys – including my husband- LOVE it when I type and talk to them at the same time. About different things. I guess walking around spewing a Dead Language would be equally impressive, but only to me. DIGRESSION DIGRESSION: I graduated high-school in 1990. No one I knew wanted to go into Office Administration, or be a Secretary. We were past that Golden Age in female history. But almost no one I knew had a computer at home, either. Yet we took typing. Now, every child I know can operate more functions on a computer than I can, and my 12 YO does his homework online, which he does, painstakingly, with only two fingers. Yet, typing is no longer offered to (or foisted upon) children in school. Why? And just TRY to get a child to practice typing at home. I suggested it to him once. He shot me a look like the one I gave my granny when she told me I should walk around with a book on my head so that I would have “lovely posture” when I became a “young lady.” She was right about that, too.</DIGRESSION> </DIGRESSION DIGRESSION> Anyway, I am quite pleased with my pendant because I have been known to RANDOMLY CAPITALIZE for NO APPARENT REASON. Also, if you want to get a bit woogy-boogy about it (and since it is late at night, I DO) I am constantly aware of my perspective being unexpectedly changed. It’s as if I am just walking down the street and I suddenly do not know what I knew, and now I know something else. It’s as if something wonderful that has been hovering over me (floating?) like a friendly little pink cloud gently wafts down onto my head, causing a sudden and irrevocable change (SHIFT?) The cloud has been there the whole time, but my brain wasn’t open to its puffy goodness until just that very moment. It’s like a big cotton-candy gift from heaven. Or maybe the necklace is just cute. Coming soon- the reason I will place this pendant on a bracelet instead of on a chain around my neck. Does EVERYTHING have a meaningful story, you ask. Yes, I answer, let’s just get this out of the way- it does.
I have two floating shift keys. Green. On a circa 1950 R C Allen manual typewriter sitting in the corner behind a chair. The letters are worn off, but that's what my mother called them. It's a whimsical key & floats both over and under the shift lock key on an arm attached to the lock key. Would this be retrotech?
Posted by: Diane | June 23, 2008 at 10:34 AM
I'm 18, and I had to take a typing class in third grade. At least at the elementary school which I attended, all third graders had a take an instructional typing course -- if I remember correctly. I hated it, though, and never really paid any attention.
But now I type 75 to 85 words per minute!
And only using around three to four fingers! No joke. People who have seen me type think it is so weird. Lol.
Posted by: Matthew | June 24, 2008 at 01:05 PM
Why do digressions get such a bad rap? Speaking in digressions allows all to digest a tale of woe or of joy at a proper rate for complete understanding. It's akin to eating a Kit-Kat bar one layer at a time. It lasts longer, gets all over your hands, and requires a good finger-licking (or hand-washing)...whichever suits you better. And, you can even hide a turnip in it, if you so choose!
Posted by: Kris Eve | June 24, 2008 at 02:13 PM
I would be really mad if anyone hid a turnip in anything of mine, because I think turnips are icky.
Wasn't a turnip the central focus of a book called Jitterbug Perfume? Or it might have been a Beet, I can't remember. Someone help me out.
Posted by: Matthew | June 24, 2008 at 05:34 PM
It was a Beet! I love wikipedia.
Posted by: Matthew | June 24, 2008 at 05:36 PM
Diane- I knew I could count on you!
KE- Smooches. I love it that you get me. Unicorn!
Posted by: Trace | June 30, 2008 at 10:59 PM