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My first baseball scorecard in ages, but also my first typed scorecard with format courtesy of Lou Spirito of Thirty81 Press. Besides a few examples by Lou himself and one I saw from Tom Hanks on March 29th, I may be the third person doing this?! It pulls together two spectacular pastimes and creates a lot of fun!
Industrial typewriter cleaning
Following the Eaton Fire catastrophe, our house is finally being cleaned. While the duct cleaners were here, I thought I’d break out a dirty Olympia SG3 and use the 175psi air compressor and industrial 300 pound air filtration to “dust” my machine. I now want one of these for the typewriter workshop!
People have previously asked about getting rid of the musty smell that some portable typewriters and their cases can have. Some have asked about ozone treatment, but since there’s a hydroxyl generator in the house for the next week, I thought I’d run a test on my mustiest and smelliest typewriter. Follow up details to come next week.
One of the reasons one doesn’t ship typewriters in packing peanuts without completely first wrapping the typewriter with something first is that the typewriter will be full of packing peanuts by the time it arrives at its destination. Thirty minutes to clean peanuts out of every part of the machine is annoying.
I’ve finally broken a small barrier and am now ranked as typewriter hunter#115 on the Typewriter Database. I have a few machines that should arrive soon which in combination with doing some repairs and uploading some data should help me finally break into the top 100.
My partner got me some roses for Valentines Day. 😍
I’m not sure if it was a general sale or a geofenced one, but I was able to replace many of my Darn Tough socks today. I should have my warm, winter hiking socks well before Eaton Canyon reopens. #AltadenaTough
Tonight, for the first time since January 7th, I made the depressing choice to drive from a friend’s on Lincoln across town on Altadena Drive. The utter devastation of the Eaton Fire is truly ghastly. So much of my town just doesn’t exist anymore. As I got to Altadena Drive and Washington, it began to rain…
This is officially the latest I’ve ever taken down a Christmas tree in my life.
When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king; the palace becomes a circus.
—Turkish proverb
We were allowed back into our neighborhood over the weekend and were excited to find our poor wind battered and smoke damaged house still standing.
Naturally I brought back a daily typewriter, but it was eerie to see what I’d last typed on it two weeks ago just before we had to evacuate.
Spent an hour today cleaning up the case of my Corona Standard and removing some rust from the metal fittings. Some of the material is peeling away from the case and I’m debating whether or not I ought to recover the entire thing—a restoration project I’ve not yet done on any of my machines.
Took it with me to the car wash to blow out all the cobwebs using their air guns. (I’m really hoping for that new air compressor for Christmas.)