Blast from the past...

...not fit for use today.

Am I starting to seem like that man after marriage who only comes once a month if you're lucky? God knows I have been feeling that these past few months while I try to - never mind. I digress.

Visitors and avid lurkers may have noted my direction and focus on writing & general liberal arts. I felt willing to slip away from the covers of not letting people into my life through photography.

I'm not keen on giving the internet roamers access to more pieces of a puzzle called my life so they can start their perverse hunt for the soul behind the ink (even if it is digital). However, pictorial context is necessary to flesh out the archeological findings I uncovered within my storage unit after helping my parents declutter Mama & Papa's things.

Hidden under some sheets and boxes was an old Underwood Champion typewriter. Sadly, it's well beyond its operative lifespan. It is an amazingly majestic artifact of the Gilded Age of literary drafting. A time before autocorrect & backspace or delete keys, when you felt the tactile indentations of the letters within the keys, the force of your digits produced the leverage to strike each character onto your paper.

This gem also harkened to a time of solitude within a study or room as it was only you, your thoughts, your typewriter & the sounds of your typing as you spilled the inner machinations of your story into your fingertips and onto the page with ribboned ink. There is a very romantic, dare I say literarily erotic aura, which a typewriter commands your attention upon its sight.

Truly, I wish this typewriter from my grandparents was functional to use. Yet - I share here its form for my fellow literary souls who may appreciate the sensual forms of its key sets, feed drum, & strike arms - which once would write worlds onto woven sheets of fiber.

I hope to find an old Smith Corona unit someday that speaks to me & maybe when that day comes, I will have something aged like wine within my conscious to strike to paper. Until then - please enjoy these two photos I took & until next time I see you, my lovelies ~ goodnight!

 

Underwood Champion Typewriter (Manual Operation)

Underwood Champion Key Set and Striker Rack

 

💋P.S. I am in no way an expert on typewriter terminology, so the naming of parts I say are most likely nonsense to true experts.
 

Forcing you to worship my...

 ... King

Below is a clip from Oprah, who I am not a fan of, which comes around the internet at times in my view.

Few artists - few men (Especially in this day & age) have the talent and sheer creative prowess to create good music but also to be an entire band with simple beatboxing.

There are so many complex, happy, sad, & unreal thoughts or feelings I have remembering this god that was outcast by our society that believed a corrupt media that wanted him gone from attention. The man was a humanitarian who did good deeds whether seen nationally or not. People still come to light of Michael doing things for them and helping the helpless, none of which we ever knew because he never wanted it televised or publicized.

It's why I will never stand next to the "modern kings" of music. They can't hold my fucking bra strap compared to the greatness that was MJ.

Please enjoy this gold that came up on Instagram late tonight as I fight insomnia episodes again. Keep an eye on the original post comments about how Prince could play 79 instruments while MJ made endless instruments for himself.

Click the Image to go to the post, the Instagram embed thing doesn't want to work with me and my half awake brain. 

Pillow Talk...

   ...At bedtime

I think I had mentioned this in a prior post; God knows I don't recall all due to the whirlwind of neurological processes in my brain all going at once, the practice of "moonbathing."

So why don't I take this moment of zen listening to my mechanical keyboard keys to talk more about my experience? 

First, I must lead you into this with descriptives of what "moonbathing" is. Bearing in mind that I am no expert and going off of information from my friend who does this much more than me. 

"Moonbathing," put simply, is sleeping with your window coverings open to allow the moonlight to shine indoors and lay upon your body. She advises, for best results, a bed closer to a window that gets lots of moonlight and that you do so nude. 

You have read that last sentence correctly & I hope you perverted readers are at least kind with your imaginative imagery of me nude, but also don't. It's creepy. 

So, I started trying this process as winter arrived & I went head-on with the full-nude option. My first concern was the chill, so I invested in a nice heavy-weighted blanket for my bed. On some of the coldest nights, I was very comfy and sometimes even had to use my lighter blanket because I felt too warm. 

I found myself quickly feeling more rested in the morning & there was an almost surreal feeling from the chill of the winter air on my skin as I undressed at night and the instant warmth of the cloth of my blanket as I tucked into bed. I started using a thinner top bedsheet since the weather has been warmer at night.

I believe there is something about the human body and its ability to sense & determine touch via sensations delivered to our brains. Feeling the softness & weave of your bed linens with parts of your bare body align you with your core existence. It can be considered perverse, primitive, relaxing, or simply awakening.

I scoffed at the idea & the much deeper meanings my friend ordained unto me of this process. My experience of throwing caution to the wind and trying to normalize myself walking nude within my private space before bed has afforded me better sleep, a new appreciation for sitting in my bed to stare at the moon, & a new level of comfort. 

I honestly can recommend this to anyone to try. It also helps with self-image and body image as you must face yourself at your core form. I type this sitting in my bed with my MacBook on my lap, looking at my screen horizon above my bust. My ceiling fan is on tonight with the warmer temps outside & I may start my restful pursuits atop my top sheets and migrate lower if a chill surfaces. 

I know this post was very randomly topical. I apologize for that. I have sadly been lazy and worthless in advance of my life. Many days, I spent working at the diner and then coming home to be a glutton and hibernate in bed watching TV or internet videos. I'm sure many would call this a form of self-care. 

I'm hoping for great days for those of you who come to read my blog. Until next time I post, au revoir ♥!

*  Yes, I had very basic French in High School. 

** I also enjoy pre-bedtime music to fuel possible dreams, which has become more intimate feeling during this process. Plan to vibe again tonight to this Video DJ Set from 1st Place, a Virtual Media company responsible for Vocaloid IA.  Click the image below to check it out yourself!

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