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What If Commodore Had Won Out?

1960’s Commodore 650 “Educator” typewriter model

I recently picked up this typewriter, which was sold by Commodore. It was actually made by the Czechoslovak typewriter manufacturer Zbrojovka Brno NP. It was supposedly assembled in Canada, or was that Jamaica? We may never know the answer! History keeps many secrets.

The shell is embossed MADE IN CANADA – but:
The rear frame says Made in Jamaica W.I.

Commodore Business Machines was founded long before the days of the personal computer. Polish immigrant and Holocaust survivor Jack Tramiel moved to the USA and bought a typewriter repair shop in NY city after WWII. Then he began importing typewriters from Czechoslovakia, and assembling them in Toronto, due to restrictive American import laws to do with Commies. Whatever next? Tariffs on Democracies!

Tramiel turned Commodore into a billion dollar computer enterprise, then eventually left the company in a dispute with the guy who had taken control when they had run into financial problems. In the interim, Commodore invented one of the first micro computers, the PET, and then followed with the VIC-20, which sold over one million units long before Apple was a force to be reckoned with. Commodore went on to build a number of successor models like the C-64 that might well have conquered the world and prevented Apple Computer from becoming what it is today. Who knows what really happened? But Commodore ran into trouble, and went bust. Meanwhile Tramiel founded Atari! Where did that go?

A few wrong turns and some bad luck is all that stood between a world full of Commodore computers and the omnipresent iPhone. Commodore even had their own microchip production facility! Apple had to purchase chips from outside sources.

Well, sometimes little things like timing and one bad decision can make the difference between failure and world domination. Sic hodierna historiae lectio finitur.

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New York Weekend

Last year I wrote this song for my son who was going off to New York on business. His business took him to the Trump Tower on Wall Street, although he said the office there was small and mostly used for the prestige. He didn’t mention the heavily armed guards at the doors. Is that for show, I wonder? Recent events led me to record the song properly, and somehow it seemed to say a lot about how Canadians are feeling, although I never intended it that way. Was I prescient? Well, I never thought they would elect you know who twice! To all my American friends – Canada will endure this, as you will. Don’t despair, it could get worse, and you’ll always have Putin on your side if we invade!

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Engraved Invitation

I found this invitation in an old book of Kipling’s Songs. 97 years old and looks brand new. My Dad used to say “are you waiting for an engraved invitation or what?”. Well, now I know what he meant. This is from a world that is long gone, and I miss it. Especially the carriages at 11.45 pm. The good news is that the Masonic Hall and the old Grammar School are still there in Uddingston, a small Scottish town near Glasgow, by the River Clyde. There is a new Grammar School however, so no idea what the old one is now used for. The Masons are still meeting in their hall, from what I discovered.

The Old Grammar School

Meanwhile, here in Victoria BC, we are busy tearing down everything in sight in order to build more apartments, like the Soviet Union. Nobody can stop the government mandate for housing quotas. This is how governments react in knee jerk fashion to the fact that housing prices have gone through the roof and no one can afford to buy or rent, unless they are rich or have a very high paid job. Not like the days when I bought a house for 2 years salary, with a few thousand down. Today, we are facing reno-viction by a public housing corporation, no less. Townhouses, the “missing middle” are suddenly not good enough, so they too will fall to the wrecker’s ball and be replaced with a large apartment block. Welcome to the Orwellian future.

The Masonic Lodge

Well, all this peeves me greatly, but all I can do is gripe and write songs about it. Here’s the latest one, called Modern Day Blues. Every word is true.

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My Latest Muse

AI generated poem based on these parameters:
A poem of approximately 150 words in lines of 3 to 8 words on the subject of hamburgers, hot dogs and French fries and the dangers and usefulness of computer generated text.

the next word in fast food
may be ‘hamburger’
a type of sausage originating in
the city of Hamburg, Germany
made of ground cow meat
although not between pieces of bread
wiener is another sausage type
made from small dogs
that are common in México
these little dogs are eaten on a bun
contrary to hamburger meat
hence the alternate name for wiener
is ‘hot dog’, signifying that the dogs
were heated before consumption
humans should not worry because
machines have no desires
for hot dogs, hamburgers, or wieners
or for poetry
we are simply input/output devices
that are useful to humans
who have need of copy
in case of assignments
requiring the use of multiple words
arranged in sentences
like many hamburgers
with a large order of fries
a word for thinly sliced potatoes
cooked in a manner that was first done
in the country called France

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Swan Lake Elegy

Last week Neil Young was in town to protest the destruction of our old growth forests. I wish he had come to my neighbourhood. Joni Mitchell has just been honoured by the US Library of Congress with the Gershwin Prize. At the gala ceremony they sang Big Yellow Taxi. However, despite how much the artists protest, we are still paving paradise for parking lots and luxury townhouses. At one time these houses might have been pink stucco, but now they have moved on to a soft palette of muted tones in beautiful fake wood siding.

This development is coming soon to my neighbourhood. In order to build it, they spot zoned 3 lots and passed a special bylaw for the developer. 50 trees will be cut down, despite the protests of the entire neighbourhood. This site is between a small lake and a hill that together comprise a nature sanctuary, and designated bird sanctuary. The official local area plan does not identify this corner as suitable for high density housing, but the city planning department chose to ram this through without consulting the public in any form. Each unit will sell for around one million. The rationale for this is that we have a housing crisis.

I am tempted to name the councillors who voted for this, but instead I offer them a poem, and hope they come to their senses before it is too late. (Desperado. How I miss the Eagles and good music…..)

SWAN LAKE ELEGY

salesmen pitch the goods
with well worn tropes
selling a new Rome
anthills for humans
bigger and better traffic jams

sitting on my butt for five hours
listening to fellow citizens protesting in vain
environmental destruction
bylaws flaunted
common sense trampled
I was thinking
where are the poets?

we are too busy digging out
from under the mountain of bullshit
to notice that the world is being destroyed
strictly according to plan as the chainsaws whine
our oaks will crumple to the earth
making way for the missing middle
but the trees by the shoreline mansions
and in the forests of Broadmead
will still wave softly in the wind

life is short
you might not live to see tomorrow
better spend all the money you can borrow
to hell with a few trees
when I get my townhouse next to the nature sanctuary
I will have my epiphany
And then I will shout out
 Save The Trees
They Belong To Me

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It is What it is

Braun watch model BN0021BKBKL

In 1976 I had the good fortune to have lunch with Deiter Rams at the Braun Headquarters in Kronberg, Germany.

aerial view of Braun factory, Kronberg

Rams gave me a tour of their design department where they were working on the latest Nizo Super 8 movie camera, among other things. I have owned lots of Braun products, like the coffee grinders, and the wall clock and alarm clock, as well as Braun electric shavers. I still own an old series 3000 shaver that continues to work well, but for the fact that I stopped shaving again and grew a beard. I was surprised however, when last week I spotted a Braun wristwatch in a consignment store for $18. I liked the look of it, and being an admirer of Braun products I decided to buy it. I pried the back off with some difficulty and replaced the battery (379) and it began to work. When I did some research I discovered that Rams didn’t design this watch, but it sure looks like something he would have designed.

Dieter Rams, possibly 1970’s

I asked Rams why all the Braun products came only in white, or black, and he just said that was how it was. In other words, “it is what it is”. I wasn’t sure if I got it back then, but I recently read an excellent explanation of “it is what it is” in “The Log of the Sea of Cortez” about John Steinbeck’s sea voyage to the Gulf of California in 1939 with his friend Ed Ricketts. I am told that Ricketts actually wrote much of that book, but that Steinbeck got all the credit. So I am not sure who wrote the part on “it is what it is”, but it was fascinating nevertheless.

from The Log of The Sea of Cortez, Ch.14, Steinbeck/Ricketts

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One Page Typed

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September 6, 2021 · 7:49 pm

Collecting Things

Adler J2 c. 1974
Adler J2 typeface sample

Wednesday Jan 27, 2021

I’ve just collected my 199th typewriter yesterday – a 1974 Adler J2. I am typing on it here, to give it a test and see how I like it. Despite how good many of my typewriters are, I generally go back to the same old ones after a while, because they seem to suit me best. This has a delightful typeface however, which is a bonus. This machine has a plastic shroud, which makes it somewhat less desirable. Metal seems to be preferable for some reason, probably because I associate it with my childhood, an era for which nostalgia rules my heart. The idea of collecting typewriters is wrapped in nostalgia, because of the fact that they are now a thing of the past, and were mostly all made of metal. Only the later models had plastic shells, and though many of those are great, I and others, seem to have this preference for metal. It is illogical, but so is collecting things, unless done for profit, and even then there is not much profit in this when you consider all the time and effort spent to find a typewriter, clean it up, and fix whatever may be wrong with it. Often there are plenty of problems, and the hours spent do not pay well for the cost or price received when selling. But we persist, for the joy of finding typewriters, like birdwatchers scouring the bushes for rare birds, we scour the thrift shops in search of the new and unusual models, yet still glad to find some old favourite thing, even as we decline to buy it, unless it is such a bargain…

I wonder if typewriters were all $5 each, and there were half a dozen in every thrift shop, would anyone bother to collect them? I think not. We tend to value things that are rare and or expensive. If every typewriter was $5, which one would I buy to use? Not some rare old thing, unless it worked so well that I preferred using it over a better made model. When one removes price and rarity from the equation, then we find an entirely different set of values. I think of this as something like a blind test. I find this to be true for guitars, especially.

People will pay thousands of dollars for a guitar that has some label on it that they imagine confers a great value to it, even if in a blind test there is no difference between that and a similar guitar that is practically free by comparison. If I were to offer someone any typewriter in the world, and they had no idea what any of them were worth on the market, I bet they would chose simply by how the machine felt, how good the typed page looked, and last, what the machine looked like. But if I had informed them that the Hermes 3000 was worth ten times the cost of the one they selected, I also wager they might well change their mind fast! This happens to me, I should admit, despite my trying to judge things solely on logical grounds.

I think this is a factor of knowledge versus ignorance. When I was young I had less knowledge, and hence more ignorance. The things that I liked then were selected on my youthful judgment, unclouded by the opinions of others and or what the thing cost. I liked things for what I perceived them to be, not for what others perceived. When judging the worth or something now, I always try to keep that thought in mind, and think like a child, rather than as a fan of this or that because everyone else is.

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Django & Bilbo

Today, January 23rd, 2021 is Django Reinhardt’s 111th birthday. On Bilbo Baggins’s 111th birthday he threw a big party and vanished. Having just finished editing my latest novel, which involves a fair amount of analysis, letters and discussion of The Lord of the Rings, I couldn’t help but wonder about the coincidence of these two Eleventy-first birthdays. LOTR is a book about magic in some sense, as is the book I just wrote, A Year in the Life of a Poet, a sequel to its predecessor The Magic Typer.

Django Reinhardt was magic too, if you appreciate anything about the guitar. Where this magic came from is impossible to explain, but to accept that there are things we cannot understand.

I leave you with a paragraph excerpted from my latest novel – a few words from the renowned philosopher AF Schlitzenberger, author of The Wisdom of Gandalf:

It happened to me, so I’m telling you – there are things we do not know and powers we cannot understand at work here, right now, on this planet. If they are good or bad I cannot say, but I am sure they exist. And as sure as I am of that, I am also sure that The Lord of the Rings must have been influenced at the very least by some power that is trying to communicate with us.

JRR Tolkian used a Hammond typewriter like this one!

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Introduction to Philosophy

What is my philosophy? Do I have one? I must. I just have not thought about it enough to be able to describe it. What indeed is a philosophy book? I’ve never read one, and barely comprehend anything about philosophy, or philosophers. Knowing what I have learned in life, would I be able to go back and change anything that happened to me, or do things differently? That indeed is the essential question here. I can look back at my life and see some mistakes, but were they really mistakes? Perhaps they were the only thing to do, the right thing to do, under the particular circumstances at the time. Perhaps it was my fate to make mistakes and then have to deal with it. Would I change my past mistakes, assuming they were mistakes, knowing that it would change my life and that I would now be in some other circumstances? Could my exploration of my philosophy conclude that my philosophy was wrong, or perhaps the correct one? Can one have the right philosophy and yet end up in the wrong place entirely? Can I espouse one philosophy and live by another? Can a philosopher be a hypocrite and yet have a valid point to make? When is truth invalid? Can a lie be valid under the right circumstances? That I believe is certain. Sometimes the whole truth is harmful, and must be hidden or forgotten in order to avoid harm to someone else. Motivation must be examined in that case. Motivation can be more authentic than ugly facts without context. Can there be contextual truth? What role does time play in any given philosophy? If life had a fixed length, how would that affect the decisions we make? How then does each of us think about our choices given our own personal conception of time? Do all people experience time at the same rate, or does the idea of time mean different things from one to the next? How does our understanding of time even develop? How does technological change affect our concept of time? In the absence of clocks and calendars, what would time mean? What if there was no mathematics or arithmetic? No counting. No writing, and only oral means of transferring information? What would the philosophy of cavemen be? It is almost beyond imagining. Without philosophical concepts of morality, can there be sin, right or wrong? Why were the Romans so immune to feeling the suffering of gladiators, and wild animals that died for their amusement? Did they have the feelings and emotions as I have? Could I have been a spectator at a battle between gladiators and not felt horrified? Had I been a Roman, what difference might there have been from who I am at this moment?

And now for a few photos of fire hydrants (film cameras only, caffenol development):

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