It’s not just the dainty pressing of keys we’re talking about, and none of those pansy wrist pads are involved. We’re talking real, blood-circulating, bone-strengthening snapping on the machine. We’re talking about the sweep and thump of the carriage after each line, the bing of the bell adding a little music. We’re talking exercise not just for the fingers and hands, but for the heart and mind. Simply put, I type to stay physically fit and to maintain a healthy lifestyle.
I use typewriters because I like their names. Don’t throw your high-tech Millennium terminology at me, like Microsoft (something very small, and very soft?), Multiscan 1705, SyQuest, Aip drives, Ram Doubler 2000 or Trinitron 300 ES (a bad sci-fi movie?). Give me the old names, those regal, elegant names that are fun to pronounce and have small, manageable numbers: Remington 2, Royal De Luxe 5, Penncrest Caravelle 10, Smith-Corona Classic 12. —Bill Meissner —Tribute to the Typewriter (The Classic Typewriter)