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semioticapocalypse · 1 month
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Robert Doisneau. Typist. Square du Vert-Galant. Paris. 1947
I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk
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backroad-life · 5 months
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Credit: Daria Kraplak
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rexshadaoart · 1 year
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A Giraffe Typist
It was done for a class project, but I find the giraffe very applicable in many situations. Namely a metaphor for busy writing all day.
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kyuusei-shadowleaf · 8 months
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Apologies [OOC]
The writer has been gone for over a week for some very OOC, very personal IRL matters that consumed all attention. While back, there's still likely to be some distraction in the weeks to come. But there are also some good things in the queue:
Answers to recent asks
Artwork from the wonderful @lemongrace
A short to loosely wrap up TOA and introduce a new OC.
Planning to have the asks and short done before Sept. 5th, because there are some story ideas percolating from the upcoming patch - and gotta set those up!
No pressure.
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higherentity · 6 months
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vintagepromotions · 2 years
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‘Equipment is Precious!’
World War II homefront poster reminding the public to properly care for and maintain office and other equipment to save resources (1943).
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cucumberlover99 · 9 months
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My fingertips are hard so when I type there's a tapping noise as they hit the screen.
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a-midnight-duel · 9 months
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Anonymous typing
It's July 31st, 2023
As of late I've been trying to get some of my thoughts down on paper and I've found it so... difficult! It's been so intimidating!
It's like my brain heard my plea to get things done "properly" and automatically started malfunctioning! I've been struggling so much with perfectionism, AKA the grappling fear of FKCNG up. So much so, I've been too scared to even get started.
So this is me, typing at midnight, saying FCK it! I'll vomit my thoughts onto this page and not look back. I'll vent, scream and probably cry a little while typing my confessions in the anonymity (sort of) of the internet.
Whoever you may be, dear reader, you're welcome to join on this strange journey into the wordy unknown.
Wishing you the least number of nightmares as possible, I bid you good night!
Sincerely,
Your anonymous Typist
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virtuadmin · 11 months
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A manual typist with years of experience. Get in touch for audio transcription or text-to-text copy typing. pph.me/virtuadmin
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scotianostra · 1 year
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On November 8th 2001 Dorothy Dunnett, the cult Scottish novelist, died.
The writer of intricate and meticulously researched historical novels, she attracted a devoted following with her multi-volume sagas. Her novels included the million-word Lymond Chronicles, in six volumes, which covered 15 years in the life of a 16th-century Scottish aristocrat, Francis Crawford of Lymond, she followed that with the eight-part prequel The House of Niccolò.
Aficionados of the Dunnett epics formed their own societies, meet regularly at international conferences, and swap theories about the puzzles and the sub-plots that the author sewed so carefully throughout the developing storylines. They are also a protective bunch which I found out in my last post about the author, being pulled up for a previous post that was slightly wrong!
Dunnet also wrote a novel about the real Macbeth called King Hereafter, and a series of mystery novels centred around Johnson Johnson, a portrait painter and roving agent for British Intelligence, it showed her versatility as a writer.
An only child, Dorothy went to James Gillespie’s High School for girls, where she overlapped with Muriel Spark, and was taught by Miss Kay, the model for Jean Brodie. She discovered a talent for painting, and contemplated a career as an artist, but war broke out, and at the age of 18 she went to work as a, typist.
Only after the death of her father, which caused her great misery, did her husband suggest that she take up writing. She began researching the childhood of Mary Queen of Scots, and invented a character, Francis Crawford of Lymond, a dashing Scots mercenary, who travelled widely, visiting the French and English courts, caught up in intrigues across 16th- century Europe.
The Game of Kings, her first novel, was rejected by English publishers because it was considered too long, but was spotted in New York by Lois Cole, who had published Gone With the Wind. It came out in 1961 and was an instant best-seller, marking the beginning of a remarkable fictional journey, which took Dunnett round the world in pursuit of historical detail.
Dunnett, tempted her fans with buried clues and red herrings that keep them reading and rereading the books, indeed I had a comment on a post I made last year that on rereading they would often find certain parts that they somehow missed first time around. 
Although she led a busy life, her favourite relaxation was sitting in their Morningside home, with a glass of malt whisky, discussing the day’s events, sounds good to me!
As with many of our writers, Dorothy Dunnett is remembered in Makars Court, the stone bears her name, her coat of arms, and a brief quote from one of her books “Where are the links of the chain … joining us to the past”.
Dorothy Dunnett died on this day in 2001 after a short illness; she was 78 years old.
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scrollsofhumanlife · 2 years
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Sisters Verna M. Woolfolk-Sloan and Elizabeth Eloise Wells nee Woolfolk
Verna B. December 16th 1925 and Eloise B. December 21st 1924 in Providence, Kentucky
Their paternal grandparents, both former slaves, established the Woolfolk School after the Civil war, the first Black secondary school in Kentucky for children of former slaves.
Verna worked as director of equal opportunities at Ford Ord and Fort McArthur. In 1956, she began her career in civil service as a clerk typist in a typing pool, previously working at the Ford Ord Laundry with Eloise. She attended Monterey Peninsula College, received her B.A and Masters in Business Admin. at Golden State U, and completed her Ph.D in Organizational Psychology at International U. She was deeply involved in her community and dedicated to equal opportunity.
Eloise worked as an agent then District Manager for Mammoth Life Insurance Company, one of USA’s first Black insurance companies. She was a child prodigy pianist, playing songs she heard on the radio at three-years old, with no piano lessons. She later became a pianist and music director for several churches. The sisters were long-time residents of the Monterey Peninsula, California settling first in Seaside in 1956 and later Marina.
Seaside, California
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"Then there are those kisses when we love someone we want to show our undying love for someone," Edgar said. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. "Then there is the passionate kiss, filled with fiery devotion and excitement," He told her. Before Orbelle could even mutter a word before Edgar picked her up and set her down on the desk. He cupped her cheeks and gave her a deep. Invigorating kiss before pulling away to take a breath. "But those kisses usually lead to something else..." He uttered to her.
(Excerpt from Part Two)
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cebil · 1 year
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i received this typewriter as a birthday gift after a whole year spent searching for a working one that was affordable and compact enough for my workspace — super excited to start working on a few projects i’ve had on the brain for a while <3
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giffypudding · 1 year
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Too much work
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imaginationtherapy · 2 years
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According to my typing speed, I'm either a "gamer, coder, or genius".
None of the above. You forgot "amateur writer and fanficiton author".
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project-mabs · 20 days
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