One Of The Type

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People have their own distinctive ways to inhale their pleasures. Some people sing, some dance (some other do martial arts --which to some extent, I think are dances, too), some draw, some do yoga, not to mention some others would come up with other means that may never even remotely cross our minds. Some are more enviable than others, like those musically-talented bastards who are lucky enough to be able to explore the beauty of sounds. Some are puzzlingly ironic, like those whose impulse are just to give and give and give (from which they --ironically to their admitting-- get priceless happiness). In all their forms, These means bring overwhelming feelings, even magic, to their beholders. Everyone has one, at the very least. And each act, is a breath of fresh air.

Me, I type. Always at random time (and for this I’m always on stand-by mode), some characters in movies, authors whose books I’m reading, artists whose songs creep through my black earphones, mentors whose companions I enjoy, or even a slurry, sloppy, reckless friends in casual encounters manage to pull some seriously magic words out their hats. When those random-timing magic words make their appearances, I type them down.

There is a hidden musical properties in typing, noticeable when bumping to commas, periods, exclamation, etc. What was already beautiful in speeches, I want to hear them also in keyboard-races clicks. When the rhythm of the speech and the clicks are in-sync, some invisible connections are made (and human beings, I suspect, are just suckers for any kind of connections). No one would speak my sentiment better than comedian Jerry Lewis does in his classic 1963 movie Who’s Minding The Store (It still cracks me every time I see it. It is also possible that I fall for typing when the first time seeing him do this when I was 12).




Source: YouTube
Channel: orsobruco

Particularly on this I’m quite possessive; I say no to copy-pasting. The processes matter much more than the end results so I don’t want any operating system --Windows, Mac, nor Linux, not even the upcoming Google’s Chromium-- does such an errand for me. Hobby is never about efficiency. It’s about the guilty pleasure of redundancy (although I still think that backspace key is just the greatest gift).

The fingers. What a sight. These moves are my personal equivalent of dancing. In fact, these are dances. For us the introverts, us the reserved, our frantic fingers moving under the choreography of ideas are the closest thing we got to dancing. Don’t be fooled with our calm postures. Those fingers, if you look closely, shows what’s in the head, and what in the head is rock ‘n roll. And about the rest of our posture: there is no sight more fundamental in gender than a male species completely absorbed with their toys (boys will be boys).

So far, what stands before me and my finger dance is the time it takes for a computer booting up (Wouldn’t be nice if laptop just “blink on” the second we push the power button?). I heard that Google’s upcoming OS Chromium, aside from an operating system with its online magic workings, will offer immediate boot-up feature. Until then, when over-timely boot-up is not preferred, the already available qwerty cellphone will just have to do. At least the two thumbs can have their days, and two out ten is not that bad of a deal after all.

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* picture source: i forgot --with the hope for forgiveness from the owner of the picture)
* here's one of the typing-frenzy
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