After dreaming of my old IBM Selectric, close encounters with typing machines have become amplified, like some kind of knock-knock homage to a vintage methods of recording thoughts. These machines pop up at unexpected places. A Smith Corona in a pastel portable case. A replica of the manual on which I learned to bang keys in my grandmother’s office at the Bank of America.
The masterful ‘art’ piece shown in the accompanying photograph garnered my attention on a recent road trip through Baja. It rests – it’s final spot to be sure – on a table outside “Coco’s Corner” – an iconic stop well known to off-road racers on the still-dirt section of Mex 3.
So the Selectric as art … this one, complete with an advertisement … baking in the hot sun. Now if only I could find a sheet of paper that might fit that roller ….