BESPOKE and THE EMPTYING OF AN IMMACULATE TRUNK
A coalition of environmental
effects lends, unto the
breach, majesty and mundanity—
-from Bespoke
A Stench Blossom by Any Other Name: Adventures in Branding a Small Business
Lisa: “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Bart: Not if you called 'em “stench blossoms.”
Homer: Or “crapweeds.”
Marge: I'd sure hate to get a dozen crapweeds for Valentine's Day. I'd rather have candy.
Homer: Not if they were called “scumdrops.”
-The Simpsons
Mid-Year Reflections: A Pause for August — by Natascha (NET LLC Investor & Matt’s Loving Wife)
As we head into the final stretch of our first year in business, we wanted to take a moment to reflect, regroup, and share a bit about what’s been going on behind the scenes at New England Typewriter, LLC (NET).
Riding the Hasselhoff: A Review of ONE MAN’S WILDERNESS
“I’m a man who discovered the wheel, and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn. That’s the kind of man I am.”
-Will Ferrell as Ron Burgundy (Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy)
A.I., Originality, and a Plea to the Class of 2025
“We watched as our favorite teachers turned from GRUMPY OLD MEN to GRUMPIER OLD MEN[…]”
Trying Real Hard to Be the Shepherd: A Review of CINEMA SPECULATION
“I’m hungry. Let’s get a taco.”
-Mr. White (Harvey Keitel), Reservoir Dogs
Full-Bodied Allegory: A Review of FLATLAND
Where Flatland really hits its stride is in Square’s interdimensional travels.
Better Than Buncombe: A Review of THE VINTAGE MENCKEN
I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey.
-H. L. Mencken
Reading, Empathy, and the Operation of a Small Business
In order to fix typewriters, I have to care about them. In order to care about them, I have to use them. In order to use them, I have to know how to write. In order to know how to write, I have to read. In order to read, I have to absorb.
“Attention, Kmart Shoppers…”
Gifts, unless plucked from a list of foregone “wants,” are expressions of what one person thinks another to be. It’s almost a kind of game, in which people are thrust, by holiday or hindsight, into attempting to define another by who they believe that person is, inside.
Maternity (Part I)
Happenstance births providence
as a pine tree,
its boughs bent
and overloaded with
so many morsels
of weightless pressure.
