White like the page
Letters black
Mimic ink
Connection lost along the way
Lever, bell, carriage sway
Ribbon spool keeping pace
Now empty space, a wake of silence
Charm falling prey to science
The digital age
Update, conform, replace
Tag Archives: Technology
I’m the lost wonder of a world less connected
Remnant of the last millennium
A time when questions outweighed answers
Adventures laid in ink
Witness to the change
Digital age
Endless links
Now guided to discovery
No mystery
More decisions taken from me
Interference
The ever expanding page
Modern day magic
Data received, signal sent
Destined to fade, but growing ’til then
I transmit myself, trying to defend
Life
Finite band
Transference
Outlive the skin
I’ve been working on a few projects, and one thing led to another. I’m now in the process of repairing a Commodore 1702 monitor. The sound board is dead, plus the colours are off. It should be fine once I replace all the capacitors, then fine tune the potentiometers. The VIC-20 responded well to being recapped, so I’m looking forward to seeing how this turns out.
Deaf ears, blind eyes and the like.
—– I used to have a seemingly bottomless well of patience with the world at large, but it’s all but dried up in the last few years. Feels that no matter what happens, no matter what’s said, things just get worse. When did society as a whole lose its’ way so completely? Was it always this bad before global communications became commonplace? I spend a lot of time thinking on such things, wondering if there’s some corner of the world that’s untouched by this modern condition.
Change of pace.
I’ve been repairing and collecting consoles, controllers, accessories and games this last month. Perhaps something of a midlife crisis, but it’s been fruitful. Any boxed item in this picture is actually in the box, with everything included (even the paperwork). The Action Set and the Super Nintendo are both in near mint condition regarding the actual hardware, though the cardboard has aged in the way that most does. Since coming into my care and being worked on, this photo was the first time they’ve been out of their climate controlled, sealed containers. Something inside me really disliked setting it all out on the carpet, regardless of having vacuumed and dusted. I’ve still got to clean the shells of a couple systems, so I suppose I’m off to do that. Luckily all the soldering is out of the way for now. I hope everyone else’s month has been as productive, even if the world is set against you.
Warm Regards,
J.C.L
No Signal
I never truly stop, I’m not lost
I’m self contained
I’ve always got something that I want to pen to page
My endless, ageless passion
I cannot count the times I’ve been labeled as “old fashioned”
Keys crashing with echoes of antiquity
Lost with my typewriter; a gift that’s all too dear to me
My way to be connected, though often hid away
Mechanical extension
Carriage, bell and tape
Infinite Brink
My mind will not cease and I’m fresh out of paper
The electronic age is a demon and a savior
Data seems so limitless, invisible to eye
One day it will collapse, all is lost on the inside
Tried and true methods, set in stone
Such as ink
They make me feel at home
Not upon some endless brink
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