Through the miracle of modern shopping (see video), my new Gateway laptop arrived yesterday. Oh, I could've shopped and cross-priced mercilessly, checking the latest product info in Consumer Reports and such, but I figure these things are only meant to last a few years anyway. That's all I got out of the last one, right? In three more years I figure laptops will be small enough to wear as earrings and all the technology that arrived yesterday will be obsolete.

When we buy a new computer, we're not purchasing longevity. It's healthier to accept this and move on.

After seven hours setting this thing up, I thought it might be interesting to actually share the steps I go through to do something that sounds, on the surface, so achingly simple, but in reality is not. Besides, I cheated a little on the "How To" assignment by offering up an old post.

Step One: Open the Cow Box and pull out the sparkling new laptop, power cord, battery, and strange conglomeration of free programs so you can later make out your last will and testament while playing golf with Tiger Woods. Plug in the computer, install the battery, turn it on. Lovely. (Time, 5 min.)

Step Two: Get online. This is a no-brainer, especially for those of us with wireless systems. Just click on the little icon in the taskbar, find your wireless network, click to connect. Wait. You need the key (password) this time because the new laptop hasn't been formally introduced to your wireless system. Put in what you think is the network key. Try seven or eight more. Rifle through your desk for that little piece of paper you know you wrote the key on last time. Aha! Wait - that's the key you lost three years ago.

Go to your daughter's computer, find Linksys and try to log on there to find the key. You don't remember that password either, so you click around a bit on the Linksys site to find their phone number. Call Linksys. A helpful guy named Ron will put you on hold several times, make you crawl around underneath your daughter's computer to get numbers off of things, then walk you through a password change that sounds a lot like writing a master's thesis for Advanced DOS. This time you write the new key down on something important and carry the piece of paper like the Hope Diamond back to the new laptop. Enter the key and sign on. Voila! (Time, 45 min.)

Step Three: Time to download. Go get a cup of coffee first. Add a little Bailey's. And then a touch more. You've done this before, so remember to keep your expectations low. Breathe deeply, then attend first to the volcanic eruption of insistent popup messages from your taskbar. Java, Norton, Windows, whatever - they all want to whisper in your new laptop's ear and they want it done now. Click and sip. (Time, 15 min.)

Now install all the programs you really care about - Firefox, Adobe Creative Suite, Microsoft Office, Novell Groupwise (email at work), and such. There are others, nifty little things such as Poladriod and whatever looks interesting from the free programs that came in the Cow Box. Family Tree? You bet. Make a list of online downloads and stack up those cds. Start the first one and refill your coffee. Repeat. Click and sip. (Time, 2 hrs. 35 min.)

Step Four: Now it's time to add the good stuff. If you're lucky, shortly before your old laptop started to sing Taps you had the foresight to powersave all your precious documents and pictures to a reliable flash drive. If you're unlucky, this step is replaced with hours and days of back and forth to friends, old work computers, and tearful, heavenward pleas. Bless your heart. Let's assume you were lucky. The alternative is unthinkable.

Transfer everything from the flash drive into its proper place. I always begin with my saved Firefox bookmarks, move deliberately through Word documents, and end with pictures. This sounds easy, but in your panic to save all these precious files there was never any cleaning up. Fine. Just be sure to scan that flash drive for any piggybacking virii or maliciousness first. Then get a little brutal when transferring the squeaky-clean files over.

Did you save all those pictures - you know, the top of someone's head with your crooked finger mysteriously in the lower left corner? Get rid of them now. Any of those document files need updating from Wordstar or worse? Oh dear. Think of those poor people on Dr. Phil who walk sideways through stacks of old newspapers and empty ketchup bottles, the ones hoarding thousands of old butter tubs and groaning closets bursting with Simplicity dress patterns from the 70s. Save yourself and clean out those files. (Time, 3 painful hrs. Maybe more.)

Step Five: Time to hook up the printer. Maybe when you bought your new laptop you also sprang for a fancy new printer/scanner/fax machine. That's how they get us with the one-two punch, especially when we're panicky. If this is you, then no big deal. Follow the bouncing ball and install your shiny new printer.

There are those of us, however, who don't always buy a new dryer just because the washing machine quit. My HP Photosmart works just fine, thank you, and I'm keeping it. The only problem is that the installation cd has dematerialized. Nothing a spanking new laptop shouldn't be able to handle, though. Plug the printer to your new laptop and wait for them to make friends.

Except they don't, do they? No, you're redirected to a frightening website where nothing makes sense. Tech-speak and numbers. Pick up your printer/scanner/whatever and turn it upside down to find the numbers it wants in response. What exactly is a driver? Does it have anything to do with that Tiger Woods game you didn't install? Doesn't matter. Just click where you're supposed to and download it. Eventually, your printer will be installed. How or why just isn't important at this point. Remember - eye on the prize. (Time, 45 min.)

There you go. It only took a little over seven hours to set up the laptop and install all the goodies. You're back in business now, so go email someone, write a blog post, cruise Ebay. You may be sick of the new laptop for a bit. Nothing like Steps 1-5 to take a little glamour out of your big-ticket purchase. You'll feel better tomorrow. I promise

In the meantime pull out one of your old manual typewriters, roll in a sheet of paper, and leave the world behind. (Set up time, 20 seconds, tops.)

This typecast brought to you on a 55 year-old Remington Quiet-Riter that may look exactly like a squatting river toad, but types like it's dancing - even when the typist is an almost-two-year-old with a fascination for the zip and zing of tab, return, tab, return, tab, smash all the keys down, return.

Yes, Virginia, there is more typewriter music. Here's a little bluesy moment for you thunkety-thunk typewriter fans and those who just love Janis. Perhaps there are a few of you out there who are both. Like to download a few songs? Click here and put The Typewriter Tapes on your Ipod. I'll bet Janis never dreamed such a thing was possible.

Good Lord. I think I just resurrected my DJ voice.

Just when I thought it was safe to get back on Ebay, a little search turned up a couple of good finds. I'm talking about that big-ass roll of Kerouacian paper that someone else snagged not long ago. Well, I've found about about 144 more rolls. It's teletype paper.

Take a look HERE for the canary, Army surplus teletype paper (sans carbon).

Peek over HERE for the carbon, multicopy paper rolls with carbon.

This is a good news / bad news situation, though. It seems they're only sold in boxes of 12 right now and the shipping is crazy-high. Not to worry, I've left a note for the seller asking about selling singles. Anyone else interested?

Hey, I'm just here to help.


UPDATE: The seller is willing to part with these individually, so if you're interested, click on the link and contact him. His name is Mike and he sounds delightful.

Note: I finished this one a few weeks ago and was promptly buried underneath piles of freshman essays. Tomorrow I'll be buried under final exams, so there's this window and I'm jumping through it.

I'm going to give it to you straight - The Iron Whim: A Fragmented History of Typewriting has its moments, but is overall Strikethru was right - it's a bit academic for casual reading. Given that it's published by Cornell University Press and that the acknowledgments page thanks his graduate committee for their help, it's likely The Iron Whim is a post-thesis incarnation. It's meant for a different audience and for a much different purpose.

Regardless, I found some bright spots. The chapters on "amanuesis," for example (typewriting and dictation) and the women who, like ghost-machines themselves, entered the work force for paltry wages and changed the definition of "women's work" long before World War II did that in a more permanent way. Good stuff. Men created and women translated. While much is written about business writing and the office-proper, I was much more interested in the discussion of Dracula and how Mina crosses that create/translate line in the novel first by using the typewriter to make her own voice, then by becoming demonic. Nothing like a good techno-feminist reading to make me feel my literary oats again.

On the whole I found the book just as fragmented as the subtitle suggests. All the better to skim and pick, actually. There's a section on machine history that didn't interest me, and the end of the book fell into a hole or two discussing contemporary readings in children's and sci-fi typewriter-themed books. Not my cup of tea, really. There's a chapter early on that discusses Ebay and the cult of nostalgia that should certainly make most of us wince, but in a good way.

We are who we are.

In the end, I didn't fly through The Iron Whim anticipating the next chapter, but it was perfect for recuperative, post-knee-surgery reading. I've honestly spent more time with the bibliography than with the book itself, but I'm funny like that.

Wershler-Henry has an online place, by the way, and he Twitters. Let's just say he's been formally introduced to typecasting now. And that's a good thing, because at the end of The Iron Whim he's made a sort of promise I'd like to see him keep:

"...there are other books to be written about typewriting. At least one of them will be about typewritten concrete and visual poetry, because I'll be writing that next..."

So, hows that new one coming along, Darren? No pressure.