A Self-Check-in On: Ambitions

Now that I am the guardian of a typewriter, I feel a strong responsibility to place my hands upon it and plunk at the keys to write something extraordinary — perhaps a manifesto on the evolution of human hands and how their attached body cannot use the restroom if they are not gripping onto a mobile device. Yes, that could be the move one day, but this is what I got instead: a self-check-in on my ambitions as they stand in January of 2017. Implied is the goal to figure out how to use a typewriter without sweating.


What does your Actual Self smell like? Mine smells like toast.