Ray and Charles Eames and IBM were the first to introduce to me a pretty humanist understanding of the scale of the universe (both external and internal). The titles of the reading material the couple had were not lost on me in 1978, and it was this film which caused me to bug my grandmother into buying me a subscription to Scientific American that Christmas. You remember when magazine subscriptions were a cool gift to give a kid? I do. :D
DJ Shadow’s 1999 “Goodwill” Tour.
The last cigarette smokers in America were located in a box canyon south of Donner Pass in the High Sierra by two federal tobacco agents in a helicopter who spotted the little smoke puffs just before noon. One of them, Ames, the district chief, called in the ground team by air-to-ground radio. Six men in camouflage outfits, members of a crack anti-smoking joggers unit, moved quickly across the rugged terrain, surrounded the bunch in their hideout, subdued them with tear gas, and made them lie face-down on the gravel in the hot August sun. There were three females and two males, all in their mid-forties. They had been on the run since the adoption of the Twenty-eighth Amendment.
– Garrison Keillor “End of the Trail”
Great typeface, and I also know and enjoy that little film.
Good luck spanking — er, crushing the monkey.
Those were great films, especially the one about their 901 space. Very inspiring to have something like that for oneself.
Fascinating video about the 901 workspace. I had no idea they were a husband and wife team. Left me a bit introspective as well.
And good luck kicking the monkey!
Good luck, Ted. They work!
Can you take some very fine needle nose pliers, and use them to spread the wires holding the type ball to the shaft? The other solution would be to drill a very small hole into knurled area where the tab was attached, the put a nail into the hole for a lever handle
oh, I got it out already. Broke off the plastic enough to just yank the pin out the front. It’s not difficult, just annoying. (: