Typewriter: Meet The Authors 2018

meet the authors typesheet

This collective typesheet has been laying in wait since a Meet The Authors event on San Juan Island, last August 8/2018! And lo, the treasure is released.

Leaving a note here that I’m no longer affiliating with the group called Authors of the San Juan Islands, though they will continue to have a presence representing some local authors.

The energy investment balance doesn’t fit well with the things I already have going, and I was also told that voicing my concerns with rapidly changing layers of policy was a group disturbance. Regarding an accusation, I attest that there is at least one embroidered detail in the account as it was last relayed to me, and I am willing to discuss that with anyone who wishes further knowledge.

I will continue to support various local community organization, and serve as a touchpoint for other individuals on creative journeys. We can brainstorm strategies and celebrate milestones over a sip, as I love to see ideas reach fruition! I hope for anyone exploring their creative social network, that one bad group or personal chemistry doesn’t convince them that they’re out of options toward a calling.

My work (Bones of Starlight novels & beyond) can be found locally at the Library, Griffin Bay Bookstore, by order/appointment, and occasional consignment options. Everywhere else, I am carried by the major online channels and can be found or requested at your own fine bookstore, while of course specials & exclusives are available at my personal events.

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Hermes 3000 Repair 9/18

This article, and the typewriter repair I enacted, is a matter of devotion to tools of craft and heritage. So it is the first linked posting to my new social media author page, created to adapt to a policy change.

I’m posting this online because actual repair experience is one of the best home teachers, and if one more wonderful Hermes 3000 stays ticking, so much the better for the words coming through it. Articles that helped me in this process:

http://offountainpenstypewriters.blogspot.com/2012/05/this-is-rounded-bocy-hermes-3000-taken.html

http://typewriter.boardhost.com/viewtopic.php?id=2524

http://site.xavier.edu/polt/typewriters/hermes3000.pdf

Here’s the story of how it got injured:
https://bonesofstarlight.com/2018/08/31/typewriter-repair/
The luck of it was where it hit the ground – on the one part of the cover case that has plenty of space between it and the actual typewriter, where it bends over the keys. The mechanisms took a shock, but not a direct impact.

The trouble:

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Replace: platen = carriage.
The space bar would shudder as I moved the carriage back and forth. It felt like, and was, a gear problem. In my search string I called it a spacing problem.

… the bars are in the light, not on the paper.

First, a list of every little tool I used during this journey of discovery. This was further than I’d ever taken apart my typewriter before. I made use of toolsets that drew from various arts I practice, including collage, sculpture, jewelry, and general home improvement. I also bought a few things new, like the simple long screwdriver, headlamp, & 3-part oil. This repair kit could give a decent chance of success.

X-Acto knife
curved clay pick
toothpicks
cardstock
cotton swabs
Barge cement glue
brown paper towels
street sweeper tie
9″ 3/16 flathead screwdriver
2″ masking tape (for screws)
scrap paper
toothbrush
stiff-bristle auto detailing brush
hot water for cleaning
leather hole punch
leather-cutting scissors
headlamp
stacks of my own books & sheet foam for stand (can use even stacks of cut 2×4)
pen for notes
3-in-1 Oil
6-pc precision screwdriver set (3/32″ & 1/16″)
needlenose inside-grip tweezers
a pillow

THE REPAIR

I’ll go picture-by-picture. Before I embarked on this, I laboriously typed one more sentence onto my book manuscript so that if the typewriter never properly typed again, that would be the last thing it did.

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I removed the carriage.

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This was the only apparent gearing mechanism that seemed as though it could be the culprit. As I went along I removed the ancient dusty crud in the typewriter by swabbing surfaces with a clean, dry Q-tip (eraser shavings? tiny fibers? so this had been used well, after all). This was actually my first time removing the carriage.

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I used my screwdriver to rotate these tabs, and the carriage lifted out. I used the advice of an article to slightly depress the position-locking buttons on the sides of the carriage while doing it.

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Not knowing precisely how this was going to go, I undid the front screws on the upper housing (one is visible between 3 and 4). This ended up being an advanced step for later.

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To get better access and views into this gearing component, I removed this separation plate. 2 screws. I kept track of my screws by placing them head-down in their oriented positions on a flat loop of masking tape on the table, with each pair of screws labeled to its origin. All pairs were tiny but distinctly different.

Peering in. Made the decision to get the covers off so I could view from below and all possible angles. Had never fully taken the covers off before, only the feet.

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I positioned upside-down on a pillow that would cradle it while I set to.

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Here with the feet removed, placed around the screw tape in orientation, as you can see in the upper right corner. Don’t use that kind of metal bristle brush, I didn’t list it because when I used it to clean off the underside of the ribbon cover it left faint scratching. Use the stiff plastic bristles instead.

Yes – I put stickers on my Hermes 3000, so that if we ever became tragically separated, someone might be able to divine the clues to its true home. In these islands (San Juan Islands), where that brewery is located (Island Hoppin’), the Cutthroat Pirates are known (but are on San Juan Island not Orcas Island), and if the typewriter can come to them, it can come back to me. In theory.

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Bottom removed, unlatching it from the space key. Innards still braced inside housing.

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The bottom inside in dirty condition, before brushing off the dirt, and cleaning off what looks like a little mouse piddle with a q-tip dipped into some freshly boiled water (avoiding unecessary use of strong solvents). This was in someone’s aunt’s attic before it came to me via the etsy marketplace, for a very reasonable price at half current typewriter shop retail, in completely working condition. I, too, became someone’s aunt since acquiring this. I’ve had Tris, this particular Hermes 3000, for five years already as my sole typewriter, and at this point had typedited two full novels with me.

Foreshadowing: the cutout in the padding showed that someone else had done the same kind of careful repair that I was doing now.

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Here’s my screwtape.

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I happened to have new copies of my newest edition of the first volume of the trilogy on hand, and it was the best thing I could find in studio to create two level blocks with space in between. I kept them nice with this foam sheet packaging. I normally choose more eco-friendly packaging in my life, but this roll of foam has served many purposes.

The space between the block stands meant that I could reach up from underneath while I looked in from above. This was when I realized that the problem had gone away, and the gear & teeth were operating smoothly with appropriate spacing. I could move the gear with my thumb, and it sounded like the easy clicking I’m used to, and the space bar didn’t shudder.

From seeing what had been pressing on what and clicking against what in there as I tested that moving gear during each stage, there was a lever pushing on a tooth that was shutting a necessary miniscule gap and interfering with the gear. The lever was pushing on the tooth because of pressure on its elbow from the bottom cover, which was bowing increasingly with age.

The problem hadn’t much to do with the knock it took, except that it had popped the bow of the bottom cover up just a fraction of a millimeter more. I pressed the elbow up and created the problem. I stopped pressing it and the problem was no more.

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Looking at the felt padding inside the bottom again, I traced any mechanical impressions worn into it, and located the spot that corresponded to placement of the guilty elbow. There was a newer, faint, not-too-deep impression there to match. I poked four dots around this impression, the corners of the patch of padding I would excise.

… similar to the patch excised already!

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Four dots, upper left-ish.

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Patch cut by X-Acto & pried up with clay tool. Glued in a piece of cardstock to add a minimized protective layer, using Barge cement glue which can be pried up.

(There was a power outage when I started this article and the lights just came back on when I got to this part!)

Feeling happy & hopeful, I took a moment to photograph the inside with a refraction viewer I had just picked up for a quarter. You can see that I had replaced the separation plate inside now that the problem in the gears had vanished. There were a couple other things to address on the way to reassembly.

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The two screws from the front of the housing (remember those?) had once had a sort of threaded plastic double-washer. One had fully fragmented, and crumbled when I took off the housing, unable to be pieced back together. When I assessed what sort of gasketing material I could use to replace the washer effect, I noticed that the patch I had cut out from the padding was of appropriate thickness, and there was exactly enough to create two washers to align inside and outside the lacking hole, and they were already still-sticky with ancient glue on one side.

I could probably find a tiny washer of the right size in metal or plastic at the hardware store, but this needed to be put back together on this night if possible so that I could confirm my repair, or return to despair.

I used my leather hole punch to cut a nice hole just slightly smaller in diameter than the screw threading, and left the corners square so they’d rest around the larger hole that they sandwiched.

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There they stick. Ew, that looks dirty…

Doesn’t that look dirty? I cleaned it with more hot water & cotton swabs.

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Housing back on, with inner footing tabs still retracted to allow it back on. Innards mostly still floating but housing centered around formatting keys.

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Ribbon cover snapped back on, since I would be turning it over to reattach the base.

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Put the base back on, and the moment of truth arrived. The fix worked! It worked, and worked, and worked. I listened to long sections of smooth, unobstructed clicks. Upper left there, below the key arms, you can see slightly out-of-focus the lever elbow with the opened patch beneath, room to operate freely once more.

One last explanatory look at the mechanism.

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That’s the gear that was being obstructed. See the hooked tooth hovering above the left side of it?

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There’s the lever point that was pushing down on the hooked tooth plate, and when the gear grinded past the hooked tooth, it shook the lever, which was ultimately connected to the space bar. The space key pushes the tooth down, which pushes the gear, which moves the carriage by one space.

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There’s the lever pushing the tooth down, erasing the gap that should be there.

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And there is the gap between the tooth and the gear as it should rest!

While I was doing all this, I saw that the right margin indicator ribbon had gotten stuck outside of the casing, leaving the spring inside a little overstretched as it couldn’t pull the indicator ribbon back in, which left an amount of loose ribbon slack waving around inside the carriage when the right margin was adjusted but the indicator didn’t retract with it.

Pretty sure it had been this way since I got it, and I just used the rubber slider to indicate my right margin set. I was simply reminded of something I’d essentially forgotten while in the course of repair, and now I didn’t like seeing the way the extra ribbon just lay around inside a toothy moving part (the carriage). I sort of remember thinking about fixing the margin ribbon, when I peered around in it close to when I’d first gotten it and the carriage retracting line had fouled its spool.

The tab that normally kept the ribbon in was keeping it out.

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That’s the corner tab. The top of two screws was stuck tight. Before all of this taking apart, I put WD40 on a swab and touched it around the screw and let it sink in, but that didn’t work to loosen it. So I got the 3-in-1, more viscous, more old-fashioned, and when I swabbed that around the screw and let it sink in, it worked.

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Right margin corner tab removed, now the bars just rest against each other where they meet.

See where the margin ribbon is stuck askew outside its tube casing? That end of the spring got overextended, but the rest is still tightly coiled so the spring is still good. I jimmied the metal end cap of the ribbon back in with little tools.

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Snap! Working again as intended!

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While replacing the two front housing screws, the other plastic washer gasket crumbled too. Actually, it crumbled while putting the housing back on with the new padding gasket on the other side. The best other other appropriate gasket material I had in-house was the foam lettering I use in my mixed-media collage series, Passengers (this is a sort of unrelated creative counterpart that fuels my trilogy writing by balancing creative engines).

I got this ml-thick foam lettering when my truck broke down by the town where my ex-romance’s sister lived. She let me tow my truck to her house, where we hung out with her mom and kids, and I helped her with her husband’s overtime work. He does sandblasting etching on gravestones, and this was a huge batch of foam stencils for veteran grave markers that needed to have all the little letters picked out of them. I kept a double-handful of one-side-sticky letter fill that would otherwise have been thrown away. I determined I had enough of these letters to use them in the art series that I would make alongside during the time of writing the fantasy space opera trilogy, Bones of Starlight. I have a little more than enough of them to spare a meager few to error or other usage.

The one of these I could find that would both grip the edges of the larger hole and the edges of the screw (so that the screw wouldn’t sink into the housing) was the ampersand. So the other front screw gasket on the right is an ampersand, that somewhere is etched into a veteran’s grave marker.

My father’s father was a veteran, a Philippine Army doctor in WWII during Japanese occupation. I never met him. My mother’s mother’s female partner, who helped raise my mother, is a veteran of the WWII guerrilla resistance in the Philippines. I am first-generation US-American, like my mother’s father who was born in the US from Irish immigrants before going to the Philippines during the open passage period of American occupation.

Like I said, I can probably find nice tiny plastic washers at the hardware store that could hold it all together more securely, and I might do that at some point for the health of the machine. But this worked.

Tris, my Hermes 3000, is put back together and doing great. It typed the rest of the second book manuscript, Bones of Starlight: Abyss Surrounding, now complete and in print production.

Typewriter: Liminal Alchemy

collectively created at Praxis Gallery, Seattle
at entsintents Liminal Alchemy art party 1/28/17

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[[[ transcribed with edits, verbatim below ]]]

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy 1/28/17 ::::::::::::
“””” “””” “”” “”””

this morning just a few hours ago… drank the nectar of the void and it sang electric pu

Excited Clumps!

There once was a man from Nantucket…

peachy cute cheeks, bossy little individual ready to pounce, ready to make

ready to make a splash in the tornado tidepools of our living room, giving us
irresistable chubby hullaballoo, velociraptor creeps, laying batches of eggs in the breakfast

hour, wanna eat all the blueberries while T-Rex babies fluffy and goofy rolls helter
skelter over the kitchen floor. One T-Rex baby flies all over the ceiling of the kitchen,
spitting in our morning coffee with shrieks of glee. She needed to be put outside, the
little Tyrant.

prehistoric obsolescence, a book of life’s lessons weighed against past transgressions.
heart versus feather, desire versus pleasure.

Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Being a Busy Bee, Remembering to Breath and just Be.
you smell like a memory.

I know I hung on a wind rocked tree, nine whole nights, and to Odin offered, wounded of a spear, myself to myself

if you whisper on the wind just right, the ancestors will carry your words to their
intended destination. pour them a libation of Love and watch it flow.

dream is destiny…

watch the boat catch a wave and the blind wind blow.

I can feel my mother’s hands in this old typewriter

Om I am air. My lover is water. My friend is Earth. My teacher is Fire. Om

ADIKARA: instead of focusing on reaching goals, which is like asking for something
you’re not ready for – which is just silly instant gratification with an undeserving energy – instead, you focus on gaining the competence to live those goals 🙂 ADIKARA *

magnanimous is a state one achieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one’s character.
one’s character is refined by habits of repeated actions.
repeated actions are driven by one’s choices.

one’s choices are inspired by a collection of thoughts.
true thoughts that move one’s self are intrinsically magnanimous.
Listen carefully and one will be moved, inspired, and create without integrative
dissonance.

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy ::::: page 2

Liquids bubbling, cool, warm, viscous /// lava, but not lava

what does one say when they have nothing to say?
I don’t know. keep typing and find out.
okay, last line… blow my mind…
love is

In essence, life in flow is found when one remembers not to
look too far for what one seeks. It is always there within, just beneath the surface
just waiting to be expressed. One must feel it with their everything to find its
truth in expression.

Let’s go out and Play, watch the baby day be born… I believe we were meant to
see it that way… devoted to kindness and compassionate care *

love forever
yours sincerely,
Hopefully devoted

the North star

Amazing artists
doing what comes naturally
or being crazy,

this journey, thank you for the adventure

I am a whale in the desert. a trickle of water finds me. it becomes a stream
becomes a river in the sand after a thousand years. I swim out to an ocean.

changing the sky

a spark started in my bones and my voice followed the fireworks within and without
the soft song of the stones and my ancestors’ breath…
lalalilooloomara tchakarana …and I blew them a kiss in reverence to their dance

rose and amethyst fused into smokey exuberance – The joy and pleasure of unity to
defeat a common foe

How could we make this possible, what could bring them together? A silence filled the room, and almost in a whisper one voice of the council spoke out, “hate.” Nobody looked at him because they all knew he was right, nothing could bring humanity together fast enough to save it from itself. History has shown that hatred was the vessel for many of humanity’s great accomplishments.

===

[[[ verbatim transcription ]]]

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy 1/28/17 ::::::::::::
“””” “””” “”” “”””

this morning just a fe our ago… drank he nectar of the void and it sang eleric pu

Excited Clumps!

There once was a man from Nantucket…

peachy cute cheeks, bossy little individual ready to pounce, ready to make

ready to make a splash in the tornado tidepools of our living room, giving us irresis*
istable chubby hallabaloo, velociraptor creeps, laying batche off eggs in the breakfas-

hour, wanna eat all the blueberries while TRex babies fluffy and goofy rools helter skelter over the kitchen floor. One T Rex baby flie all over the ceiling of the kitchen,
spitting in our morning coffee with shrieks of glee. she needed to be put outside, the
little Tyrant.

prehistoric obsolescence, a book of life,s lessons weighed against past transgressions.
heart versus feather, desire versus pleasure.

Earth. Air. Fir e. Water. Being a Busy Bee, Remembering to Breath and ju st Be.
you smell like a memory.

i know i hung on a wind rocked tree, nine whole nights,and to odin offered, wounded of a spear, myself to myself

if yo whisper on the wind justnright, the an cestors will carry your words to their
intended destination.pour them a libation of Love and watch it flow.

dream is destiny..

watch he boat catch a wave and the blind wind blow.

i a can feel my mothers hand s in this old typewriter

Om I am air. My lover is water. My friend is Earth. My teacher is Fire. Om

a aADIKARA: instead of focussing on reaching goals, which islike aking for something y you,r not rady for -which is just silly intant gratification with an undeserving energ -instead, you focus on gaining the competence to live those goals :)ADIKARA*

magnanimou s is a state one chieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one,s character.

magnanimous is a state one achieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one,s character.
one,s character is refined by habits of repeated actions.
repeated actions are driven by one,s choices.

one,s choices are inspired by a collection of thoughts.
true thought that move,s one self are intrinsically magnanimous.
Listen carefully and one will be moved, inspired, and create without integrative
dissonance.

Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy ::::: page 2

Liquids bubbling, cool, warm, viscous///lava, but not lava

us ne swhat dowes one say when they have nothng to say?
i dont know. keetyping and fin out.
okay, las line…blow mi mind….
loveis

I n essence, life in flow is found w en one remembers to not l
look too far for what ne seeks. It isalways there within, just beneath the surfa
just waiting to be expressed. One must feel it with their everything to find its
turth in expression.

Let,s go out to Play, watch the baby day be born…I bEeIevew we were meant to s
see it that way…devoted to kindness and compassionate care*

love forever
yours sincerely,
Hopefully devoted

the North star

Amazing artists
doing just what comes natural
or being crazy,

this jpurmney, thank you for the advent

i am a whale in the desert . a trickle of wate finds me. it becomes a stream
becomes a river in the sand after a thousand years. i swim out to an ocean.

changing the sky

a spark startedin my bones and my voice foloowed thefireworks within and withou
the soft song ofthe stones and my ancestors ,,,’ breath…..
lalalilooloomara tchakarana ….and i blewthem a kiss in reverence to their danc

rose and eme thyst fused into smokey exuberance – The joy and pleasure of unity to defeat a common foe

How could we make this possible, what could bring them together? A silence filled the r room, and almost in a whisper one voice of council spoke out “hate”. Nbody looked at him because they all knew he was right, nothing could bring humanity together fast enough to save it from itself. History has show that hatred was the vessel for many of humanities great accomplishments.

Typewriter: Arisia 2017

The following was typed over two nights of room partying.  My first time at the Arisia convention was sponsored through Con-or-Bust, which offers memberships and assistance for under-represented SFF fans & makers to go to conventions.

ARISIA2017 TMT

Arisia 1

Arisia 2

[[[ transcription, edited ]]]

ARISIA 2017 *** page 1 1/14

10 print “Hello, world.”
20 goto 10

was the first thing I ever typed because I started first typing on an
APPLE II+ keyboard.

This is the first time I have used a typewriter

type type type

wheeeeeeeeeeeeee
Oh how the written word has changed over the years.

hello … it’s nice to meet you.

wow I feel so fancy typing on this typewriter

=^..^=

Arisia is awesome.  Including the spinworks of DJ Dirge. I see that this is an active and close community! I’m glad for the chance to be a brief part of it.

The nice thing about this technology is that it keeps working when we lose the power grid…

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

Arisia 2017 *** page 2  1/15

Typewriters are more amazing than Glenn

but not more amazing than Ky
Oh wow.  Wooow!
Typing on this machine is the most cyberpunk thing I can think of.
ok google
why do all things go the way not planned, sunk deep in sand. …
goes to show. … strange is not me I myself lie … you know it

Being given a noble quest can be a horrible thing for the receiver.

hi I’m a typewriter!

The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities that some consider to be unnatural.

[[[ transcription, verbatim ]]]

ARISIA 2017 *************************** page 1  1/14

10 print “Hello, world.”
20 goto 10

was the first thing I ever typed because I started first typing on an
APPLE II+ keyboard.

This is the first timeI have used a typewriter

type type type

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Oh o how ethe wrtten word has hanged e the years.

hello nw ien . its nie o meet ou/

wow i feel so fancytyping on this typewriter

=^.

=^..^=

Arisia is awesome. Including the spinworks of DJ Dirge. I see that this is an
active and close community! I’m glad for the chance to be a brief part of it.

The nice thing about this technology is that it keeps working whenw we lose
the power grid…

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

Arisia 2017 *******************  page 2  1/15

Typewriters are more amzing than Glenn

but not more amazing than ky
Oh wow. Wooow!’
Typing on this machine is the most cyberpunk thing i can think of.
ok google
w hy do ll things othe way not planned, sunk deep in dsand. the overted lo thing s ar ge
goes to show. the posousedostrange is not me me i my selfaliamynonoweeif you know it g

Beging given a nobel quest can be a horible thing for the receiver.

hi I m a typewriter!

The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities that some consider to
be unatural.

Typewriter: Share Your Words at Standing Rock

On Veteran’s Day 2016, I brought my typewriter to Oceti Sakowin Camp, Standing Rock Reservation.  Bearing a sign reading “SHARE YOUR WORDS”, I carried it with table and chair to different locations: an action gathering point, the communications hill, volunteer table/book stand by the sacred fire, and Grandma’s Kitchen.  All different kinds of people contributed their thoughts and statements throughout the day, resulting in six pages of collective history.

First the images were immediately shared on facebook & imgur, and the text transcriptions were posted on the Share Your Words @ Standing Rock facebook page.  Now that they’re complete, I’m giving them a page on my author site for extra perpetuity.

I would be glad for these pages to have as many homes online as possible.  By all means, repost in part or entirety everywhere and anywhere, to share with related communities and for posterity.  This was a special place in time where many people realized their connections to each other and to the land – we can remember it like this.

The images and words of the 6 pages of Share Your Words at Standing Rock are available to the public under a CC BY 4.0 Attribution license (at bottom).  That means these pages are available to public works for personal, educational, and commercial re-use with attribution to Oceti Sakowin Camp, Standing Rock Reservation.

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[[[ Page 1 verbatim transcription ]]]
Water is Life
for the four legged and the winged ones
for ethr trees
thefrontlines are a web of love and resistance around the globe
iam here for my grandmother and the next 7 generations pa plant only love
The wind salutes us as we gather to make a stand against the pipeline.
Defend the Sacrexd and Honor So vereignty
All My Relitives deserve life
iam here for the anishinawbek and coast salish we are warriors
I am here to stand with the spirit of water, Earth and life. This is our future
death comes to all but great achievements build a monument until the sun grows
cold.ralph waldo emerson

yo whats good evrryoeon. Keep your heart in a good place and reembr wee your from…rememb
remember where yu came from*** We come from the earth and the water. Ahoooh
miigwetch
the shit is fucked Ithink run ota luck just trying tomakeacouple bucks in this unruley
and now I can not think what to do ….
so I start to pray and reasemble the image thatwas givin to me so I suggs to make an e
equal measure and reavaluate the situation we can change we can stop and start
to lead the masses in a beaytiful revalutioan we make surre our homes countnue
gorw and expand this wonderful meaning ful lyfe fuck your language and thank
you ….chans e H Zavalla this was my mind at2.04 nov.11 2016

[[[ Page 1 transcription, edited for spelling, meaning, grammar, searchability. Native language left as is. ]]]
Water is Life
for the four legged and winged ones
for the trees
 the frontlines are a web of love and resistance around the globe
I am here for my grandmother and the next 7 generations plant only love
The wind salutes us as we gather to make a stand against the pipeline.
Defend the Sacred and Honor Sovereignty
 All My Relatives deserve life
I am here for the anishinawbek and coast salish we are warriors
 I am here to stand with the spirit of water, Earth and life. This is our future
 “Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument until the sun grows cold.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yo what’s good everyone? Keep your heart in a good place and remember where you’re from *** We come from the earth and the water. Aho miigwetch
The shit is fucked, I think I run outta luck just trying to make a couple bucks in this unruly and now I cannot think what to do ….
so I start to pray and reassemble the image that was given to me
 so I suggest we make an equal measure and re-evaluate the situation
 we can change we can stop and start
 to lead the masses in a beautiful revolution
 we make sure our homes continue to grow and expand this wonderful meaningful life
 fuck your language and thank you 
…. chans e H Zavalla 
this was my mind at 2:04 Nov. 11 2016

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nat .. at night. te fire barely keeps us warm so we got a prop
propane heater. eing cans of soup an e in amens.
#SouthGaters4Lyfe
#NoDAPL
#WaterIsLife
#DAPLSUCKS

Tonto checking out. Slave Lake Cree,Northwest Territory Canada Son of Jim Thunder
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On behalf of my family and friends in Me xu Mexico , we are with our brothers and sisters and plead no to DAPL, Water is life, agua es vida

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Lately I’ve been pulling graveyard shift working night security and patrolling south gate.
We’re all out of Red Bull but we still have coffee and cigs, so that’s nice. It’s starting to get really cold at night. The fire barely keeps us warm, so we got a propane heater. Eating cans of soup and eating ramen.
#SouthGaters4Lyfe
#NoDAPL
#WaterIsLife
#DAPLSUCKS

Tonto checking out. Slave Lake Cree, Northwest Territory Canada, Son of Jim Thunder
………….
;;;;;;;;;;;;
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&

On behalf of my family and friends in Mexico, we are with our brothers and sisters and plead no to DAPL, Water is life, agua es vida.

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m y nam e i
my na me i s
vvalente and my fri end is cald aubyn.and we are friends

a dnn a n and forever.valente is from california and aubyn is f
and aubyn is from vn o vancover washington . /?? ? ??? ?

ow is he time more than ever to stand up for what is righ t not what is l
oil is for the rocket ship we use to find water in the unverse.
e hello my name is sandbagger i have come here to share t he work load in the
flood of misinformation. our oceans re rising. and so are our people.
as confusion is generated within modern mediaw we must find it within
ourselves to be critic al of its source. just as I have om come here with
questions, i am finding a part of myself that has been asleep, this part of me
that i was unaware was asleep,is now awake. Awake with all people. there is
no division here.it is nothing ubut toghterness under one mission. a
a mission to stand up for ourmother. mother earth -alex a aman of sandbagern wa

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My name is Valente and my friend is called Aubyn. And we are friends
forever. Valente is from California, and Aubyn is from Vancouver Washington.

Now is the time more than ever to stand up for what is right, not what is …
Oil is for the rocket ship we use to find water in the universe.

Hello, my name is Sandbagger. I have come here to share the work load in the
flood of misinformation. Our oceans are rising. And so are our people.
Confusion is generated within modern media, we must find it within
ourselves to be critical of its source. Just as I have come here with
questions, I am finding a part of myself that has been asleep. This part of me
that I was unaware was asleep, is now awake. Awake with all people. There is
no division here. It is nothing but togetherness under one mission.
A mission to stand up for our mother. Mother earth
– Alex, a man of Sandbagger WA

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so far i have been ehre for over two mns , i have o sa is is my re
s is my real home, wit my real family an love of my life w att
aho from sandi o k

us … we k f sp
liy told m e to writ  t  s
hey my name is alaina rousseau/aliyah rousseau thx uu

ar lifeisvery proud to hav e meaning to it. my name is Liliaa LeBeau and yo

…. The best frybread is at Oceti Sakowin Camp in Cannonball, ND… Dineh style.
…..

many blessings & prayers to water protectors.  Water is life.

l
llo my name is soli t mos v  l r  dis n t o i k o g n s a i n  hnk u t

h
ate ifli t
the solidarity is so substancialit has moved me… amazing… beautiful

proud to stand with good people  Blessings, Respect

courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move through fear.
we are love, we are one, and we are here to reclaim this love, this unity.
reawaken the feminine.

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So far I have been here for over two months.  I have to say this
is my real home, with my real family and love of my life Wyatt.
Aho from Sandi OK

Us …
Lily told me to write this
Hey my name is Alaina Rousseau / Aliyah Rousseau Thx U

Our life is very proud to have meaning to it.  My name is Liliana LeBeau and you…

…. The best frybread is at Oceti Sakowin Camp in Cannonball, ND… Dineh style.
…..

Many blessings & prayers to water protectors.  Water is life.

Hello, my name is Soli  … …

The Solidarity is so substantial, it has moved me… amazing… beautiful.

Proud to stand with good people.  Blessings, Respect.

Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to move through fear.
We are love, we are one, and we are here to reclaim this love, this unity.
Reawaken the feminine.

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11/11 2016

page 5

I come from Sitting Bull’s people. I carry the name Sitting Bull. People call me Kola Manny. But my real name is Emanuel Red Bear, and I am from South Dakota. I’m a high school teacher and a college professor of Lakota culture and history. My thoughts are that the people that are standing on the frontline of this cause are the true warriors, because they are protecting a way of life, protecting the water.

We’re here to stop the self-sabotage of our species.))

To me, veteran’s day means that our people have been assimilated and acculturated to serve Uncle Sam, foreign and domestic. They could attack us here if they want. The National Guard are going against us. We are the true warriors.

11/11 Honar G. Rifleman USMC D.Rodgers

my name is mary richardson i am turtlemountain chippewa and hillbilly. i am grateful for the opportunity to help the Standing Rock SiouxNation, m my native relatives, and my human and all species relatives. I believe most peopl are god good and generous and are just waiting for a chance to help others . they just need to be shown how to help.

11/11/2016

The power of love isa fire
The earth is my Mother
prayer is the answer while we stand together
mni wiconi

Frm
From Her comes the Life
with help from Above
Through darkness, the light
shin es forth with the Love
Creation Divine, the mind led astray
So clearly defined, its time to repay
Oh Give Thanks to the Mother
debts we owe
Forget not the Father
Power that Flows
Love for the Mother

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11/11 2016

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I come from Sitting Bull’s people.  I carry the name Sitting Bull. People call me Kola Manny. But my real name is Emanuel Red Bear, and I am from South Dakota. I’m a high school teacher and a college professor of Lakota culture and history. My thoughts are that the people that are standing on the frontline of this cause are the true warriors, because they are protecting a way of life, protecting the water.

(We’re here to stop the self-sabotage of our species.)

To me, veteran’s day means that our people have been assimilated and acculturated to serve Uncle Sam, foreign and domestic. They could attack us here if they want. The National Guard are going against us. We are the true warriors.

11/11 Honor G. Rifleman USMC D.Rodgers

My name is Mary Richardson. I am Turtle Mountain Chippewa and hillbilly. I am grateful for the opportunity to help the Standing Rock Sioux Nation, my native relatives, and my human and all species relatives. I believe most people are good and generous and are just waiting for a chance to help others. They just need to be shown how to help.

11/11/2016

The power of love is a fire
The earth is my Mother
prayer is the answer while we stand together
mni wiconi

From Her comes the Life
with help from Above
Through darkness, the light
shines forth with the Love
Creation Divine, the mind led astray
So clearly defined, it’s time to repay
Oh Give Thanks to the Mother
debts we owe
Forget no the Father
Power that Flows
Love for The Mother

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..

I hitched aride from Milwaukee to Standing Rock with an alien conspiracy theorist. He was quite nice but halfway through the trip he launched into a several hour l ong rant about the three types of aliens that have infiltrated Earth.: the insectoids, the lizardpeople., and the grays. the grays arr the most aggressive; they’ve been kidnapping Americans for over a century for fertility experiments and the government looks the other way because of a covert agreement with the Eisenhaur

administration. In exchange, the aliens give the government advanced military te chnology. Humans were created as an agricultural experiment by aliens from Sirius. I missed a good bit of the story because, not wanting to vocalize my doubts, I zon ed out.  We later were pulled over because he was driving 28 miles over the speed limit.

..

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11/11 2016

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..

I hitched a ride from Milwaukee to Standing Rock with an alien conspiracy theorist. He was quite nice, but halfway through the trip he launched into a several hour long rant about the three types of aliens that have infiltrated Earth: the insectoids, the lizard people, and the grays.  The grays are the most aggressive; they’ve been kidnapping Americans for over a century for fertility experiments, and the government looks the other way because of a covert agreement with the Eisenhower administration.  In exchange, the aliens give the government advanced military technology.  Humans were created as an agricultural experiment by aliens from Sirius.  I missed a good bit of the story because, not wanting to vocalize my doubts, I zoned out.  We later were pulled over because he was driving 28 miles over the speed limit.

..

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Typewriter: Barter Faire 2016

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[somewhat edited transcript:]

Barter Faire 2016
too far and then back again
If I’m going to go on then I’ve got to step across this gate

into a different time and place, a sentimental cozysplace

jacket… lavish layers of mulch
those of similar name in similar circles
something
anything    sailor boreen

return
return
.
.

my birthday is april 17th    I like you    555    I love you    red umblack

a good day abcd e f g h i j kk l m n o p rstuvwxyz

abcdf ghijklmnopqrstyvwxyandz
pokemongo

 

[This work was collectively produced under optional anonymity, as hosted by Eva L. Elasigue & Primal Spiral.]

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Typewriter: GeekGirlCon 2016

GGC 16 1

GGC 16 2

[gently edited transcription:]

GeekGirlCon !!!

hoe
hello geekgirl con!  12 13 14

squirrel    cute princesses!
gravity          Gryffindor    vault dweller?.?
Monster Hunter    John Barrowman    heroism
double squirrel delight FOR REAL
Katara!!     Nausicaa    Fear is the mindkiller
Welcoming Autumn        hi    thwa srvfssa the music of the keys …

honor physics and avoid accidents
no WD40 says “Ron”    that cupcake is staring at me…
stardust thanks girlcon. super cool. amanda ws here. yay.  ymcagyu
Lord English…………….

ke eir        Kith    Keir    Kith
clear was here and so was buddha

try it out hu uyholtghuhiits jessica this is super cool h bye
warrior cats! emma was here yayayayay!

catwoman is back ;0    hi how are you    m good thx:) greenv So I hear you
… So I hear you like mudkips. That is fantastic    I love girl geekcon monkymonkigrrl c.c.c. ;
zay lol        zola 4 ever in love    ;so much stuff I like swimming     beans and tofu
bazel        😉 hello 🙂

Flange

GeekGirlCon 2016 day 2222222
hey.     hi I am a writer
found our corner
check it out I was here

wendy airy irst    azvnbmn,r7j pen of joy tw2        5    =+*)iy  ^ 09     boop
Its a dinosaur laser fight.  In space, with sharks.  It’s a balls out dinosaur laser fight.
cdefghijklmnopqra o nope ol lol      )u )
nanowrimo666    oops
___—
hi there i love ggc    hamilton

ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER    ypinh ginhrtly    Tis the season to type
Groots!

Typewriter: Rose City Comic Convention 2015

RCCC 15 1

RCCC 15 2

[edited transcription:]

Rose City Comic Con!

the Bardic gathering center

The recordings
Drafting the life of a human isn’

Tired & Torn

Tired and torn the man walked
Humoristn

Humorris

Humor isn’t always funny

It’s an aura, a feeling emitted
and transmitted
received
and

Random seeming encounters are not what they seem.  The universe does as it wilt.
What might seem as happenstance isn’t.
What and why???????

You’re a ghost driving a meat covered skeleton truck, covered in stardust; what do you have to be afraid of????????

Typewriter: Wordstock 2015

Recap, rescuing from Bones of Starlight story website and placing here where it belongs.

Wordstock 2015 is the first place where I offered my typewriter for collective writing, including occasional observations in my idle moments.  This was the result.

wordstock-2015-type

Verbatim transcription:

Hellol
lucero aowl

echoes boucing off the living structure

people forget what you said; they forget what you did; but they never forget how you made them feel……MayaAngelou

When you are faced with the impossible, first do what is necessary, then do what is possible. Suddenly you will be doing what is impossible….St. Francis of Assisi

aesthetic typewriter!

cts and dgs n le buton owl Athena Aphrodite tipe writer awesome

you ajj nevermsa a

you never have advenchers in your comfort zone. kama dershman

hermes 300 typerwriter wordstock bonesofstarlight.com . good
condition.

space within space within infinity

standiig in the big room
wondering what to say ….
“hello” how are you?

y and your eyelashes
yu
yu

Oh my gosh, I don’t know
sometimes where it is I’ve got to go
But whether I will or whether no

the room

they are nice bones, that hold me together
nice synergy emmett pearlz #selfie
up close &
eine kleine night musik
k
and then as the hall shuts down, and the only thing left glowing is the wall
before and behind