Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Built-In Obsolescence



I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".






Ward Cheney said...

Hey Chad. Maybe I'm being a poop suggesting this, but how does one know it's really his typewriter? Smells a little fishy. Credibility is obsolete! Be good, cowboy.

Ward Cheney said...

Okay, so I read the NYTimes article and it sounds legit, Chad. I'll eat my old typewriter ribbon. So, here's the deal: I'll call 200 of my best friends and you call 200 of your best friends, we'll form a limited partnership, chip in $50 a piece, send a representative to Christies, and maybe we'll have a shot at that sucker.

Chad Reynolds said...

Sounds good, Ward. But where will the typewriter live if we win it?

Ward Cheney said...

Well, Chad, what if you took the keys for the first half of the alphabet and I took the other half? Or you write while I'm farming, UPS it to me in December, and I write while you're dealmaking?

MOMO said...

want some news?