When a fly fisherman says he got bamboo for his birthday, the mind races. Payne? Phillipson?
Or perhaps a modern craftsman? Reams? Thramer? Beasley? Shays? Raine?
Not exactly:
We ask you: Do McGuane or Gierach have one of these?
Yes, my furred friends, the Underground now possesses what few others do: a bamboo keyboard (and a powerful attitude about it).
Clearly – and as fly fishermen everywhere know – bamboo transforms you into a better fly fisherman typist unbearable snob writer.
Do McGuane, Leeson or Gierach have one of these? Are their words flowing organically from its smooth, limber, almost sensuous keys? Or are they stuck writing on stiff, unyielding, too-fast, unnatural synthetic keyboards, their sentences short, quick, efficient – but lacking connection to the primal life force that beats within all of us?
Are they – to put it bluntly – simply muddling by on sheer talent?
Sure, plastic keyboards are great at pumping out words all fast and easy. And yeah, they’re light, so you can type on them all day. But for the sheer joy of writing, nothing compares to bamboo, and if you doubt that for even a second, I can scare up a couple hundred people who will state – in definitive terms (some using physics diagrams as a visual aid) – that bamboo users simply write better.
Emboldened by the varnished, straight-grained goodness beneath my fingers, I’m going a step further, suggesting I might even be better human being than the huddled plastic masses, most of whom probably deserve the carpal tunnel they’re developing from their synthetic keyboards.
Clearly, the scales have simultaneously fallen from my eyes and tipped in my favor. (See what I did there? The bamboo’s already working its magic.)
One day, the world will look back at this moment with reverence, correctly seeing it as a turning point in the literature of fly fishing the world, when the most organic, smooth, flowing writer the world universe had ever seen typed the immortal words:
“It was a dark and stormy morning on the river.”
I’m jealous as hell. Assuming you’re storing the keyboard in a cigar humidor, under precise temperature and humidity controls?
No? once it warps nnnnnnnn you’ll have to nnnnnnnnnnn worry about nnnn sticking keys nnnnnnnn.
kbarton10(Quote)
Happy Birthday.
That is nice but where is the command key?
castingoutloud(Quote)
It’s your birthday? Hmmmmmm gonna have to pay tribute on Up’North somehow.
Back to the Drawing Board (My keyboard is aluminum)
Have a good one TC.
Benjamin Rioux(Quote)
@Kbarton: No siree, this bamboo’s made to write. No coddling here, though I have noticed a distressing tendency – when I type, the tips of many of the letters lean to the left. Odd.
@Casting: It’s Linux – we don’t use command keys.
@ Benjamin: Aluminum? That’s shameful.
Tom Chandler(Quote)
BRUSHED aluminum if we are being particular. And my Macbook Pro is ANYTHING but shameful, BIRTHDAY BOY!
Benjamin Rioux(Quote)