I was supposed to crank up the old word machine yesterday, and I did get started early, sub-editing an essay for my daughter. But that occasioned a skull cracker of a migraine, so the first day back was a bit of a washout.
Today’s been pretty slow because I’m always foggy the day after a big one, but I’ve been taking in typos hunted down by the the readers of WW3.1 and cleaning up my email.
I found this piece of drollery from Cal Newport’s newsletter, a bespoke single use writing machine designed by Keegan McNamara a tech guy inspired by the functional focus of old armour and weapons.
The result was The Mythic I, a custom computer that McNamara handcrafted over the year or so that followed that momentous afternoon at the Met. The machine is housed in a swooping hardwood frame carved using manual tools. An eight-inch screen is mounted above a 1980’s IBM-style keyboard with big clacking keys that McNamara carefully lubricated to achieve exactly the right sound on each strike: “if you have dry rubbing of plastic, it doesn’t sound thock-y. It just sounds cheap.” Below the keyboard is an Italian leather hand rest. To turn it on you insert and turn a key and then flip a toggle switch.
Equally notable is what happens once the machine is activated. McNamara designed the Mythic for three specific purposes: writing a novel, writing occasional computer code, and writing his daily journal. Accordingly, it runs a highly-modular version of Linux called NixOS that he’s customized to only offer emacs, a text-based editor popular among hacker types, that’s launched from a basic green command line. You can’t go online, or create a PowerPoint presentation, or edit a video. It’s a writing a machine, and like the antique arms that inspired it, the Mythic implements this functionality with a focused, beautiful utilitarianism.
I don’t think I’ll be replacing my jaunty blue iMac with one, but it’s amusing to see these things still coming out years after I ditched my last writing monotasker. (A Sharp Intelliwriter 2000).
I read "single-use" to imply you only got to write on it once, which gave me the delightful image of an IMF-style JB smashing out another novel and then diving for cover as soon as he hit "submit"
Part of me wants to know how much one of these would cost, and another part tells me if I have to ask, I can't afford it.