
I ventured out to Riverside under the sweltering summer sun, the air thick with the heat of the dog days, to meet the Typewriter Muse himself, Bob Marshall. Bob is the sole typewriter repairman in Southern California, and his expertise is unparalleled. Running an analog business in a digital age demands a deep understanding of his clientele and their unique needs, which Bob handles with ease. He’s a friendly guy I connected with through his Instagram account. You can also catch Bob with Joe Van Cleave in a delightful video that highlights the exceptional rapport between these two typewriter maestros.

The typewriter I handed to Bob for repair is a Royal Safari with a rare and exquisite script font, elite 12-pitch. This font is a true gem, scarcely seen these days. The machine was an eBay find, so I was a little worried about shipping. And of course it arrived in dire condition—an unfortunate victim of poor handling. While it reportedly worked perfectly for the seller, by the time it reached me, it was DOA with a battered and bent carriage. Bob assessed the damage and confirmed it would require some effort, but he assured me he could restore it to working order. I eagerly anticipate the day this machine is back in action, ready to type again.
Southern California gets a lot of monsoonal moisture coming up from Mexico in July and August. It makes for quickly forming cloud formations. I thought I’d capture the cloud movements with this time lapse.

I recently contacted Bob Marshall at Typewriter Muse about these three parts machines I have. He showed an interest, so I told him I planned to be in Riverside later this month and would drop the machines by his shop. I’m always happy to put typewriters in the hands of people who can use them.
By the way, here’s an excellent write-up about Bob (“Meet Bob Marshall”) in a local magazine.

They were filming Tuesday at this house on the corner of College Avenue and 10th Street. I don’t know if the house is occupied or not, but the film crew had taken over for sure.

On the campus of Pomona College, past the Sonntag Greek Theater, is the Frank P. Brackett Observatory, presented in 1908 to Pomona College by Llewellyn Bixby, class of ’01.

The city and colleges had warned about movie crews in the Village, and on Monday, they set up at the Village Grille on Second Street and Yale Avenue, causing traffic issues along College Avenue with equipment trucks parked near Pomona College’s Marston Quad. The workers were tight-lipped, but it’s known to be for an upcoming Netflix production.


Sandy’s best friend in the world, Ann, paid us a visit today. It’s been several years, and we enjoyed catching up with our lives.


Paul Auster, a celebrated American author known for his love of typewriters, has died at 77. He gained fame for his “New York Trilogy” and was a notable figure in postmodernist fiction.
Born in Newark, New Jersey, in 1947, Auster’s writing career began at the age of eight when he missed out on getting an autograph from his baseball hero, Willie Mays — who was outside the players’ locker room after a game — to not having a pencil. From then on, he always carried a pencil with him, and his writing journey began. After graduating from Columbia University in 1970, he moved to Paris, where he began translating French literature and publishing his own work in American journals.
Auster’s big break came in the mid-1980s with the publication of “”City of Glass,” the first novel in his “New York Trilogy.” This trilogy cemented his reputation as a master of postmodernism, as he blended detective fiction with existential questions about identity, space, language, and literature. The trilogy brought him worldwide acclaim and established him as one of the signature New York writers of his generation.
A major theme in Auster’s work was the role of chance and coincidence. This fascination can be traced back to a life-changing event he witnessed at the age of 14 while hiking during a summer camp. He saw a boy standing just inches away get struck by lightning and die instantly. This experience profoundly impacted Auster, and it became a recurring motif in his fiction.
While Auster was born in New Jersey, he became synonymous with Brooklyn, where he settled in 1980. He was seen as a guardian of the borough’s rich literary past and an inspiration to a new generation of novelists who flocked there. His works often used New York as a backdrop, with Brooklyn featuring prominently and his characters grappling with life’s randomness and chance occurrences.
Auster’s body of work includes over 30 books, ranging from novels to memoirs, poetry, and screenplays. His notable works include “Moon Palace,” “The Music of Chance,” “The Book of Illusions,” “Leviathan,” “4 3 2 1,” and, of course, the “New York Trilogy.” His writing imposed a sense of irreality, inviting readers into a world where the lines between reality and fiction blurred.
Paul Auster’s passing is a reminder of the profound impact writers can have on our lives. His words will continue to resonate with readers for generations to come, and his influence on contemporary literature will forever be felt. As he once said, “If there’s a pencil in your pocket, there’s a good chance that one day you’ll feel tempted to start using it.”

I spotted this weathered garden statue today of a young girl positioned against a brick wall. The statue has a textured finish, giving it an aged appearance, and it portrays the girl in a standing pose, wearing a bonnet and a dress with a sash, and she is holding what appears to be a basket. The details on the statue are worn, which suggests it has been exposed to the elements for some time. There is a wire or cord of some kind looped on the ground near the statue, and to the left, there are dark patches of soil and possibly some kind of fungi or bark. The bricks behind the statue show signs of deterioration, with chipped paint and eroded mortar, emphasizing the statue’s rustic setting.