I love…
my fifty cent, made in Korea, bought in Vietnam, nailclippers.
You may be wondering why the shift to the mundane this week. Well, here’s the story. When I was 12 or 13 years old I had a typing class at school. We used real typewriters since those were the days before word processors and many of the keys had been lost and replaced randomly, or just mixed up to encourage us not to look at the keys. The curriculum consisted of sitting at the typewriters and going through drill after drill and it was, frankly, bor-ing! I completed term one but needed to do term two in order to cover the entire keyboard. Of course, typing was an optional class and there was something far more interesting to take in term two, so I never finished. To this day, I am not a touch typist. Even though I can type quite quickly when I get going, I still need to look at the keys much more than I should. Ask anyone who has tried to Skype chat me. Typos are like my personal signature. Perhaps someday I’ll go back and learn the rest of the keyboard, but until then I’ll just keep practising my proofreading skills.
There is, however, one antedote. If my nails grow long, my fingers keep tripping over them on the keyboard. Enter Korean-Vietnamese nail clippers. I’m not sure if it’s only psychological, but when I trim my nails, it’s almost as if I’ve got someone else’s fingers. These magical, short-nailed fingers can type! Well, they still can’t touch type, but they are fast. So, thank you fifty-cent, made in Korea, bought in Vietnam nailclippers. You’ve saved me.
