My uber-gnarly mate, George Tannenbaum of AdAged… Has a great post about the piece in today's New York Times stating that Cormac McCarthy recently retiring his Olivetti typewriter that he bought in a Knoxville, pawnshop in 1963 for $50. The brunt of George’s post is that it doesn’t matter if you write with the burnt end of fucking twigs, or you channel through the end of your Viagra inflamed John Henry… Wahhh?? It’s all about the end result, not the tools, disregarding the Viagra inflamed John Henry, of course… Ha, fucking ha.
This is the gem part of George’s post…
Today, of course our tools are more sophisticated than typewriters. We can do sophisticated motion graphics and editing at our desks or on a plane. We can make type dance like Isadora Duncan on LSD. We can compose and record music. We can buy a $49 video camera and shoot stuff. These are all things Mr. McCarthy can't do on his Olivetti. But they don't make us better than McCarthy. Because Mr. McCarthy's trade involves ideas. So far no one has built a desktop app that produces those.
All I can say is… Oh yes, fucking yes. In fact, I’ll say it again. Yes, fucking yes!
Ideas? We don't need no stinkin' ideas!
