Dec 10, 2014 · 1 minute

I don't want to like Hemingwrite. The Internet-connected typewriter is a symbol of the modern era's fetish for outdated tools that harken back to a time few of us experienced. And it would be nice if the creators of writing products would leave Hemingway's name out of it -- the man was one of the best writers in history, and he would've hated all these things.

But what's not to love about a writing tool that allows me to leave the laptop at home and punch a keyboard a few thousand times without having to bother with emails from companies I can't stand, tweets from people who couldn't bother to read an entire post, and notifications from the half-dozen services I have running in my browser at all times?

The obvious solution to those problems is to close Gmail, ignore Twitter, and turn off notifications. I know that. The problem is, I feel obligated to read through my email -- or, if I'm being honest, read the subject line, roll my eyes, and send the vast majority of the messages straight to Gmail's archive -- or access these services.

Put another way: I've been conditioned to rely on technology to get through the day, and now that I find myself beholden to some of that tech, I'm excited about a tool that would allow me to avoid those distractions. And yes, I know exactly how fucked that all sounds.

So even though I won't purchase the Hemingwrite -- I can't justify spending a couple hundred dollars on what looks like a children's toy -- I can understand why some people might decide to go ahead and make the leap. Whether or not that will be enough for its creators to raise $250,000 on Kickstarter remains to be seen, but it's certainly enough to show that false nostalgia and technology -- even when it's meant to save us from technology -- will always have its appeal, even though that's a good argument for human extinction.

[photo via Hemingwrite]