My last post about this year’s “paper system” neglected to mention which pen(s) I use. Most people don’t care about pens, but I do.
For me, the deciding on the right pen depends upon what and where I’m writing. There are three “modes” in which I write things down. Each requires a different pen. Ok, “requires” might be a bit ridiculous, but still.
Jotting things down while out and about
If someone at the local pub mentions a great book they just read, I whip out my trusty Field Notes notebook, which is always at the ready in my back pocket. Also at the ready is the Poquito Stylus from Montverde. It’s so tiny I barely know it’s in my pocket. I’m still looking for something better, though. I prefer this to the usual Fisher Space Pen because the Space Pen requires two hands to operate. Removing and posting a cap is not something I want to be doing while trying to capture something quickly. Seen above with the Field Notes notebook.
Planning, scheduling, and taking notes
For nearly all writing tasks, I prefer the Montblanc Meisterstück rollerball. I’ve had mine for 15 years or so and it’s still my favorite. It’s beautiful. I love the way it writes, it feels great to the touch, and fits my hand perfectly. It’s the perfect pen. Seen above with the 2013 Hobonichi planner.
Journaling and letter writing
For “serious” writing, nothing beats a nice fountain pen. I’ve tried dozens of them and found I prefer the Pelican pens. The one I use is a Souverän Black-Blue M 400. I fill it with one of any number of fun inks. Writing with a fountain pen is a tactile and visual pleasure. Shown above with the 6”x9” Epica Leather Journal.
As my productivity system inches toward digital tools, my love for paper notebooks for capture and planning has not waned. I have a thing for notebooks and pens. This year, I’m going to continue using a Hobonichi paper planner along with a trusty Field Notes notebook in my back pocket. The Hobonichi has just the right combination of size, paper quality, and usability. And Field Notes are great for jotting things down on the go.
“Of course, digital devices shouldn’t be excused from the moral order — nothing should or could be. But too often discussions about technology use are conducted in bad faith, particularly when the detoxers and disconnectionists and digital-etiquette-police seem more interested in discussing the trivial differences of when and how one looks at the screen rather than the larger moral quandaries of what one is doing with the screen.”—The Disconnectionists
“Frankly, it’s this very sort of half-baked, yellow-ribbon-car-magnet, support-the-troops bullshit that has made the perpetuation of America’s commitment in Afghanistan as palatable as it’s been to a country of binge consumers unanimously ignorant to what’s actually going on out here.”—
“The resurgence of LPs “is largely attributed to the type of people who place a premium on traditional recording formats and the overall listening experience,” says Bloomberg’s Suddath. “These people probably also eat kale.””—
…there was something good about the pace of picturemaking back then, and all the drudge work it took: wait till you finish the roll, wait for the developed film to dry, wait to go through the contact sheets frame by frame with an illuminated magnifier, wait till you can get in the darkroom again to make a few workprints of the marked frames…that slow pace and all that time passing imposed a natural brake on overproduction and made it much harder to get carried away by meaningless crap
I know, same thing again. Doesn’t mean I don’t still agree with it
“The open web of the past — at least, the one I’m told about — had its own barrier to entry: You had to care about your data and understand why it was important to own all of it. That’s not going to work this time around. People who have grown up not caring about owning their content and identity online are not going to start caring all of a sudden.”—I’m 22 years old and what is this.
Almost one hundred years after a group of explorers set out across the frozen landscape of Antarctica to set up supply depots for famed explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton, a box of 22 never-before-seen exposed but unprocessed negatives taken by the group’s photographer has been unearthed in one of those shacks, preserved in a block of ice.
“This is the fuckin’ American dream. This is my fuckin’ dream, y’all!
All this sheeyit! Look at my sheeyit!
I got … I got SHORTS! Every fuckin’ color.
I got designer T-shirts!
I got gold bullets. Motherfuckin’ VAM-pires.
I got Scarface. On repeat. SCARFACE ON REPEAT. Constant, y’all!
I got Escape! Calvin Klein Escape! Mix it up with Calvin Klein Be. Smell nice? I SMELL NICE!
That ain’t a fuckin’ bed; that’s a fuckin’ art piece. My fuckin’ spaceship! U.S.S. Enterprise on this shit. I go to different planets on this motherfucker! Me and my fuckin’ Franklins here, we take off. TAKE OFF!
Look at my shit. Look at my shit! I got my blue Kool-Aid.
I got my fuckin’ NUN-CHUCKS.
I got shurikens; I got different flavors.
I got them sais. Look at that shit, I got sais. I got blades!
Look at my sheeyit! This ain’t nuttin’, I got ROOMS of this shit!
I got my dark tannin’ oil … lay out by the pool, put on my dark tanning oil …
I got machine guns … Look at this, look at this motherfucker here! Look at this motherfucker! Huh? A fucking army up in this shit!”—