The internet has slowed to a crawl here in Afghanistan due to foul weather interfering with our satellite reception. Because of this, the post I had intended to publish yesterday is still being researched and supplemented with photos at a snail’s pace. Maybe tomorrow… So in a desire to publish something, I’m taking the cheater’s way out and linking to some other fantastic reads instead.
I’ve mentioned writing longhand as a lost art and advocated for it recently. But part of what has made my rediscovery of cursive (or script) writing so pleasurable has been my Lamy 2000 fountain pen. I use a fine nib, and typically stick with Pelikan 4001 Royal Blue ink. On truly white paper, it just pops and looks really nice. (I’m also a proponent of using some really nice paper. My folio is stocked with Southworth 25% cotton fiber linen, and I have some A5 stationery tablets from G. Lalo and Original Crown Mill of classic laid and pure cotton. Remember to get matching envelopes for the full effect.) My pen should appear as the featured image above this post, actually.
My own quick thoughts about this pen can be summed up with a love for all the details. For such a simple, modern design, it’s very thoughtful. The 14k gold nib writes smoother and nicer than the cheaper stainless steel nibs I’ve dallied with in other pens. The makrolon barrel has a pleasant texture and appears to age well, but also hides fingerprints and smudges that would appear on glossy black plastic. The
aluminum stainless steel section toward the nib allows ink from a bottle to wick right off after filling and clean easier. The pocket clip is inflexible steel, and is hinged and sprung. It’s heavy enough to feel like something of substance and importance without being burdensome. I love the windows built in for viewing the ink level. And it disassembles for cleaning easily.
In short, I began my interest in fountain pens wanting a Montblanc Meisterstuck 149. After being talked into trying the Lamy 2000, I want nothing else. Any other pen I collect is now just for whimsy. I’ve found the only pen I really need.
So without further ado, here are some more in-depth reasons you should try a Lamy 2000 fountain pen and enrich your own writing experience.
And they can be had for a good price from Amazon.com (though I recommend someone like Goulet Pens who specializes in the field). Now get writing!
I finally had to take some time off from writing here simply because there’s so much else to do. I’ve written about this before- trying to consciously choose doing something constructive with my time and thoughts here on the blog rather than fritter away the hours I have on Facebook or browsing celebrity gossip. And even then, there’s so much to do it can’t all be crammed in to each and every day.
So for the past while, I’ve been reading every single chance I’ve had. A physical book may still be preferable to e-readers, but my kindle lets me slip a thousand books in the back pocket of my jeans. And considering weight and space limitations when deployed (as I currently am) to Afghanistan, this little thing has become my best friend over here. Well, my kindle and the cans of flavored Blue Diamond almonds my wife sends me to break up the chow hall monotony.
I’m guessing it took me a total of about three weeks to read all seven Harry Potter books, and I’m really glad I did. I enjoyed them immensely. This deployment has been really good for me in some ways, as my last one was spent mostly writing in this blog, then watching movies and playing video games. I feel more… Aware? Quicker thinking? The description for what I’m feeling is escaping me at the moment. I think I’m just happy to love reading again. I loved reading as a kid, and then television slowly took over… Some books by Ayn Rand and then The Art of Racing in the Rain rekindled my love for reading a scant few years ago. I loved reading a novel that seemed to qualify as “literature” and actually finding it engaging instead of boring and dry (or relying only on thrillers).
I thought for a brief moment I was going to get to be one of the literati, a high and mighty intellectual snob looking down my nose at those simpletons that watch American Idol. Turns out, not so much. (Though I still shake my head at the popularity of reality TV.)
I’m guessing I don’t read as quickly as I used to. And certainly the chaos of my office mates raucously shouting at each other, launching aircraft (actually having to work), and letters home to my wife or messages on Facebook all conspired to slow my reading. Because of this, I sometimes wonder how educated on a topic some people can really be. There’s so much to be caught up on, and seemingly even peer pressure to be aware of everything in the news. Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Sons of Anarchy, The Walking Dead, the latest book or album, the movie sure to be nominated for an Academy Award… That’s before the quite possibly endless amount of distraction on the internet from YouTube, Facebook, etc. (Fun fact: more hours of video were uploaded to YouTube in the last year alone than ABC, CBS and NBC have ever broadcasted in their existence combined.)
Frankly, this makes me think a lot of those oh-so-learned folks are full of it. Everyone who claims to have been through The Chomsky Reader and Dharma Bums and also professes to speak from any position of authority when combating, say, the Tea Party or Ayn Rand’s views or Cato Institute… And then turn around and comment on the latest in pop culture… No, I think it’s far more likely that even those who preach from on high simply fill their heads with what they prefer and take summaries or allow their opinions to be dictated to them by others. There’s just no way they’ve actually read all sides of so many social arguments. I just can’t believe any men’s magazine like Esquire is staffed by people who are actually up on everything they publish (which is why they have so many different contributors to create an issue).
So I don’t feel that bad about skipping my blog for a few days in order to read more or write my wife more love letters. And I certainly don’t feel bad about not seeing this movie or that TV show. I still have my vices, and can’t wait for the last few episodes of Breaking Bad. And I don’t feel inadequate or “lesser” for reading what I assumed were kids’ books instead of the latest hoity-toity novel by some pompous author. (Right now I’m thinking of American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis. The books becomes monotonous and excruciating to read, while the film made the same points much more succinctly.)
And even now, with all the noise from aircraft, phones ringing, and a coworker who is the stupidest, loudest, and most boorish individual I’ve had to bite my tongue around in years… I’m still somehow strangely appreciative. Because as much as the interruptions frustrate and annoy me, or even fluster me when I’m under pressure or time constraints, it’s reminded to me to prioritize and maintain a clarity of focus. If I have to ignore the blog to prioritize writing to my wife (or reading books she loves so I can share that with her), then it’s worth it. And if it’s ignoring inane reality television, so much the better.
I know the best way for me to try and cram all my goals into the time I have is probably to block off certain hours of the day, or even dedicate certain days of the week to certain projects. But I still wish I had 37 hours a day so I could accomplish even more.
Not sure if I’ve typed about this before, but I’ve recently developed a pretty strong love of writing longhand. And because my past few blog entries have taken so long with interruptions, editing, proofreading, inserting images, looking things up, creating appropriate hyperlinks… Today’s post should be pretty short. Because I’m basically taking going to take today off from the blog and write a love letter home to my wife and then break out my journal.
I’d like to see some studies done on this, but one thing I notice is that I’m more careful and deliberate when I write by hand. Putting ink to page removes the ease of correction that pixels on a screen give, so each sentence that I write for somebody else to read becomes that much more considered. It’s taken me a while to re-learn how to write in cursive after more than a decade of ignoring the practice and sometimes I start writing faster than I really can, leading to some unsightly corrections. But by and large I find the process to be much more fulfilling.
For one, handwriting is much more personal than helvetica on a screen. Who among us would really choose a simple email from a loved one over a handwritten missive that they took the time to craft themselves? There are a number of conveyances available to carry my words to another person, but only one with such a personal touch as my own handwriting. The different stresses and reliefs and indentations on the paper. Where ink flowed more vigorously from my Lamy 2000 fountain pen or was strained to wick out fast enough under a long and rapid stroke. Electrons do not capture this. An email can’t be spritzed was a hint of perfume or cologne for a loved one to smell. And when writing with a fountain pen, I have even more choices in colors of ink and types of paper (cotton vs. linen vs. laid, etc.).
The second thing I’ve noticed is that I enjoy the peace and quiet of crafting a letter this way. It’s really, REALLY nice to not have Facebook chiming in your ear with constant distractions, and I’m not looking things up on the internet. I simply observe, think, and write. The focus is much better and I feel more effective. I really believe the slower pace and permanence of the ink on the page encourages one to think and phrase things more clearly, and that will translate into day-to-day life simply because the brain is getting exercised in a beneficial way that can be applied elsewhere. I honestly feel longhand writing improves cognitive function. This essay mentions what I’m talking about.
My last observation before I stick in some links for your further reading is a simple one: appearances matter. And living in an age of typing and texting has contributed even further (I believe in my case, anyhow) to penmanship looking even worse than hurry and uncaring had already made it appear. My handwriting was atrocious and frankly, embarrassing. Writing as much as possible longhand has helped me get back in the groove and improved my penmanship’s appearance. Because a professional man shouldn’t have handwriting that looks like that of a ten-year-old. I print capitol block letters most times for clarity, but even that can look nice or awful depending on one’s level of care. Writing in cursive (or script) again has improved my penmanship on all levels and made it look far more professional. Aaybe you work in an industry where you think penmanship doesn’t matter. All I’ll say is my handwriting looks like it belongs to a grown-up now so I can be taken seriously. Does yours/can you?
Write longhand. Write in cursive. There are actually good reasons to do so. Now if you’ll pardon me, I’m going to go write a letter to my wife.
I have all my best ideas and revelations in the shower.
Now that you know exactly where I was and mostly what I was doing when this blog post occurred to me I’ll ask you the question that was running through my head: where did writing in cursive come from? The answer became pretty obvious: cursive was the most efficient means of writing when using a a quill and ink because it allowed for fewer lifts and presses of the tip and one continuous flow. While it may seems silly now in the age of the ball-point pen, a quill and even a fountain pen don’t have mechanically controlled flows of ink. A ball-point uses an oil-based ink and only writes if the ball itself is moving across the paper. But for centuries before that inks were water based and the flow was controlled only by capillary action. Think of how a paper towel will keep absorbing a spill into dry sections of the towel that are beyond where the fluid was on the surface being cleaned. If that quill stopped moving, a word or sentence could quickly be turned into nothing more than an ugly blot.
So why the historical reflection? Because on my deployment last year I had a startling realization: writing a letter home to a loved one just isn’t quite the same when it’s typed out in helvetica and represented by ones and zeros on a computer screen. Granted, that’s when I started this blog, but even that is only as permanent as I keep paying for the hosting. And a heartfelt letter written home to a loved one that has to be laser printed to made a keepsake won’t have so much as the author’s signature- just their word choice.
It suddenly dawned on me that not only had I abandoned writing in cursive about 15 years ago in favor of printing block letters, but I didn’t write at all anymore. Everything is typed these days. Typed into the keyboard of the laptop. Thumbs punching at a furious rate on the glass screen of a smart phone. For crying out loud, I talk to my iPhone and have Siri send text messages via dictation more often than I actually write something out by hand. And this is pretty sad for several reasons.
For one, despite never having great penmanship I’ve always enjoyed the experience of committing words to paper. There’s something innately wonderful about finding exactly the right words to convey an idea or emotion as your experiencing it in the moment. Even if you look back and realize it wasn’t fully formed or was somehow immature, the fact is you still have a record of that moment. Blogs and typing can still capture that essence (otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this, right?) but there’s something so much more tactile and real about imperfect handwriting and the subtle indentations in the paper made by the ball point rolling over it as it dispenses ink.
Think tactile and real don’t matter? The second reason it’s a shame to not physically write more is that historians have gathered a ton of information about the past from the journals and letters of even simple men. We live in an electronic information age right now, but have you ever lost a file because you forgot to save it? Or had a harddrive fail? Or gone back to a favorite website only to find it had been taken down? Sooner or later these things happen. Paper and pen are by their very nature physical objects, with all the permanence you provide for them (even just a cardboard box in a dry attic will keep them for years).
A love letter home to somebody special should be something special for that loved one. Sure, an email is great and can be quite long. You can say an awful lot and it’s much faster to type than to write the same message out longhand. But if you really love this person, is it the time that matters or the communication of the message? A hand-written letter is something for them to hold. It’s a piece of you, by nature of time spent crafting it, your unique handwriting building it, and your thoughts in that moment composing it. (A quick splash or spray of your cologne or perfume never hurt, either.) That hand-written letter is instantly a keepsake that can be re-read or even passed down to children and grandchildren. Your simple words to a loved one can become a monument to who you are.
I’ve written here in the past about how I prefer to shave in an old fashioned method. Maybe as I get older I begin to appreciate more and more “antiquities”. But I don’t think I want to let something so classic essentially die in my life when it can convey so much more emotion and personal connection than a typed out electronic document. Beside that, I like to think that since I’ve been practicing these past few weeks my handwriting has improved a great deal. And since nobody else is physically writing anything anymore, my penmanship looks marvelous now by comparison!
Oh my goodness, who knew there were such cool pens out there?!?! For a brief while I flirted with the idea of buying a Montblanc Meisterstück 149. This is one of the pens to serious collectors, and even those who think it’s over-hyped would admit it is something of a standard. But being a luxury good company, it is grossly overpriced and they go for half or less the new retail cost on eBay. It may be an 18k gold nib, but that “precious resin” barrel is still just plastic. There’s nothing wrong with a Parker or a Cross, but they just seemed to be everywhere so there was nothing special about them either (although Parker is trying to change this and eliminate an “entry level” image). Here are some really cool pens I’ve found for substantially less than a Montblanc 149, and arguably more interesting.
Retro 51. Their “Tornado” line of pens are nice and not-too-thick, with a pleasant heft and outstandingly smooth flow of ink. The local art supply store keeps one by the till for signing credit card receipts and I was instantly in love with the way it wrote. That’s never happened to me, because a pen is a pen is a pen, right? It turns out that I liked it so much because while it was a rollerball (which we all know writes smoother than ballpoint) it wasn’t the typical gel based ink, but rather water based like a fountain pen! Pictured here is the Vintage Metalsmith series, each named for an American president. They were $30-36 USD each, limited edition and becoming scarce, but you should still be able to find them if you look on Amazon or eBay. For a pen honestly hewn from metal rather than painted plastic, the entry price is worth it. Factor in the wonderful flow of ink, and the Jefferson (first on the left) has quickly become my favorite pen. I bought my fiancee the Franklin (3rd from left) and would have bought a Lincoln (2nd) if they were still in stock. The Madison didn’t strike me, but maybe in person would be different. Regardless, even the presentation is wonderful, with great retro art on the boxes and a very cool and colorful aluminium tube inside the box. Better presentation than one would expect from a budget pen. Even their Classic Lacquers line is a stainless steel body, beautifully painted, and can be had for $20-25 USD. Just remember that water based ink will blot if left stationary on very absorbant (computer printer) paper.
Lamy. This is another new discovery of mine that I’m very much falling in love with. I bought and now write with a Lamy 2000 fountain pen, and it’s wonderful! I love how vivid the inks are, and that I can get several different inks or even blend my own for unique colors. I love that even something as simple as a pen seems to be overbuilt if it’s made in Germany. I like the simple and timeless Bauhaus design influence- very modern and sleek. It costs less than one-fourth the price of a new Montblanc 149. But mostly I love the feeling of sitting down to write something with intent, whether it’s one of the journals I picked up or a letter to my sweetheart on some 24 lb. linen paper. Lamy has lots of other designs and models, as well. I really like the nice cases their Dialog series comes in, even though the only writing instrument in that series I care for is actually a “lowly” ballpoint. Even the box for a $12.50 Tipo rollerball is over-engineered .
You don’t have to spend a lot on cool pens. You don’t have to buy fancy paper. These are things I did because I want to dress up the experience of writing the letter (the pen) a little bit for myself as a reminder to put in the best effort and make a memorable experience (the letter) for my reader. Whether it’s my fiancee, wife in a few short months, or the children we have later. Writing something by hand can imbue that simple note with a little bit of who you are, even if it’s just a cheap Bic ballpoint and Mead notepad. If the fanciest you want to get a Cross pen, they make some beautiful writing instruments for a really fair price. Just write something. A letter for your kids to open a year from now. An unexpected love note to your spouse or girl/boyfriend. A thank you letter to your parents for not strangling you during your teenage years (that may just be me). Take advantage of the relative immortality your physically written words can have, but don’t dwell on it and try to be false or built-up in your pretense for writing. Just capture that perfect moment, the joie de vivre of sharing something with another human. Share your time and thought, and by nature just a little piece of yourself in this method slowly being forgotten.
If you’re genuine, and really writing something from your heart to somebody you care about, you won’t be able to help it. It’ll likely be the most well-written thing they read.
Science and Education FTW!
Physical Evidence And Reasoned Logic
Posts about Atheism and the shortcomings of religion. Sometimes satirical and sometimes serious. #AtheistAssessment
A little bit of knowledge, being a dangerous thing...
A non-stop stream of consciousness orgy.
My motorcycle adventures and thoughts
Keeping the faith of fanatics who feel fired up for anything motorcycles. It’s all about the journey and the philosophy of riding on two wheels. Let’s bring alive the truly unique culture of motorcycling and never let the ride leave the fibers of our being.
Caffeine-induced thoughts on God, politics, and other comfortable topics.
Short stories, editorials, exploration, and other fun things that inspire us.