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Happy Easter!
Apr. 20th, 2003 02:46 pmAnd it certainly is now, since I finished the job due tomorrow (except, natch, for the review). Today's load was not quite as large as yesterday's, but I still managed to put nearly 3,500 words down on phosphor.
The kids have invited us over for dinner around 5:30, although I expect we'll go over a bit earlier, to socialize and hang out.
I signed up for a catalog from the Fountain Pen Hospital and received it Fridayl As you might expect, most of the book is devoted to the pens themselves, and most of them weigh in at somewhere over $200 (the pen on the back cover, commemmorating Michelangelo, tops out at $18,000 for one of only several made, in 24-karat gold, if memory serves).
My cardiologist is a fountain pen collector (they/we are easy to identify... they/we use fountain pens when we write!)
Why the funny "they/we" formulation? I don't really know if I am a collector or not. I know I like fountain pens... I always have. I remember starting to use one in 9th grade and liking the feel of the nib sliding across the paper.
In celebration of having published my first book, Galina got me a Mont Blank Meisterstück. The pen had been an object of mild lust ever since I had seen one in use by one of my Russian profs at school, who used it to mark papers and exams.
Of course, it's not easy to use a fountain pen in a world where so few people pay attention to what they write with, and pens are basically throwaway items. I recall one woman at a title company who got really upset with my attempting to use my Mont Blanc pen to sign the small mountain of paper that must be signed when you close on a house. She pleaded with me to use a ballpoint, so the process could go faster (she was apparently backed up that day). I seem to recall we agreed to a compromise, where I signed the "main" document with my pen, and the remaining documents with hers.
Another problem with using fountain pens is finding suitable paper for them. There are few things less pleasant than to find a well-proportioned notebook, with suitably smooth and heavy paper, only to watch the paper wick large amounts of ink out of the pen as the nib travels over it, resulting in a series of dots appearing on the reverse side of the paper, where the pen point paused momentarily as one wrote. (Finicky, ain't I?)
I'm sure I'll not be buying any pens in the immediate future (although the cobalt Conklin "Mark Twain" model has caught my fancy), but I'll probably get some ink or repair supplies.
Anyway, it's about an hour or so until we start to think seriously about going over to the kids' place. I hope everyone is having a pleasant day.
Cheers...
The kids have invited us over for dinner around 5:30, although I expect we'll go over a bit earlier, to socialize and hang out.
I signed up for a catalog from the Fountain Pen Hospital and received it Fridayl As you might expect, most of the book is devoted to the pens themselves, and most of them weigh in at somewhere over $200 (the pen on the back cover, commemmorating Michelangelo, tops out at $18,000 for one of only several made, in 24-karat gold, if memory serves).
My cardiologist is a fountain pen collector (they/we are easy to identify... they/we use fountain pens when we write!)
Why the funny "they/we" formulation? I don't really know if I am a collector or not. I know I like fountain pens... I always have. I remember starting to use one in 9th grade and liking the feel of the nib sliding across the paper.
In celebration of having published my first book, Galina got me a Mont Blank Meisterstück. The pen had been an object of mild lust ever since I had seen one in use by one of my Russian profs at school, who used it to mark papers and exams.
Of course, it's not easy to use a fountain pen in a world where so few people pay attention to what they write with, and pens are basically throwaway items. I recall one woman at a title company who got really upset with my attempting to use my Mont Blanc pen to sign the small mountain of paper that must be signed when you close on a house. She pleaded with me to use a ballpoint, so the process could go faster (she was apparently backed up that day). I seem to recall we agreed to a compromise, where I signed the "main" document with my pen, and the remaining documents with hers.
Another problem with using fountain pens is finding suitable paper for them. There are few things less pleasant than to find a well-proportioned notebook, with suitably smooth and heavy paper, only to watch the paper wick large amounts of ink out of the pen as the nib travels over it, resulting in a series of dots appearing on the reverse side of the paper, where the pen point paused momentarily as one wrote. (Finicky, ain't I?)
I'm sure I'll not be buying any pens in the immediate future (although the cobalt Conklin "Mark Twain" model has caught my fancy), but I'll probably get some ink or repair supplies.
Anyway, it's about an hour or so until we start to think seriously about going over to the kids' place. I hope everyone is having a pleasant day.
Cheers...
