Still warm! The eggs, that is.
Lost the first 40 minutes of the day to trying to find out if I can hack a better fill for the Tombow Airpress pen I picked up today. The size and shape are perfect for what I need, but the ink is terrible. I dislike ballpoints at the best of times, and the line on this one is grey and scratchy. So, right now, I’m running it with a Pigma Micron, which turns out to fit the pen loop better.
Pen loop on what? An Office Depot Note Card Case (UK) (US+). Remember the Hipster PDA? This is like the Executive Hipster PDA.
If you want to go nuts, there’s the Levenger Pocket Briefcase, which I read about on a stationery blog last night. But this was a tenner as opposed to sixty quid for the Levenger thing and it does exactly the same job, only not in leather.
I want more capture points for thinking and events. Can’t catch the big fish without nets. And I want to be on my phone less, as previously noted. Also, things captured in the phone tend to disappear into the phone, and, as I’ve said before, emailing myself is one of my worst habits, because you wake up in the morning and your inbox is at 109.
I am unlikely to keep an index card box – that way lies Zettelkasten and madness. Anything I put down that I need to save will get trimmed and pasted into the notebook.
I kind of miss having one Moleskine for everything? But the paper is not good now, I was going through up to six of them a year, and those bulky fuckers pile up. This is going to be quicker and easier to manage. And I always have a spare shirt pocket, because I mostly wear work shirts. Americans are really bloody good at workwear: I have Carharrt shirts that don’t have a stitch loose after 12 years, and I get similar out of Dickies and Riggs and the like. They’re comfortable, warm, breathable and really hard-wearing, and have two chest pockets. I most often wear them over popovers that have at least one pocket. Phone always goes in the left pocket. The other one is for earbuds or the Rabbit or whatever else. Used to be a notebook. Now it’s this thing.
(My daughter was sixteen or seventeen when she turned to me, as we walked out to the local restaurant, and said, “I’ve finally solved the secret of the power of the patriarchy. Pockets! You all have fucking pockets!” And that, dear reader, is when she started wearing suit jackets found in charity shops, and why she wore a vintage suit adjusted by a tailor to her university graduation. Yes, my kid has a degree.)
(Also: extreme version of the above)
So, for the next 24 days, I need to be producing around 10 pages of material a day, as I slacked off last week.
Inbox is at 109, yeah. Running deep from here for 24 days.