A storm destroys your uncle’s shed and kills his six-year-old son. Describe the color of the sky right before the storm hit.
We could tell a storm was coming. The sky was a silvery gray, luminous while at the same time gloomy, as if the sun was hidden inside a ball of mesh. The clouds were yanked across the sky as the wind picked up. “They’re predicting a bad one; best get all the windows closed and the doors latched.” So the adults moved to see to things requiring closing and latching, while Charlie, my six-year-old cousin, went to make sure his tonka trucks were safe. I can still see his yellow t-shirt as he moved into the gloom of the shed. Ten minutes later he was dead.
Next week: Name the trees that stood in the neighborhood where you grew up.
Super fun post about choosing a Moleskine notebook and organizing it from The Art of Manliness. The GTD Organizer by Stephen is interesting. And I love the idea of keeping a flat rock for skipping in the notebook pocket.
Note: The Monster list for Moleskine tips, tricks and hacks didn’t work for me. So I googled it and found it here. Ha ha let’s all use and appreciate our squishy salmon-coloured companion!
Another note: Not all of the links in the Monster list work either. Sigh. That will teach me to reference posts that are 4 years old. I’ll stop being lazy tomorrow. Maybe. 🙂
The desire to write grows with writing.
– Desiderius Erasmus
In my post on May 16 I talked about something I wanted badly but have so far never used: my Paperblanks Silver Filigree Pink Blush journals. I have used the small one but not the big one. I really thought I had talked about them before but couldn’t find a post about them so here goes.
I first saw them on lovenotebooks.com and instantly fell in love. I thought they looked medieval and romantic. I went to one of my favorite journal stores, Paper Root Studio, and picked up the 3.5×7 Slim Journal, which is the smaller of the two pictured.
The Slim Journal has a single clasp that I love. I use this daily to record my tea drinking. With frequent use the clasp no longer stays upright.
I happened to be walking by the Hallmark store in my neighborhood and spied the 7×9 Ultra Journal in the window. I rushed in and rushed out with it, oblivious to the cost (it was less than $30 but barely). I have yet to find a use for it. I have started to write in it, thinking it could become my new daily journal, but I just can’t! It’s too beautiful somehow; I just can’t bring myself to do it. Silly I know but it’s the truth.
The Ultra Journal shown above has two clasps. Daily use will probably have the same effect as on the smaller one. I love the marbling on the page edges.
The inside covers are covered in a plain goldish-toned paper.
Both notebooks lie flat, which is great. The paper is more white than cream and takes fountain pen ink beautifully. I must admit I was disappointed with the opened notebook; I thought the pages would be decorated in some subtle way. And I don’t know why they thought a red ribbon bookmark would look good! Both notebooks have the same bright red bookmark. Silver or blush pink would have been a much better choice, in my opinion.
Same end papers, with a pocket for loose pages.
Even though I hate the ribbon bookmark I am still (and will be for a long time I’m sure) in love with these notebooks. Paperblanks has so many beautiful products, be sure to check them out on lovenotebooks.com or your favorite notebook retailer.
I absolutely adore this image of Adolf Konrad’s packing list from December 16, 1963. He was heading to Rome and Egypt. I think I can count five journals, two or three fountain pens, four bottles of ink (!), three pencils, one ruler, and one eraser. I love how half the page takes up his writing/painting/photographic supplies for his trip.
This image is one of many from the 2011 exhibition called Lists: To Dos, Illustrated Inventories, Collected Thoughts and Other Artists’ Enumerations From the Smithsonian Archives of American Art. The Morgan Library & Museum website provides only this one image; you can read more about the exhibition and view more of the items on the Archives of American Art webpage. If you click through you can look at other sketches of the people and places he saw on his trip. There’s even a book you can buy.
Great poem by Charles Green Shaw.
And finally the wonderful love letter from Eero Saarinen to Aline Bernstein in 1954, around the time of their marriage. It is hinted at in the Morgan article.
Updated: I just realized this is a travelling exhibition and it is currently showing at the Museum of Art, Rhode Island School of Design, 224 Benefit Street, Providence, Rhode Island, from March 15 to June 16, 2013. Wish I lived closer!
Describe an electronic device in the future that you won’t know how to operate.
I opened the toaster oven sized box with the extremely festive purple ribbon. My granddaughter had obviously gone to an awful lot of trouble. It was silly how pleased that purple ribbon made me, but it did. That she took the time to choose the ribbon and make the impressive bow herself; it meant something.
Inside the box was a rectangular object, silver and shiny, with discreet black buttons along the top. A clock radio, I thought; how lovely. I lifted it out of the box, surprised at how weightless it was. I soon discovered it was not a clock radio; there was no face on the front, no numbers of any kind. Just more of the shiny, smooth silver. “I hope you like it Nanny,” Caroline said, with a hopeful note in her voice. I smiled in what I hoped was an encouraging manner, but I truly had no idea what it was.
I pressed one of the buttons and a booming voice filled the room. “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead!”
“That’s Shakespeare!” I exclaimed, a grin spreading over my face. “That’s Kenneth Branagh!”
“Yes, Nanny, your favorite. This little box contains the complete works of Shakespeare, read by many different actors, plus all the Shakespearean films ever made. Watch!” I watched fascinated as she took the silver box from me and seemed to aim it at the wall. She pressed the buttons in some secret sequence (I must get her to write the method down before she leaves) and a tiny lens emerged from the middle of the box. All at once Lawrence Olivier appeared, in Richard III. Then under the confident ministrations of Caroline Kenneth Branagh and Derek Jacobi flitted across the screen. “You can bring up the menu here, and choose the movies here; or you can switch to audio and choose the plays or sonnets here.”
She turned to me with such a joyful and hopeful look on her face. “Oh my dear you have to write the steps down for me so I can use it. But thank you, oh thank you!” It had been several years since I had opened a book; my eyesight was not what it once was. But now I saw myself listening to the bard or watching his merry actors for many evenings to come.
Next week: A storm destroys your uncle’s shed and kills his six-year-old son. Describe the color of the sky right before the storm hit.
Writing is a struggle against silence.
– Carlos Fuentes