“You do seem to be a blur. Moving all the time emotionally and physically. Maybe men only see where you’ve just been, have no idea where you are, and are clueless about where you’re going to.”
Month: November 2008
This was my first Danitrio. I haven’t seen another pen similar to it, so perhaps it never passed the prototype stage. The entire pen is ebonite, except the feed. The barrel features sterling silver inserts: one engraved with a phoenix, the other with a dragon. I’ve had it a couple of years, and it shows. …
I was freelancing. It was the first time in my advertising career that I’d ever done that. It was 1995 and I had resigned from Basic Advertising in a principled huff, in the way only young people confident of prospects can, but I still needed to earn my keep. So I was in Ogilvy writing …
Please send me text messages. Joel grabbed the ending notes of the new Star Trek trailer, did his usual magic with Garage Band, and now I have a new message tone. Here it is.
Back in the day, you didn’t have to change your pen if you became bored with how it wrote. You just bought another nib. Vintage Esterbrook pens are affordable and easy to find, and offer new-to-vintage fountain pen collectors the joy of interchangeable nibs. (Esterbrook.net is the online destination for Estie information, pictures and more.) …
The “Approaching Advertising Through Poetry” presentation is available for download until November 11, 2008. Just click the “Raw School” tab on top.
Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. The Hannya Sutra, also known as the Heart Sutra, is one of the most known of all Buddhist sutras. Pilot and Sailor each released pens with the Hannya Sutra engraved on the cap and barrel. Most recently, Kamakura Pens sold out their limited edition Hannya Sutra pen based on …
No one saw who stole your name, only the white left behind, stark against gray one November visit after another could never erase. Someone sold your name, fed your name to a child, snorted your name from a plastic bag, puked your name into a cardboard box on a sidewalk. You were only a name …
In my hometown, death is just another relative. To understand that, you need to have been born here, where you can’t turn the other cheek without being introduced to yet another cousin, or someone whose aunt was such great friends with your aunt you’re practically blood cousins even though the only common genetic inheritance you …