September 24, 2004

Suicide Shopping

It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. The cliche held just so, so true. A colleague who had been sturdily resisting the addiction had caved a while back and agreed to shop, and today was the day we all had time. Another coworker from Provo who was in town and had succumbed on his last trip acknowledged that he might need, you know, maybe one more. So off we went, the four of us; myself, the two newly afflicted, and another who I have pulled deeply down into the sickness.

It was a suicide mission. I had to go, to shepherd the newbies through the process, provide some gentle support, ensure they didn't overspend too egregiously. That, however, meant going into the damned place myself.

Sure enough, I'm $286 poorer.

On the other hand, I now have a second dedicated piston-fill pen, this one a daily driver and oh so light and quick. I broke down, joined the other stylonauts with me and bought a one-hander daily use pen - ah, modern technology. Round that off with a new red/black ink and a Moleskine

Peter bought two vintage pens, a Sheaffer Vacu-fill and an older Sheaffer replaceable nib. We are losers. We revel in it.

On the other hand, my handwriting continues to improve. Posted by jbz at September 24, 2004 1:10 AM | TrackBack

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