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Once More Into the Breach

I inked up a pen I haven’t used in a while to decide if I really want to sell it.

The problem is, this isn’t always as easy as it sounds.

For the first step, I merely hold the pen again and decide if I like how it feels. I’ve tried that with several pens and decided, in a couple cases, I still didn’t like how they felt. They remain in the to-be-sold case.

After a pen passes the “yeah, that doesn’t feel so bad” test, I have to decide on the ink. This creates a new problem.

I chose a newly acquired ink for the pen I resurrected today. Thus far the ink and the pen don’t seem to be playing nicely together. This means I’ll eventually have to clean the pen out and try it with a second ink. If it fails again, then it’s sayonara for the pen. On the other hand, if it passes, then, well, that’s when things get complicated.

I have a couple pens I like a lot. By this I mean I appreciate how well they are made and I like writing with them, but they’re simply not my style anymore. Fore example, if anyone wants to buy this pen, email me.

Those pens might get one last chance, but they’ll probably go.

The pens I do like get to live on. Which means they get used for a while and then filed away for future consideration.

All Work and Some Gab

Except for a much needed conversation with an old friend, I spent a good portion of the day working on things that needed to be done. You can blame a broken computer mouse for that.

Because the mouse was broken I wasn’t able to waste much time playing games. The mouse would do basic stuff, but it occasionally decided to break free of it’s programming and scroll any which way it wanted. This was especially true in the game. As I was trying to scroll in to target an enemy, it was scrolling out as if to say “haven’t enough tanks died today”? That was usually followed by me dying so you can guess the answer to that question.

This meant I got some writing done, on a couple projects, and even did a rough outline of the course I start teaching tomorrow. However, it’s left me drained for any real ideas for this post. If I were smart, I’d write nothing, but the habit is too well ingrained now to stop easily.

I have more reviews coming up as I finish using a couple notebooks and consider putting a couple pens out to pasture. (I’ll describe that thought process in a future post.)

Until then, let this count as a place holder.

Nakaya Cigar Portable Kuro-Tamenuri–Longish Term Review

In honor of Fountain Pen Day, a fountain pen review I’ve been putting off for a while.

I had intended to buy my grail pen later, but then one came available online for a surprisingly good price. After careful consideration of five minutes or so I decided that if the pen was available when I visited a couple days later, I might buy it.

I’m still not sure if I wanted it to be there when I got there or not. But it was there and I liked it enough to buy it. Then I had it fixed.

Nakaya pens are grail pens for a large number of pen addicts. They are handmade from ebonite (hard rubber) and hand coated with Japanese wakashi urushi lacquer. This gives them a rich look that other pen makers have a hard time duplicating. (More on that later.)

Mine is a Cigar Portable Kuro-Tamenuri (Black “pool” lacquering process, which doesn’t sound that sexy). Despite the name, it looks mostly black, except for areas where the months of coating and polishing revealed the red urushi layers.

The capped pen. You can see the red layers where the cap meets the barrel.

The capped pen. You can see the red layers where the cap meets the barrel.

Another view, with more red layers exposed.

Another view, with more red layers exposed.

It wasn’t my first color choice for my grail pen, but I’ve learned to  like the predominantly black look because it’s a pen that can be used in business or or in public with out attracting much attention, except from fellow pen addicts.

It has a 14K gold broad nib that has a nice bit of flex to it, although I have to be careful not to spring it. It is 150 mm long without the cap and 165 long with the cap. Like all Platinum based nibs, it has a lot tooth. One reviewer described the feeling as how a pencil feels and sounds as it moves across paper. At 20 grams, the pen is surprisingly light, even when inked.

Detail of the nib.

Detail of the nib. (Yes, it says, “Nakata” not Nakaya, after the founder of the company.)

Because I bought it used, the nib still had the influence of the former owner. I took it to the Nakaya staff at a pen show and they fixed the nib (and replaced the feed) free of charge.

The only things that annoy me about the pen are that, because it has internal metal threads it can’t be used eye-dropper style and that, because it is a cartridge/converter pen, it doesn’t have a great ink capacity. This latter complaint is the deal breaker for a great many pen addicts. For the same money, I can get different pens with more ink capacity.

Also, because the version I got has no clip, it has to be placed carefully or it will roll off the table.

That said, there is something about the look and feel of a Nakaya that can’t be matched by other pens. They feel warm when you pick them up.

I understand why some people don’t like them, or more accurately, don’t prefer them. but it all works for me.

 

 

The Course You Choose May Not Be Your Own

Our oldest is at the phase of her high school career where her high school is forcing her to make choices. These choices also effect She Who Must Be Obeyed and me.

At hour oldest’s school 11th graders are required to choose the course of study that will carry them to the course of study they hope to follow in their university careers. Against the better judgement of She Who Must Be Obeyed our oldest thinks she wants to follow the physics course.

Although I think this is a good idea there are a couple of issues: 1) her study habits are not the best; 2) math is not her best subject and physics requires lots of math; 3) the math will reach a level where all SWMBO and I can do to help her is clap our hands and lead cheers to inspire her; 4) She seems to think we’ll hire a tutor to help her; 5) I get the feeling she’s chosen it because one of her friends is going to choose it; and 6) I’ve got the vague sense that she’s chosen it because SWMBO is against it. In fact, this choice has prompted a couple long arguments between the two.

Either way, I encourage our oldest to choose a more difficult path, and physics is a good jumping off point for other kinds of science, but I also realize (as does SWMBO) that there’s going to be a lot of fighting over rules and study habits. This means there may be an iPhone 6 available for purchase sometime next year and that my WiFi is about to get a serious password upgrade.

 

Marks and Malaise

Finished the final marks for the Sunday classes I teach, then couldn’t be bothered to do much else of anything.

This is as predictable as getting a migraine and/or a cold on the first day of a vacation. However, in the case of the post-marking, end-of-term malaise, I often horrify myself enough by what I don’t do the first day that I end up doing something the next day.

Today, though, I ran through a bunch of small projects and even managed to sell some ink. What I didn’t do was write very much, but I also didn’t play much. It was just a day to sit and do very little but what could be accomplished without having to actually get up and go get it.

In the end I did a few things that were actually useful, including some writing and some organizing. Tomorrow is another day, of course, but I’ve said that before.

A Phone and a Pen Addict

I taught three classes today and phoned them all in. I was present but not active, which suited my students just fine.

After a shortish morning, I met a fellow pen addict and her husband on the occasion of their second visit to Japan. (Note: they are in transit to other places and have given themselves a long layover in Tokyo.) I bought ink on behalf of someone else and she bought ink and a pen on behalf of herself.

After that I ate too much and marked too little. By the time I got to my evening class I was already ready to be done. I managed to pull something together–mostly a final exam of sorts–and then managed to trick the students into marking it.

It was not my greatest moment, but they all were happy with their scores. Now I have to do final marks.

But first, it’s way past my bed time.

Diet Busting and Possibly Expensive, With Models

It could have been worse. Well, some of it could have.

A friend and former photography teacher to treated me to lunch in exchange for reading the first several pages of his novel. (It just keeps getting better and it may be time for him to submit it.)

Because it was an all-you-can-eat salad bar that featured soft tacos, various pastas, soups, ice cream and cake (oh, and actual salad) I did as much damage to the salad bar and my diet/lifestyle change as I could.

I also got a couple contacts from him for people to read my current work in progress.

After that, we went to the Olympus Gallery which is a kind of porn shop for people interested in Olympus cameras. My friend turned out to be their most effective salesman and convinced me that getting one the cameras used might be a good idea, especially as the value is dropping thanks to a new version coming out. (Luckily there were no used versions around.)

While we were there, we saw a small exhibition off to the side that seemed to be staffed with women dressed in flowing robes and/or togas. We were both immediately impressed (with the photographs, not the women, although, well, more on that later) and spent a lot more time studying the photographs than we’d planned.

The photographer has a fantasy style that involves lots of costumes, make up and smoke machines that let him print the photos on large sheets of paper that look like paintings. We were trying to figure out how he spliced in all the models so seamlessly but later, when we spoke with him he assured us that everything was taken in one shot with no heavy post processing.

Eventually we realized that all the women in robes/togas were models who appeared in a number of the photographs, including one that was the center piece and that explained why they were dressed the way they were. (Note: we met the one on the far left and the one center left who appears to be wiping a tear.) Even with the robes/togas, they looked much different without all the stylized make up and bank of Profoto lights. Also, because it was the last day of the show, other models showed up to get pictures of themselves next to their pictures.

Eventually I got home and She Who Must Be Obeyed asked how my day was and I said it was good. She asked what I did all afternoon and I said “Looked at models, um, of cameras.”

Which is not, technically, a lie.

Honey Do or Do Not

I was off work today which meant I got put to work. Sort of. Eventually.

The plan was for She Who Must Be Obeyed and I to brave the dangers and monsters of the variety room closet in order to start winterizing the house. This involves clearing out the the “variety pile” in front of the closet. That is followed by cleaning, breaking down and putting away the summer fans and dragging out the kerosene heater, the electric carpet and the heavy blankets.

Unfortunately, there was a delay as She Who Must Be Obeyed had to take our youngest to a special game event involving the game she likes to play. There was a further delay when they returned and announced they’d have to go back. The event was apparently popular enough that game time had to be scheduled.

This slowed every thing down. Although I could have dragged everything out, I learned a long time ago that it was necessary to wait. As husband, conditioned by decades of commercials and TV shows telling my I am incompetent, I cannot be trusted to clean the fans properly. Because I cannot be trusted, the “variety pile” will have to be moved so that SWMBO can check my handy work (translation: clean stuff no matter how clean it already is).

Not wanting to do the same job twice, I waited.

Eventually we tackled the project and the house is properly winterized. This means it will be unseasonably warm for a few more weeks.

 

Put Off the Knives by the Revenuers

Was late to a knife show thanks to the Kansas Department of Revenue. Then wasn’t that impressed.

Emailed Kansas Department of Revenue yesterday about my driver’s license renewal and then got strange replies I should have got two weeks ago. (Long story for a future post.) Spent time sending in new and improved versions of forms and then headed to the knife show.

This delay meant I was late, which is unusual. My Canadian friend was on time and had already scouted out locations and/or dangers.

We walked the rows of what is usually one of the best shows of the  year but came away underwhelmed. The trend was mammoth tusk ivory handles (which look great) and black DLC coating (which looks black from certain angles) but there was nothing special. (Of course, my earlier news had complicated things.)

After saying no to a few temptations, we decided one pass through was enough and then went for burgers and beer.

The next show is the Tokyo Folding Knife Show. It’s in February and is usually my favorite show of the year. I’ll be there. Until then, I have to save in case I have to travel. If I don’t. Well. Then.

The Marriage of Figaro and Wood Blocks

I discovered today that the secret to getting people to like opera and classical music is to bore them so much with speeches beforehand that they’ll take any music they get.

Today was family concert day at a nearby community center where our youngest occasionally plays ping-pong. The concert featured the local Kawagoe Philharmonic Orchestra (link in Japanese). For various complicated reasons, our youngest was also involved.

The concert opened with speeches from some guy (not his real name) and from the first violin. There was also an impromptu interview with the first violin. Then the conductor, who looks as if he’s about 12 years old, came out and started the show.

They opened with selections from The Marriage of Figaro. This part featured three opera singers who put on a decent show. Their performance, though, was hurt by the concert taking place in a public auditorium that also serves as a gym. Because we were below the stage we had the orchestra between us and the singers which meant the voices got drowned out much of the time. A narrator, though, updated us between movements.

For the second part, our youngest and her friend joined the orchestra for a performance of The Syncopated Clock. This, of course, required a short interview of our youngest and her friend. When asked how they felt about performing, the friend said she was nervous; our youngest said she was looking forward to it. (This earned an Ooooooh from the crowd.)  They then took turns playing the wood block part of the song.

Of course, they were interviewed after they were finished.

(Note: our youngest earned the right to play by being “volunteered” by She Who Must Be Obeyed. Long story.)

The final part of the concert was selections from Carmen. An group of elementary school and junior high school ballet dancers from a local school put on a nice show during the performance.

After that, there was one more speech, and we all got to run away while the orchestra got a short break before their second show. Our youngest was only required for the first performance. Other’s were taking over woodblock duty for the second show.