Cheap Field Notes, with free shipping to boot.

I’ve worked with manufacturers/purveyors on promotions (usually review copies/products) on the pencil blog, but never on this blog in its nearly 8-year existence.  But Kishan from Maxton Men has an offer that’s too good to refuse.  Maxton Men is a new online shop featuring gifts for men that has free shipping and is just starting out.  Anyone that sells Field Notes with free shipping has a place in my bookmarks.

Buy anything from the “Office” section and use the promotion code PRAGMATIK to get 15% off until the 20th.  So what? you say?

Field Notes, brothers (and sisters), 15% off, free shipping.  They even have a few special editions and only charge $9 for regular ones.  (Also Le Pens, which seem to be making a welcome come-back.)

Go forth, and get the best deal on Field Notes I’ve seen.  And tell ‘em who sent you.

(For giving  you the deals, dear readings, one of you should send me a pack of the American Tradesman edition for home improvements at the house we’ll be purchasing in the coming months.  Just saying.)

House hunting is hard.

This, of course, goes under the “no shit” column.

Being car-free (six years now, as of two weeks ago) and otherwise limiting where in Baltimore we are looking really narrows down our pool, more than finances, actually.  (Not that we can afford everything in our target area.)  You’d think that would make it easier to find a house.  But in reality, we have to juggle what we don’t like against what we do like with each house.

I’m told this is not uncommon.

I’ve decided that the supposition that we’d walk into a house and “just know” and fall in love is not only stupidly romantic; it’s going to lead us into bad decision making.

We’ve really only seen two houses we’d look at again or pursue.  But it only takes one.

And we really like our realtor, who is also growing a winter beard.

And we’re doing this while other people are looking to move out of Baltimore, with its really high property taxes.  Some people, like my brother, just don’t want to live in the city and don’t act like dicks because you do.  I can respect that my brothers don’t like the city and and don’t want to live here.  They don’t usually give me shit for preferring it.  Other people, shit, it’s like:

“And Soandso says the property taxes are one hundredth of the city right over the county line, and, you know, you get, like all the same services.”

“Really?  There’s a 3-minute response time for fire/EMT service?  You have trash and recycling pick-up for free?  The bus lines and bike routes are centered in the county?”

“No.”

“What services are you talking about?”

“Uh…”

“Yeah.”

Etc.  Sure, I know.  The city’s not for everyone, especially not a…scruffy one like Baltimore.  But let’s compare them with facts, Okay.  And all that.

I feel like I’m getting older, when one of my serious considerations in house-hunting involves a possible mancave.  And, also, having to think about things like hot water heaters and copper pipes.

I am tired of talking about this now.

In Proud Dad News: Charlotte can tell the difference between books we read and Daddy’s notebooks.  “Noh book!”

My kid is a genius.

Charlotte will find hundreds by then.

If not more.  This is a great article not just about the act of keeping a paper notebook, but also of that notebook which has been kept.  I’m running through one Field Notes notebook every 7-14 days.  Not to mention my stash of other notebooks, even from the brand of former liars.

Charlotte has some Field Notes I got her for Christmas, I mean, that Santa (wink wink) got her for Christmas.

Mine are filling with the myriad new words she says everyday now.  Sometimes I am surprised at how easily they come.

Everyday nutcase?

What’s up with this trend on the web regarding posting pictures of the shit you have to carry in your pocket?  Well, Okay.  Yes.  I understand that impulse.  I have been guilty of gloating over whatever excellent notebook and/or pen I happen to be carrying.

But these nuts typically carry several knives and pens you can use to get DNA from your attacker (seriously), should you be able to get your pen out and stab him or her with it.  There’s something wrong with with carrying a tactical flashlight in the same pocket as the latest iPhone.

Also, I shaved a beard off today which would be insulted by the mere word “thick.”  I feel like less of a man.  Maybe that’s what I’m pissed about.

Preparing to leave.


A rock from Baltimore, to put onto Mr. Thoreau’s cairn or, possibly, his grave.  Though, a part of me doesn’t want to visit Thoreau’s grave if we only have one day in Concord, and a short one with a one-year-old at that.  We might only have time to get coffee downtown and visit the pond.  I’m hoping to swim there with Charlotte if we remember our suits and if the weather cooperates.  Despite The Week of One Hundred Degrees in Baltimore this week, Boston’s weather for next week looks spectacular.

Also, it seems like I work for Field Notes lately.  Damn.  But these suckers are great for trip/project planning.  And the three-pack we split will also give Mama and Papa each a nice little travel journal that’s small enough to fill up.

New Summer 2011 Field Notes.


For Fathers’ Day* this year, my wife and daughter bought me a Colors Subscription to what’s become my notebook of choice: Field Notes.

I am at the end of my current book and have been waiting impatiently for them to get here. Today, my wife walks in carrying packages saying, “Looks like Santa came!”  I’d also gotten a set (separately) for a good friend of mine who spent all day one Saturday helping me move, a buddy who’s a fan of good notebooks and American-made products in general and of Field Notes in particular.

They’re here, and they’re beautiful.  The cover is blue, with a vertical striping and slight texture.  The ink is silver and has a nice matter sheen.

They also come with a red carpenter pencil and an instruction card on the best way to sharpen one (while keeping your fingers and thumb intact).  Getting American-made pencils of any kind is hard enough these days.  Bright red carpenter-type pencils from the USA is a super score.

The inside covers are white, with red ink. I’ve actually been filling out my covers in red ink lately; so this is stellar.

It’s one patriotic little notebook, and I have six of these bad-boys to last me the summer. I also picked up a set of the Massachusetts states editions, for the trip we’re hoping to take to our old haunts this summer — something we can pass down to Charlotte, whom I hope to take swimming in Walden Pond in a few weeks!

*(Not “Father’s Day,” which only leaves room for one father.)

Also: larger photos on Flickr!

Broke in grad school.

“Also, sidenote: People who are not broke in graduate school are suspect. Because everybody else is broke.”
(Mrs. P., 06.17.2011)

Said my wife on our last — and kinda bitter — night in The Old Building.

We have a walk-through late this afternoon. And then. That’s it. Our five-year relationship with a building we’ll walk past fairly often is over.

I feel badly for nearly-voluntarily moving away from Charlotte’s first home. Then I remember the broken windows, the leaking walls, a few two-faced people there. And I think to myself, “Fuck ‘em. We’re moving up in the world.”

Whatever “up” means.

I love Field Notes, and I want to write about them more.


I keep meaning to write something awesome and meaningful about Field Notes, after waxing sexual about Moleskines for so long. But I’m too busy filling them up. And, well, I think I poured my heart out a bit in my reviews on PR on the notebook and the pencil. The good folks at FN did link to them, though. I want to give them something awesome to link to again. But I don’t know where to start, damn it. Or where to begin.

Why I don’t really use Moleskines anymore.


Mind you, I’d been using them almost exclusively for nearly 8 (EIGHT!) freakin years.  That’s a lot of notebooks!

It started two years ago, when I got tired of searching for the perfect pen for Moleskines.  I say “for Moleskines” because that thin and crappy paper worked best with bad ballpoints.  As Stephanie from Biffy Beans puts it, it’s “Like trying to write on dead leaves” sometimes.  Nice and inky ballpoints would transfer to the other page when I wrote on the back.  Same for pencil.  Forget anything really and truly inky.  But, I realized that, for better or worse, I really liked them.  And that was that.

Well, it actually started a few years before that, when I wished that Moleskines were a little greener.  There were no green moleskine (small m) books back then, not that I could find.  Not like now.

Anyway, the pen search was annoying.  I know I’m not alone, either, and on blogs and Flickr and Facebook, people searched for something that would work in these over-priced books with lies on the covers.  Then, this summer, I lost my shit a little one day over my BRAND WHOREDOM.  I recovered, and the company that owns Moleskine, meanwhile, promised greener cover materials.

Yeah, not only are they not made of recycled paper, and not only are they kinda made in China, kinda made in Italy, kinda taken on a whole trip around the world before you pay too much for them (must be where that get all that “nomad” crap from).  They are also covered in freakin PVC.  People who were laser-engraving these things had to stop because burning PVC creates dangerous fumes.

WARNING : DO NOT LASER ENGRAVE MOLESKINES WITHOUT THE PROPER FILTRATION SYSTEM. BURNING THEM CREATES HIGHLY TOXIC GASES INCLUDING PHOSGENE AND CHLORINE GAS. THE HYDROCHLORIC ACID PRODUCED WILL CORRODE EVERYTHING IT CONTACTS.

PVC can make fire-fighters sick when it’s used in building materials and burns.  One of my favorite people in the world is a fire-fighter.  I feel like I shouldn’t contribute to the PVC market, especially when I can easily just, you know, not do it.  Most companies are taking it out of their products.  Many did a long time ago.  Again, someone from the company that makes Moleskine products promised greener cover materials in August in a comment to this post.  Last August.  No word on that.  That only that, but they won’t publish even the most innocent “hey, got a date on them there covers?” comment on that post.  I’m going to pass on talking about how they destroyed one of the coolest blogs on the internet by just making Moleskinerie a badly-written ad.  But censoring comments from people who leave a real email address and URL and who have had previously-published comments is just bullshit.

Also.  Yes.  The last three Moleskines I bought had to be replaced by the company.  They actually only replaced two.  One had every page ripped, and another had a BUG in the paper.  Yes, a dead bug.  They sent one to replace them.  Thanks.  Then they wrapped one of those fancy “passions” journals so badly in its unnecessary plastic that the pages barely opened from the bend-job they got on the book’s trip around the world and to my doorstep.  After three emails and at least six weeks, they replaced that.  It smelled like, as someone else put it, jet fuel also.  It sits and is not used near food.

I felt like a jack-ass already, not only for how many of those damned things I’d bought and filled, but for how many I caused other people to buy.  And how many I gave as gifts.  Etc.

Then, this summer/fall, I scored some better books and haven’t looked back since.  I can use whatever pens I want to.  Some of them are made of green materials, using green processes.  None of them have lies printed all over them and never have.  And, playing to my own weakness, none of them are prone to idolatry or fetishization from me — that I can tell.  Except Field Notes, but I, frankly, just write and draw in them, beat the shit out of them, and start a new one when it’s full.  I haven’t gotten batty about them.  Not yet.  If I do, I’ll quit using them, no matter how nice the paper is.

(This thing is FULL of Moleskines.)

But this made me poop in my own cereal.  Not only is Moleskine now just a brand for over-priced Notebooks.  It’s a brand for all kinds of shyte.  Check it out:

Writing, Travelling and Reading. The new Moleskine collections include bags, pencils, pens, reading glasses, computer cases, a rechargeable reading light and an e-reader stand. A series of accessories, clip-ons and holders are perfectly compatible with the notebooks, ensuring the greatest range of uses and thus forming the ideal kit for the modern-day nomad. Designed by Giulio Iacchetti, the new collections are bound to the Moleskine’s very make-up in their functional and aesthetic traits: the elastic band, the rounded corners, the black color, the simple design.”

Moleskines are, officially, ruined for me.  I remember when they were actually made well (I don’t care what the company says, the quality has gone to hell in the last 2-3 years, with some exceptions like my 2009 planner), when they were still kind of esoteric and hard to find, when they felt special and practical — when a Moleskine was a notebook, not an over-branded pack of sticky-notes.

And, yet.  Still.  I totally want The Little Prince edition.  And, jeepers.  I find myself drawn to them sometimes.  I can’t say why. I readily admit that a large part of why Moleskines were such an issue for me relates to my own personality. They became like a woman who was really bad for me, but whom I really liked to involve myself with. In the stationery department, I mean.

Before you’re tempted to send pro-Moleskine hatemail, read the post title again.  No one’s taking away your planet-killing notebooks.  Just your money.

Thoreau’s surveys.


Thoreau was a practical man  Aside from his work in pencil making, he was an accomplished surveyor.  When a friend of mine took a class on surveying a few years ago, I thought of Thoreau and an excuse to be outside in the winter and was pretty jealous. Sometimes I wonder if it’s too late to go back and try a trade/craft/skill like surveying or carpentry.

But, if Walden teaches us anything, it’s that I really could, so long as there were sacrifices I’d be willing to make. That’s a whole other story.

The Concord Free Library received some money from AT&T to scan and host actual hand-drawn maps from Thoreau, with his notes in pencil (his own?) and ink, in his very…difficult handwriting.

Here is the master list of the surveys you can view and download.  I’m not going to steal or borrow an image here.  You really should go and view them yourself.  Anything I can say about them would fall short of looking at them as they’re drawn/written — even in digitized format. This might be the next best thing to actually handling the charts themselves.

Viewing tips here.

Lee and Cheney.


They should dig up Robert E. Lee, tie Dick Cheney to it*, and set the whole fucking thing on fire. [When Cheney dies, I mean.  I'm not suggesting that anyone burn the former VP alive.  Please don't arrest me.]
(02.10.2011)

*[I suppose I mean the bundle of traitor remains?]

Pepper cooking tip.

Peppers-
Keep one completely intact -> Get flavor without the heat.  But don’t break it!
[Cooking advice from Dan.  It works!]
(10.26.10)

Re: Bitch Nipple Receptionist.

Re: Bitch Nipple Receptionist.
“You’re not going to talk down to _me_ just because you’re sitting on the other side of the counter with 1/2 of an AA degree.”
(First time I signed PHD to my name.  Also one of the most condescending things I’ll ever publicly say.)
(10.12.10)