1. It's been a week of simultaneously waiting for signs and denying them when they come, but this, I think, can't be easily ignored: My curling iron will no longer produce the proper amount of loft for my hairdo. Either the heating element is burned out or the build-up of residual hairspray on the barrel has reached an impervious level. Alls I know is that today I am forced to appear in public underneath a hairdon't *. What does this forebode?
2. Following a convoluted path from a discussion about the Pieta to the purchase of a book titled The Lazlo Toth Letters, I am surprised to find that I am holding a wealth of resources for writing business letters. The gracious replies of such folk as Spiro Agnew, Henry Kissinger, John D. Erlichman and Nixon himself ** to goony letters of support are masterpieces of decorum and elegance. This is now my go-to guide for replying to the positive aspects of correspondence while ignoring the questionable parts. Please save me from the instructional testiness of the Mr. Bubble people and let me be more like the Hershey Foods response to complaints about deformed M&Ms.
3. A commenter who should know better suggests that Mr. Sam should make a blog post here to complete our little family circle of guest authors. I do believe that he would rather turn blue before that would ever happen, but just in case you see something here entitled "I FOUND A GOOD (insert name of mechanical object here) IN SOMEBODY'S GARBAGE PILE", you'll know that's him.
4. Not only do I have a thang for certain ink pens, but I am also a big fan of the basic No. 2 pencil. I was comparing notes with another pencil fan and she told me she invested an obscene amount of money in a very good mechanical pencil that she would let me try out. I don't care for mechanical pencils and told her so, but she insisted that this was different - a luxury pencil experience. And it truly was a luxury pencil experience - the grip was effortless, the written line flowed out with no resistance at all, the lead did not snap no matter how much pressure was applied. But I didn't like it. I want to scratch along, constantly assessing the sharpness of my point and pressing down with the amount of pressure that strikes me as right for each occasion. And so, I retain my allegiance to the inexpensive No. 2. *** Does this make me a curmudgeon?
* It's more of an "Ew - don't!"
** I'm still working on the first volume which is comprised of correspondence from the 70s
*** Also, I like those little pointy pink eraser tops.