wednesday, august 15

it rained hard and fast late tuesday afternoon
long after midnight now, water drips off the needles of the trees
and rises off the streets in tracers of fog to
mingle with the haze of the fires burning further west
i can hear the old cat, muttering in his sleep on
a chair in the living room
a motorcycle on the otherwise-deserted highway
and the frogs in the trees across the street

p1k3 / 2018 / 8 / 15

Wednesday, August 1

some notebooks i have known and loved

  1. The little tear-off notepads with the MoorMan’s Feed logo on them in the faux-leather vinyl covers that were everywhere when I was a kid, emblematic of a just-bygone era in corporate swag.

  2. The spiral-bound-at-the-top diary calendars with ag co-op logos on which my grandmother kept decades of notes.

  3. The half-full college student chemistry notebook, spiral bound, with little manila pockets and graph paper that I found in a curbside “FREE” pile in Boulder, and used to jot nerd ideas for years thereafter.

  4. The blocky, softcover, trade-paperback-sized recycled-paper sketchbook that is the only place I ever really made any progress in learning to draw anything. I’ve sought its like in craft store art supply sections for the better part of 15 years now, to no avail. Google is no more help. It is that specimen of a consumer artifact which seems never to have existed, so far as the network is concerned.

p1k3 / 2018 / 8 / 1
tags: topics/notebooks