Tonight I turned the page to peek at 2017. It looks so clean and new from here. I am sure 2016 looked much the same, last December 28th. Is it foolish to look forward to a symbolic fresh start? Are these merely the first few hours of our darker days?
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: Carrie Fisher being interviewed in 1977 about “Star Wars”. In French. She really was awesome.
I’ve introduced FunkyPlaid to “Detectorists” and I’m enjoying it even more the second time around.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: that great theme song again.
After a long, exhausting day, I was delighted to return home to fun things in the post. This wee picture of Black Jack Randall in “Outlander” was the one that gave me a much-needed laugh, though. My sharky friend knows that my favorite part of that series is Tobias Menzies’ portrayal of Frank Randall / Black Jack Randall, so she sent me a photo, which I tucked away in my notebook next to my Portland unicorn sticker.
I can’t stop cracking up whenever I see it. It’s like I have a school photo of Black Jack in my Trapper Keeper. XD
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the tumble-dryer.
I’m experimenting with some additions to my Bullet Journal, some functional and some just for fun. Clockwise from the upper left: a rubber stamp to add some flair in a boring corner; a weekly list that I tipped in with washi tape; and a sticker from an ephemera set I found at Flax Art & Design many years ago.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the whir of the laptop fan.
As part of an ongoing attempt to wrangle my ever-growing task list, I have been searching for a simple way to earmark important tasks that may get buried in the Bullet Journal format. Then I remembered Book Darts, little pieces of paper-thin metal that slide onto the edge of a page.
Every morning, I slip a Book Dart next to each of the day’s three Most Important Tasks. Book Darts slide on easily and don’t budge, even on thin Tomoe River paper, until I slide them off again. Simple, reusable, and elegant.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Reunite” by Isbells.
Every Thursday, I share a productivity tip with my work team. Today I shared the Bullet Journal system in honor of its third birthday. And I had Goulet Pens’ refills for my own Bullet Journal waiting for me when I got home tonight. Time to play with my notebook!
Writing from: my sticky study. Listening to: the crickets just outside.
Hello again, patient Project 365 friends! The end of May zipped so quickly that I fell far behind with these posts. I kept snapping every day, though, so I have something to show for my long absence.
Down the leftmost column:
Down the middle column:
And down the right column:
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Writing from: my study, currently in chaos as I am reviewing every single book I own in order to decide which ones I will keep. Traumatic. Listening to: episodes of “30 Rock” in the background for comic relief.
I don’t do diets. Not being able to eat gluten is enough of a restriction for me, and I think that non-medically-mandated diets can encourage problematic relationships with food. I do, however, fully support reasonable guidelines for healthy eating. I first discovered Alton Brown’s four-list method about a year ago, and since then I have used Evernote to track my own progress with it. Today I decided to switch to a page in my Bullet Journal. I’m still fiddling with the layout but nothing beats pretty ink on nice paper.
Maybe the orange ink will encourage me to eat more carrots. I can’t believe I haven’t eaten a single carrot all week!
Writing from: my study. Listening to: snippets of recorded voices in FunkyPlaid’s study. I heard the word “libraries” …
Sometime last year, I dreamed that my Midori Traveler’s Notebook suddenly hatched a smaller sibling, like my notebook’s Mini-Me. I chalked it up to my habit of reading too many stationery blogs, and left it at that.
But this smaller version of my daily notebook kept resurfacing in my dreams. The two notebooks were a matched set, but then I would wake up and there was only one of them. Frankly, it bothered me. And so as soon as my box of journals was unearthed from storage, I ripped it open and found Mini-Me sitting right on the top.
As I turned the smaller notebook over in my hands, I vaguely remembered buying it many years ago, but I had planned to return it because it was too small. But now it is not too small at all. Now my notebooks are a matched set. And now I can sleep.
Kids: don’t do stationery. It will mess with your mind.
Writing from: my makeshift study in the dining-room. Listening to: a tortoiseshell cat purr and lick my hands as I try to type.
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In the film adaptation of my life, my jaunty sidekick would be my notebook. It has always been my notebook, ever since I knew how to write in one. When I was still young and wanted to grow up to be a librarian / private investigator / Indiana Jones hybrid, I would catalog seemingly random details of the world around me in a spiral reporter’s notebook.
These days I write in a Midori Traveler’s Notebook, which was a gift from FunkyPlaid a few years ago. Currently the Traveler’s Notebook (or MTN, or Midori, for short) has a significant cult following, but I didn’t know about that when I first saw one in a Japanese stationery store in downtown San Francisco. I remember being entranced by the rugged yet classic cover that ages with use. (It looked like something a librarian / private investigator / Indiana Jones hybrid would carry!) The notebook is easy to personalize, too, because it takes its own brand of refills as well as any other brands in the general 8” x 5” size. And then there are the accessories. I decided to photograph some of mine today. Hamilton fans will recognize the stickers, which were terrific gifts from my friend Sharks. The monkey-knot elastic closure and the monkey-knot bookmark are both Etsy finds, and the little amber and silver charm is a token from Mr Wood’s Fossils in Edinburgh.
All of this adds up to a pleasant writing experience that makes me feel a little like a librarian / private investigator / Indiana Jones hybrid. Which is important to me because that is still my dream job.
Writing from: a quiet room in Marin. Listening to: so much rain!