Wedding Logo

Wedding Logo

On a sweltering day in the hills of Silverlake, I attended the perfectly constructed (except for the swelter) wedding of Ian and his bride Sara. Having planned a wedding myself, it was clear to me how much blood, sweat, and love went into the affair — from the staff that made Alex spit out his gum before he walked down the aisle as a groomsman, to the swans that decorated the pool during cocktails, to the signature elderflower and champagne cocktail named after their pooch, Lola.

Most impressive in all of the details was the wedding logo, done in the art deco/LA glam style of the wedding itself, and tastefully strewn over the floor, matchbooks, and all of the stationery at the wedding. It was a design element I had only seen realized in wedding magazines, never in life. Wow.

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Stationery Mecca

With the help of my friend Shin and also from Tina I fulfilled a longstanding dream and wandered around the National Stationery Show at the Javits Center last week.

I got a bit starstruck when I got to meet the head designer for Jack & Lulu and when I introduced myself to the head of Snow & Graham. I’m not sure whether they encounter many starstruck fans, but I hope it gave them some pleasure.

In a bizarre bout of full circle-ness, I happened upon a new line at Crane’s called Chloe B. (my future daughter since I was 16). I’ve had a thing about the stuffiness of Crane’s since I was 15 and I interviewed to work at a stationery store in Concord where the old woman (who didn’t hire me) made a big to-do about how they were a licensed distributor (the only one in Concord!!) and only sold Crane’s.

With the new Chloe-ish lines, it’s clear that they’re trying to woo younger folks like myself. I guess they picked the right name to do it.

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Denim On The Island

Vieques

After years of begging, I finally made it to Maya’s house in Vieques this week. Luckily fifteen years of anticipation didn’t spoil the experience, and the island delivered relaxation in a way that only sun, humidity, deserted beaches, a best friend, and a welcoming home can.

There are three stores that I encountered on the island, my favorite of which was La Tienda Verde, where we went most days for 10 oz. cans of Medalla for sipping on the beach. The Green Store also carried other essentials, like this cute denim notebook.

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Simplicity At The Glass House

Philip Johnson\'s Desk

I had the fortunate pleasure of going to see the Philip Johnson Glass House in New Caanan recently. He had the good fortune to be wealthy and to live, add to, and perfect the same property for 50 years of his life. And perfect it was.

This is a picture of his desk, in a secluded library without a bathroom where he was said to work every afternoon. “Work” meant such a different thing then — uninterrupted, without a computer to socialize or procrastinate on. How did you get started “working” without checking email?

The mission of the Glass House as museum is to keep it “living” in the same manor that the house was used — a worthy goal, in my opinion. I do wonder, though, if Philip Johnson really kept things in such neat piles. If so, I’m impressed.

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Keeping Score With The Retirees

Golf Pencils

During my time off between jobs, I’ve kind of felt like I’m on maternity leave, but without a baby. When I’m not working, I lunch around the neighborhood, go to yoga, all the things the moms do. I feel like once I finally do have a baby, maybe I’ll be that much closer to having the hang of it (though I bet most parents would say the baby is the hard part…).

In contrast, this week Alex and I took a vacation to the Cape that felt like retirement, without retiring. Everywhere we went, everyone was ruddy-faced and over 70. Nowhere was this more true than the golf course, where we spent more time than I’m comfortable admitting.

Though none of us knew it in the 20 years before Alex came along and pointed it out, my parents’ house is 5 minutes away from two great public golf courses. I am nowhere near good enough at golf to understand the mysteries of what makes a “good course”, but I do know a good golf pencil when I see it, and Dennis Pines and Dennis Highlands delivered.

Note the lovely primary colors, the lack of eraser (pointless because they never work on the glossy golf cards, and ugly on such a short instrument), and the bold, Gotham-y type. Perfect (unlike my game).

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Ishii Notes

Ishii Notes

Over the past couple of years I’ve had the honor of working with Prof. Hiroshi ISHII: hardworking hero of a Professor, and father of Tangible User Interface. He is a guidepost of a leader — something to aspire to that you know you will never quite become. Among the many things about Hiroshi that I find endearing are his poetic emails about the inspiration of snow, his use of the term “blah blah blah” to finish all sentences, and most of all, his notetaking.

Hiroshi has a complete system of representational symbols that he uses to capture discussion: the small person symbol, the stack of paper to show work that needs to be done. On Monday, I had my “farewell” meeting with him, and was delighted to watch him notate the last year or two of my life with his pictures.

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Craft Design Technology

Craft Design Technology is a new Japanese office supply company that “believes in evolving design through the use of craft and technology.” As a statement of purpose, it’s hard to argue with, elegantly combining the three juxtaposed but overlapping domains as it does. My friend Shinichi Takamiya was kind enough to introduce me to the products.

They are well gussied up and according to Shin, will be sold in Japanese in design stores, not your average Bob Slate down the street. Japan is certainly one country which gives office supplies their just due as objects of desire.

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Names Through The Ages

Pad with becky on it

The other day I found this eponymous pad I’d had when I was little. On the back it listed all of the different names that were sold on top of the pad. In my eternal need to categorize, it looked like I had crossed off the names of people I knew. I guess when I was 8, there were no Ritas in my life.

Last night with a few people over, the pad sparked a conversation about — inevitable in a group of 30 year old girls with some wine in them — baby names. That awkward moment of “If I tell you my name do you promise not to take it?” proceeded to occur. But really, what if my name is your name? What if, across the room at a dinner party, you find another future mother-of-Chloe?

I think the answer is there’s no harm in two. Everyone should have the name they want, and if there are a bunch of Chloes running around (there already are), all it means is Chloe will get her name on the pad. Which, when you’re an 8-year-old, is all you really want.

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Guest Post: David’s Mopar Ballpoint

I got a fountain pen for my Bar Mitzvah and another when I started graduate school. Those are almost the only pens I ever use. But sometimes I need a ballpoint. Fountain pens aren’t great for writing on unstable surfaces, using on planes, or signing carbon copies. And sometimes a fountain pen fails to strike the right note. Ballpoints make me feel like I’m cutting the crap.

Mopar Auto Parts

I don’t know how I acquired this ballpoint, but it must have come through my parents’ house. It’s a Mopar auto parts giveaway from Golden Chrysler Jeep on Ridge Avenue in Philadelphia. A fter selling the brown Datsun station wagon to Jan’s mom, Golden is where my parents bought and repaired a series of minivans, usually red or maroon. The first minivan was a Plymouth Voyager and was probably from around 1986 (see image stolen from wikipedia , thankfully in the proper color).

Seeing an image of that car makes me feel light. It looks like my mother picking me up from school or a lesson. My brothers and I learned how to drive in these cars. No one I knew had a bigger car, so I always drove friends around in high school and college. I filled these vans with apartments full of furniture, books, CDs and plants, and drove back and forth to Connecticut , up to the Poconos, cross country several times, and all over Oregon . Daniel still has a van in Providence that he uses to drive around his sousaphone, his bandmates and their instruments.

Because I usually use fountain pens, this pen has lasted a long time. Its old enough that it has no website listed under the shop’s phone number. Its a Bic “Wide Body,” made in Mexico , with an incredibly satisfying rubber grip textured like a golf ball. The writing is creamy and the ink smells tangy, even though I’ve replaced the cartridge several times. A crack has recently emerged near the top, and sometimes the plunger comes loose, making the tip retract unexpectedly. I love it anyway. I wonder how much longer it will last. My parents still have a Chrysler minivan. If they still get it serviced at Golden, I’ll have to find out if the pens remain so reliable.

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The Purse Notebook

Purse Notebook

Like the primary pen and the work notebook (yet to be discussed, but important), the Purse Notebook is another constant in my life. Its existence underscores the fundamental notion that electronic to-do lists — no matter how flashy the device — just stink. Lists should always be kept and crossed-off on paper.

The Moleskine is a standard, if obvious, choice for the Purse Notebook. I find people tend to give me these small books as gifts, knowing my stationery passion and happening upon them in gift stores, and I have an endless supply. Its best if it has a sturdy cover, for they tend to last about a year, and get beat up a bit.

Above are my two most recent. The Moleskine was from my days of commuting down the 101 to Yahoo!, thoughts of various undone tasks that would amount to nothing swirling in my head, and is thus labeled “anxiety”. The pink one is from the era of my more recent job at the Media Lab, and is filled with less frantic and more thoughtful lists.

Both have lots of lists of things to pick up at the drug store.

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