Pens - Blog Posts
Pen companies that label their pens as 0.3 mm when they really mean 0.5 mm are pure evil
Is she good or should I be shot dead in the middle of town square? (Warning. anime girl nudity and voting.)
If it is a busy day, with lots of pen work, I may use them all. I default to the fountain pen, because it forces me to write deliberately. It's how I'm working to improve my penmanship. I'm often teased because I end up with 6 to 8 pens in my pocket on a normal day.
transition from pencils to pens
^ my physics notes
This semester, I switched from pencils to pens. I have been using pencils for the past two semesters. At that time, I could never understand people (fellow classmates) who use pens. You can’t erase with pens – it’s like using a bad old typewriter, if you make a mistake it stays forever.
However, now I understand the profoundness of using a pen!. Pens are almost frictionless. They glide effortlessly over the pages like a zero-volume mass sliding down a frictionless decline. Using a pen feels like you’re saving nano-joules of energy due to fewer friction. The experience of using a pen is unparalleled to that provided by any pencil I’ve ever used. Pencils are TI-10s. Pens are TI-89s. So, wonder why I stopped using pens two semesters ago?
A little history, I sometimes try to be perfectionist. I always try to perfect my MATLAB codes; it gives a pleasure while I attempt to make it concise as possible. However, over the course of my education, I’ve gotten a lot better of turning off my perfectionist tendencies — like when the professor alters the notes after I copy it down. Before, I would have erased it — with the eraser-end of my pencil, of course. Now, I don’t have to. I feel like it’s less efficient; it takes around 5 seconds to erase few words, while it only takes a second to draw a line across the same few words. So what if I wrote “Kircoff’s rule” instead of “Kirchhoff’s rule”? Well, when I go back to my notes, I would still understand it, and if I don’t know to how to spell it, Google’s “Did you mean….” will save me.
Just the other day, I submitted my Physics (Electricity and Magnetism) problem set. I had few scratchings across some calculations, but I became more conscience later on. You might wonder this would have created a bad impression. Guess what happened after I got it back? Absolutely nothing. I’m pretty sure my professor didn’t care at all and has completely forgotten it, unless he reads this post.
This shows that I’m really putting my education to great efficiency and doing some Calculus constraining (and also some probability). After putting time fixing my slight errors, I’ve already reached the point of diminishing returns. The slightly decreased probability of something going wrong just isn’t worth the additional time I’d spend to attain it.
I am not on a discriminative drive towards perfectionism (although it wasted too much time), but I think perfectionism shouldn’t be applied to less important things. I think pencils are great (wait, don’t think I’m contradicting) but only for sketching! Pencils, used wrongly, will more likely to obfuscate people than enlighten them. Finally, to me it is a rapture to be a pen person now.
THE GOLDEN PIG
Louis Tomlinson #WIP @louist91 #art #pens #drawing #onedirection #ishouldbeasleepbutyaknow
17/100 days of productivity: Bake some cakes for my class today. Bought new black pens because this is the time again when all my pen are dying. Spent hours on my oral presentation's power point, made physics notes and exercices.
I keep drawing in this style so??? A lot of the new drawings’ll probably be like this?
Hey Archivist, I offer you this pen in exchange for another one that isn't quite as...well, you know. I found this one on the floor of the Ancient Metaphysics section of the library, and it refuses to write down anything but questions. I tried to use it for my math homework and the ink rearranged itself into a pondering of existence itself. The ink is a nice glittery purple, though!
If we are trading pens that compel, you may as well take this matched set of mist-grey quills. Each wells with ink from no apparent source, and each one has its own quirks. The gold ink seems to project a vision of the words you’ve just written, hanging over the paper itself like an afterimage following a flash of light. The one that writes in turquoise ink keeps your inspiration flowing to a good stopping point: undoubtedly useful, but make certain you have cleared the afternoon just in case. The last, writing in a rather jarring green and purple, cannot write anything incorrect and may therefore be helpful with math homework (although after some initial testing on my part that seems to be restricted to the knowledge of the bearer, rather than a tool with which to determine the essential truths of the universe. Perhaps things you learned at one point and now can’t remember will still qualify?) They weaken kept apart, so I present them to you as a whole; I hope they are more helpful than the pen you give up.
Thought I show you some of my pens, which, hopefully, some of you might like to see....
When Dining Table became my Working Table.
Tagging @otome-comments remember 5 things in your room/bag contents? This is what happens when I "get serious" 😂😂😂
Planning for the future with my favorite planner from Lavendaire. So glad to have it after its turbulent journey on the high seas.
Screaming About Nothing
Lately everybody has been screaming about nothing
While I have been thinking about something
I write too much
And say too little
But maybe my words were just meant for paper
Lately it feels like my only friends
Are my colorful pens
Lately it seems like relationships are just dead ends
That die as fast as well spent weekends
I hang on like a loose tooth
That doesn’t believe that the tooth fairy afterlife is the truth
I feel like I stick around like an old cold
That’s got a gnarly hold
And I tell myself to
Put down the needle
Put down the thread
And stop sowing this tangled web
But I've got spiders in my hair
Arachnids are everywhere
I'm cursed
But I will wait
Until you become my prey
Someday
Here’s a recent sketch of my garden. I only have a red pen and a blue marker when I drew this.
Also, if you’re wondering why that fence is on a tile, it’s actually a wooden ladder...
Some drawings i did for the risd application
Yes it is me dead asleep yes i did ask my mom to take pictures of me sleeping