Pens

I have a slight obsession. When I was 17, I got my second job working in the copy center at an OfficeMax. Amidst the sterile smell of A4 copy paper, the bright florescent lights, and the buzzing sound of a fax machine, I developed a thing for pens. I was responsible for tidying up office supplies and each night I would walk down the isles thinking, "What is new from Cross this week? Ooh, this PhD writes differently." And when the store closed, so did my lust for the ink-writers.

As time passed, I had the good fortune to discover the glory of a .38mm Pilot G-2. For a while, I would use it without thinking. Always reaching for it whenever I had the opportunity. I even carried a notebook around to justify writing with the thing. After spending around $50 at jetpens.com, I'm still trying to decide which pen I love most between my EF Lamy Safari, .03mm Pilot Hi-Tec-C and a .03 Zebra Sarasa. I love them all but the novelty of a fountain pen is too appealing.

But like all great tools, they can only compliment the mind and talent of the artist.