Kicking it Old-School

I've moved back to Moleskines. I'm (at times insanely) organized. Google Calendar, Evernote, Wunderlist, Asana; you name it, I probably have an account. A few years ago I did index cards for my To Do lists—that was both fun and telling, depending on the day of the week or monthly events like paying bills, or holidays. There's something thrilling about being able to touch your To Do list, physically mark something off, visually move down the list to something else. And to see which events carried over from day to day, or week to week. Writing them down feels like being one step closer to the commitment of accomplishing them. "It's in ink," you know?

(This reminds me: written on yesterday's page in my journal, there it is written, "Order pens," the verb of which cracks me up because I like the through of telling pens what to do more than I like clicking a few buttons on Amazon.) 

But I had a job interview recently, and I have found in my short interviewing career that it helps to have a Moleskine handy. It's a top of the line notebook, so it says, "No, I'm serious about taking notes. Look at all the things I've written down already. Consider the gravity of me being here. Physicality!" Note that it's always a subtle office colored journal; not the ones I have that have poetry scribbled all over their exterior. But then the interview ended and there I was with my journal and...well, give a dog a bone. Now I almost can't put it down. I'm reading a book on New French Feminism, highlighting and marking pages all along the way, but I'm also lifting a few key phrases here and there and they're landing in my journal, not in Evernote or Asana. There is a sense of freedom there too, which is valuable to me. Consider the reward posted below if lost: