Insecurities dot Org If you're not feeling insecure, you must be utterly clueless.

although wasn't it a kind of cookie, for him? me, i had forgotten what fountain pen ink smelled like.

i'm sure that's not right; there must be dozens of different kinds of inks used in fountain pens, each with different smells. the black ink i use in my japanese-made pen today surely can't be that much like the blue ink i used in my grade school-issued, german-made fountain pen all those years and years ago. but it smells the same, and until i smelled it, i had forgotten that fountain pen inks have a smell at all.

this househould of mine may be falling prey to some sort of pseudo-luddism, and i think i may be the source of it.

sort of weird, for a home with two computer geeks in it, and me earning my living as a programmer no less. but hear me out.