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Shedding my ‘Skine, Part 1

July 19, 2013


I’ve been feeling a little lost as of late—disheveled.

I mean, more disheveled than usual.

I filled the last page of my last moleskine, and have had nothing in my pocket to catch the random crap that falls out of my brain. My journals, notebooks, sketchbooks…this is where ideas get mapped out. Fleshed out. Worked out. It’s where simple sentences are recorded for a rainy day when I need a spark.


And it makes me smarter. It’s true.

Just the simple act of putting ink to page on a regular basis improves how I think. Scientifically speaking, studies have shown that writing by hand is a process that requires an integration of visual, motor, and cognitive execution for a stronger, more stimulated mode of thought.


The simple, singular focus on that little piece of paper, rather than a constant exchange between keyboard and monitor allows a more centered point of thought. A more centered point of thought allows more expansion of thought.

And I have nowhere to do it.

I’ve been using Moleskines for years. Personally, I don’t care if Hemingway used a Moleskine or a roll of toilet paper to record his thoughts. I have been using them because I like the binding, size and paper weight.

I do not, however, like the page count. At 80, they fill up far too fast to keep up.

Nor do I like the price.


So I’ve decided to branch out and try some different brands.

I ordered a Piccadilly, a Pen&Ink and a Pentalic pocket notebook/sketchbook. They all win on price.

Quality is another thing entirely.

As I said earlier, I have been carrying around Moles because of the binding, size and paper. The latter being the most important selling point. The stock of paper needs to be thick. I don’t just write in these. I carve into them, and build the initial mockups for bigger, more thought out ideas. I abuse tape, spray adhesive and glue sticks.


These journals come with me everywhere. Client meetings, backstage amidst the beautiful chaos of show time, family events, road trips, business trips, mind trips.

They are chew toys for the puppies, coasters for my cocktails, and bulging at the seams with thought.


I’m not sure which new brand will arrive first, but I will use them as I get them, and compare and contrast with the iconic hipster accessory I have lovingly used for years, and report back to you.

Because I have better things to spend my money on.

Like hookers and blow.

Or, you know, rent and stuff.

The economics of thought

April 29, 2013

len1I’ve been studying thought a lot lately.


Not the abstract idea, the literal exercise of thinking.


More to wit, how to think more efficiently to produce the work I want, with the results I need.


I know how to think; we all do to a certain point. It’s an innate mechanism of being a human.


But there’s a difference between the average moment of decision, and a deeper exploration of the challenges at hand to find a better solution.


Everything I learn garners three more things I need to research.


I’m still formulating my ideas of how thought is both useful, and used within my profession. There’s a lot more to learn.


Ultimately, I’m just trying to find the best pattern of thought to produce the best work possible. Work that satisfies the soul, the psyche and even the statistics I do my best to ignore in the early stages of a concept.


Most recently, my research has lead to me to behavioral economics, which is normally used to predict the market. There are a lot of aspects of this I believe can be used to dictate the market, rather than react to it.


So many people look for the easy solution, the fast payoff. We live in a world of immediacy, and far too often this causes rash, poorly planned strategies.


Those that step back and think; they are the ones that create trends, rather than follow them blindly.


I will always be a student in the school of thought. But now, I choose the curriculum.


Think, thank, thunk

April 23, 2013


I essentially get paid to think. That’s my job more than anything else.

To simply think.

Nothing happens when we don’t.

I’ve had my fair share of mind numbing jobs, behind counters and in cubicles.

Working. A warm ass filling a seat, another body to wear an apron. No thought, no pride. Just work, and maybe a nametag.

Work that made me wonder if I’d ever be anything else.


But now. I get paid to think.

Which got me thinking.

About thinking.

Divergent thought. Convergent thought. Lateral thought.

These are all modes of thought I use on a daily basis, but never really took the time to hone before recent years.

I never thought I’d find myself voluntarily studying the philosophy of thought.


My mind is a tool, when used properly, a weapon when used carelessly.


In the coming months, I’ll be exploring these styles of thought and the tools that work within them. I’ll be trying to figure out how to get the best aspects out of them to form my own train of thought.

But first I’ve got to build the tracks.

Stay tuned.