The Omas Ogiva Limited Edition Saft Green: A Review
The truth is, I have too many fountain pens. But, I didn’t have an Omas. I started looking for one several months ago. Originally, I settled on an Omas Ogiva Vision in blue with rose-gold trim. But after I received it, I realized that it was too similar to my Platinum 3776 in Chartres blue. So, I sent it back and ordered the Omas Ogiva in saft green celluloid. I’m glad I did.
Making Music with a Nakaya Kikyo Piccolo Music Nib
I’ve been curious about music nibs since I first read a comparison review on FPN about them. I wasn’t sure I would like such a broad nib, but I decided I had to try one after seeing such gorgeous results from people who wrote with them. I debated between Sailor, Platinum, and Nakaya, knowing that trying to find a wonderful vintage music nib would be almost impossible. I decided on Nakaya since most of my favorite pens are Nakayas, and I knew I could get the nib adjusted if necessary.
The following is a work of fiction, but it incorporates details from Genesis 16, 21, and 22. My story was inspired by the song, “Abraham’s Daughter” by Arcade Fire.
I clutched at my mama’s skirts, tearing them. Screaming and kicking, I tried to get back to her. I dug my fingers into the sand but sand is sneaky, and the man dragging me away gripped me so hard I thought my ribs would crack. I sobbed and choked, my tears drying the instant they hit the hot ground. I watched my mama throw herself at the old woman’s feet, wailing like a mourner at a burial. But Sarah kicked my mother in the face, dusting her head with dirt and bloodying her nose.
I sit alone in the tent of slaves, trying to prepare myself for the day. Work. Unrelenting, overwhelming. I am no one.
I rise slowly and drink stale water from a jug. The old woman gets angry if I am slow. So I hurry in the darkness to the well. I climb down the uneven mud steps and draw fresh water for her and the old man.
“You have seen, O LORD; do not be silent!” (Ps. 35:22).
We live in a culture of reverence—reverence for people who wield power, reverence for people in uniforms demanding respect, reverence for people who call themselves “Reverends.” And in such a culture, those who have been victimized by the revered are often silenced. A powerful, popular pastor fires those who disagree with him and effectively silences dissent. An officer of the law shoots an unarmed man and later a video is shown portraying the victim as a “thug.” A woman reports a rape on her campus, and she is the one forced by humiliation to quit school and endure taunts and be told she is somehow to blame for her own rape. In a culture of reverence, people witness victimization but stay silent. They are cowed by the revered.
The Narrative Clip: A Tiny Automatic Camera You Can Take Anywhere
I am a photographer. And I drive my family crazy. What photographer doesn’t? “Wait! Wait! I have to get a picture!” “Hold on, let’s get a family shot here.!” “Oh Noooooo! I forgot my extra battery. The day is ruined!” You get the idea.
The Seven Seas “Writer” Tomoe River Paper Journal (Size A5):
I first fell in love with Tomoe River paper after buying a tablet from the Fountain Pen Network classifieds. So when I discovered a journal made out of Tomoe paper, I was very excited. If you’ve never used Tomoe River Paper, you are missing out on an impressive writing experience. Even though the paper is quite thin (52 gsm), it is fountain-pen friendly, smooth as glass (but not slick), and as lovely to touch as silk. Its subtle cream color is not too yellow to throw off the shade of your ink. The quality is impeccable. Even though Tomoe paper is thin, it has a magical quality that prevents bleed through (though there is slight show through). Even my wettest pens do well with this paper.