free author pencils
By Pat Law • Sep 6th, 2009 • Category: Features, The Kollector
James Joyce and William Shakespeare are two of my favourite authors of all time, even though they can be quite a pain to score a distinction for in Literature. I thought these author pencils, embedded with their names in honour, were too cute when I first spotted them tucked in a clear peanut butter jar, in BooksActually.
I have ten of these author pencils, fresh and un-sharpened, to give away to ten lucky blankettes. Its my way of saying thank you for your continual support. Yes, even you, my dear emo 13-year-old girl who thinks your parents will disown you because you’ve kissed a girl (trust me, your parents have probably done stuff more shocking than that).
Drop me a comment telling me what you’d use the pencil for and I’ll pick ten winners from the pool of comments by the end of next week, 13 September 2009.
affix them on the side panel of my computer monitor to remind myself i need to read more!
I’ll probably chew on them.
Or tap my head with them, as I so often with pens do when I’m thinking.
Or I might just give them away to someone who looks like he might draw. I used to draw but was never superior in any way.
Okay, I’ll just doodle with them.
I will write my homework with the pencils. Period.
intends to use William Shakespeare as a chopstick for her long tresses as she struggles to keep her restlessness in check while reading Murakami; occasionally reaching for William Shakespeare to scribble down phrases and quotes in her trusted ‘notebook of wisdom (or just plain emo ramblings). I’m sure the pencil will like it here.
Smoothen curves and darken lines, all while working on graph paper. And let’s not forget the fancy scribbles of pure nonsense during dull lectures.
I’d use it to write on my Blankanvas Ciak sketchbook wich I will also win!
shit. I think I just jinxed it…
I will be using the William Shakespeare pencil and thinking about you, Pat, while I make lists like: 10 Things to Do when You’re Feeling the Blues (http://www.stephiesays.com/?p=492) or Things which Make Me Happy (http://www.stephiesays.com/?p=471) in this notebook which I customised and destroyed (http://www.stephiesays.com/?p=468)!
I will use it to twirl my hair. I haven’t been to BooksActually before, now I’m intrigued. What kind of bookstore serves up Author Pencils? Gorgeous!
I’ll give it to my friend, Eileen, who’s studying poetry in uni. She’ll email me her poems once in a while and try as i might to appreciate them… i don’t have a knack for enjoying poetry. So i could give her this pencil and hope she knows it’s my way of telling her to keep writing.
To rekindle my affection for writing, and perhaps, ignite a spark in me to write a poem or two for my girlfriend.
I’ll use them to score distinction in my next MCQ test paper~ which unfortunately is Finance… I’m hell at it~ hopefully Shakespeare and Joyce can pull me through it~
build an altar, place the pencil on a satin cushion (author’s name facing up) and surround it with rose petals and scented candles.
or that i may use it as a bookmark and stop me from dog-earing all my books.
I like bunning my hair up, and since sparkly jewelled hairsticks of any kind are banned from school, I use pencils — Attention-grabbing, yet irresfutably part of school paraphernalia. One of these would go pretty well, I think!
I will try my darnest to write a chinese poem. Nah, i rather write 10 Haikus.
I’d put it in my hair too! I do that with different types of chopsticks/pencils.. this one would look pretty cool.. imagine people trying to read whats on my head… but it has to be William Shakespear though… at least everyone knows who he is.. people might assume James Joyce is a boyfriend or something….. (duh)
use it to write of course!
and school notes,
write short notes to my dearest friends who are my secret family
and i’ll use and sharpen it till the name is left and bluetack it on my wall!
I don’t want these pencils but I want to say this.
At heart, I’m not the most modern person. I have been using the same handphone for three years now, a hand-me-up from my brother. I couldn’t be bothered to buy a new one when my Motorola Razr turned stinky on me. I only like clam shell phones. And the reason why I’m not buying a new phone is because there doesn’t seem to be any beautiful clam shells around anymore. Nothing like the first-generation Razr which made me open my wallet and splurged on it. To think I was worried about looking ostentatious after that. The Razr wasn’t exactly the cheapest phone in town. A year after, Motorola released the second-generation Razr and the third and the fourth. Primary school kids started carry Razrs and my phone gradually lost its allure, physically and mentally.
I use a Panasonic Discman instead of some MP3 player. My Discman is already falling to bits – it’s not exactly new, having been with me for more than six years. The metal cover – I remember it was fashionable then – is covered with scratches and a faded Gakuto sticker, a reminder of my younger days when I spend hundreds of dollars on CDs from HMV. I would have to preorder those CDs, those limited edition, first-press Japanese CDs that cost me many lunches. I love the sensation of inserting a disc into that round player, hearing that satisfying click, feeling the physical labours of the bands I love. I’m probably deluding myself, but hey, what the heck. It’s an emotional response.
How do you rationalise an emotion?
Sometimes when I get tired of typing on laptops – as my job often requires – I go back to scratching on notepads. I insist on only using Pilot’s V5 – either black or blue. And proper paper that does not allow the ink to bleed through. More often than not, the notepads my office provides are too thin. I then end up using only one side because the other side would be unusable as the ink tears through it. But because I crave the physicality of writing, I continue my task.
For that same physicality, I sometimes pocket the pencils they have at Ikea. Those pencils with their insides exposed, turned inside out. Naked to the world except for a layer of lacquer. No hard mechanics there. The wood grain feels good against my fingers, cooling. I ought to know better but it just feels natural…no MP3s, no iPhones, no laptops, no Internet. Low-tech, the way I like it.
Thanks for listening.
I love Shakespeare. Always have and always will. I have 2 complete-works-of, which were book prizes from my days as a Lit student. I love the smell of a good ‘ol wooden pencil, desktop sharpeners with the hand-winding mechanism and curly shavings. I used to get really upset if I dropped a wooden pencil for fear that the thin lead tube would break and I’d never have a satisfying time sharpening it again.
I like writing with pencils. My words look prettier than when they’re in ink. But I haven’t done that in yonks.
tony just auto-wins.
Freshly sharpened graphite makes me happy,
Especially when it is a little woody,
The mechanical ones won’t do for me,
Ain’t got that thing called tactility.
My table is a little rickety and could do with something to help stabilise it.
I will use them to write out answers to difficult questions that I always get about my love life.
I’ll stick it behind my ear/in my beret while i’m at my mixing deck doing soundchecks. I dont think I should sharpen it because it might do some unexpected lancing of my ear. I would also twirl it around my thumb like the stereotypical Chinese boy that I am. =)