Yes, I had a subscription to "Scientific American"

Just stumbled upon my Dec 1999 copy of "Scientific American" featuring on its cover: "what science will know in 2050." If I am hanging around in 2050, I will do a thorough check to see how our scientists have fared in building knowledge. Yay for nerding out in nursing home in the future and yay for unpacking fun in the present!

(Addendum on 05/28/13: Yes, I do acknowledge that the kind of reasoning I employed above is a apt example of how I talk myself into NEVER THROWING ANYTHING OUT, like fucking EVER. I do recognize this is a problem. I admit I need help, but first I will try being superbly organized and fitting everything into a tiny space. No, it does not help that I have a passion for packing.)

Currently reading...

If on a winter's night
A traveler
By italo calvino

And I feel delightfully dizzy.

my pencils

After two years of drawing, I have amassed a graveyard of pencils:

  

To my delight, however, I realized I now possess the awesome pencil sharpening abilities that will allow me to make more use out of these pencils. I can now go halfway into the black tip on those Steadtler pencils. It’s like discovering a hundred dollar bill under the mattress… oh so much uncovered graphite!

What the heck, here are more assemblages of my pencils…

my portable pencil case, always with me:

My back up pencil case I use to change from soft to hard or hard to soft pencils depending on what the drawing demands:

 

And finally, my treasured graphite set:

The whirlpool world perturbs me not as long as I have stocked up on sharp-able pencils.