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Jul Sep |
Pencils and Erasers
The draftsmen had these newfangled (Pentel) pencils when I was a draftsman's aide many years ago—no more sharpening. Those little, precise pencils that pushed out a bit more lead at the click of a button captivated me in an instant. I bought three (.5mm, .7mm, .9mm), and I haven't sharpened a pencil since.
Although I long ago gave up on .9mm, I still have that yellow Pentel .7mm in my backpack. And a .5mm is my workhorse—I have many. I can't think without them.
So it saddens me to think that my son doesn't share my pencil aesthetic. I caught him doing his math with a dull wooden pencil this evening, and I recoiled in horror. But then ... you should have seen the other end of that pencil. He doesn't share my (Staedler) eraser aesthetic, either.
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