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The 10 Tips For A Good Maintenance Of Fountain Pens
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1) Wash your pen every few weeks and whenever changing ink color.
2) Use only cold or tepid water when washing the pen. Demineralised water will work best (tap water sometimes contains particles which may clog the feed).
3) Never use hot water, alcohol or solvents as these will damage the feed or other parts of the pen irreparably.
4) Wash the pen by filling and emptying it with water (repeat this until the water is clear). If the pen uses a cartridge/converter, soak the nib section in water for some hours.
5) If you do not plan on using your pen for a prolonged period of time, empty and wash it out before storing it away.
6) Avoid using chemically treated paper, which usually has a slick feel, because it does not absorb ink well and leaves residues on the point of the nib which might clog the ink flow
7) If travelling by plane, it is a general rule to follow with fountain pens to fill or empty them completely and keep them stored in vertical position with the point upward. This will avoid leakage.
8) Do not loan your pen to anyone, as the nib adjusts only to your own writing style (i.e.: pressure and angle).
9) When not using the pen, keep it stored vertically with point upward to prevent ink from settling in and clogging the feed.
10) If your pen does not write immediately (after not having been used it for more than a month) the ink has probably dried and clogged the nib and feed. To restore the ink flow either wash the nib with water or fill and empty it with ink of same color. If it does not write yet, wash it with tepid water.
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BONUS : The Appeal Of Older Men
While mulling over what to talk about in my last blog, my husband had a suggestion I found irresistible! More joking than serious, he said, Why dont you talk about the sex appeal of older men, and call it Whos Your Daddy?
He never thought I would take him seriously. Well, as you can see, I did. By older, I am specifically talking about men past fifty. Yes, I have an eye for young stud puppets, cut and lean sex machines! But many of those to die for men look that way to attract other men. Although nice to ogle, its rather like pressing your nose against the candy store window. Drooling over the goodies is as far as you get.
The rugged virility I am talking about in older men I know about first hand. Working in the shipping industry as long as I have, I know sailors. These are not Navy sailors, they are Merchant Mariners. They have spent a good part of their lives on commercial ships, sailing all over the world. Once they came ashore, they continued to work with ships in a variety of roles.
Because of the requirements of my job, I have to travel occasionally. I have been to Singapore, Tokyo, Copenhagen, Barcelona and Norway. In all of these places, I have met sailors. Ive talked to them, drank with them and been accepted by them. Theyve told me stories that have made me laugh until the tears ran. In fact, Im writing an anthology called Hello, Sailor which will be released sometime in 2008. It is a collection of three novellas based upon the stories Ive been told by my sailor friends.
These men are career mariners. They are strong individuals, free wheeling, opinionated, wickedly funny, and sexy. Most of all God bless them they LOVE women! You might be surprised to hear that they not only love women, they respect women. Of course they tell dirty jokes! Theyre sailors after all. But whenever I have socialized with them, individually or in a group, I am treated with such courtesy it borders on gallantry. Not even my husband (dont tell him I said this!) is as courteous and mannerly as they are.
They arent pretty boys. Far from it. They carry themselves with an aura of masculinity that can only be achieved with years of self sufficiency. Being a sailor is not an easy life. Hard work and hard living show on their faces, rugged character etched in every line. Perhaps they wouldnt be considered classically handsome. They are nonetheless attractive in their manliness, maturity and individuality.
In our youth oriented culture, it is a refreshing reminder to know that sex appeal doesnt diminish as the birthday candles increase. Both men and women remain sexual beings for as long as the fire burns inside. I have every intention of keeping my fire stoked for many more years. I think my sailor friends feel the same way.
As a final note, the piece below eloquently summarizes how I feel about my life, and my writing.
In 1981, Lena Horne did a one woman Broadway show called Lena Horne The Lady and her Music. In the show, she referred to herself as a late bloomer. I find I am appreciating her comment more now than I ever have before.
Early in the show, she sang her signature song Stormy Weather, much like she sang it in the movie. Late in the shows second half, she announced her next number by saying I had to grow into this song.
And then what does she do? She sings Stormy Weather all over again. Only this time she sings it as if she had just grown into it, as if she had never sung it before. The words poured out of her, with a gospel fervor that covered her, and the audience, with sweat and tears.
I am growing into my song as Lena did hers, learning to sing it all over again, in a new way, with a new perspective. Who knew it could be this good!
While mulling over what to talk about in my last blog, my husband had a suggestion I found irresistible! More joking than serious, he said, Why dont you talk about the sex appeal of older men, and call it Whos Your Daddy?
He never thought I would take him seriously. Well, as you can see, I did. By older, I am specifically talking about men past fifty. Yes, I have an eye for young stud puppets, cut and lean sex machines! But many of those to die for men look that way to attract other men. Although nice to ogle, its rather like pressing your nose against the candy store window. Drooling over the goodies is as far as you get.
The rugged virility I am talking about in older men I know about first hand. Working in the shipping industry as long as I have, I know sailors. These are not Navy sailors, they are Merchant Mariners. They have spent a good part of their lives on commercial ships, sailing all over the world. Once they came ashore, they continued to work with ships in a variety of roles.
Because of the requirements of my job, I have to travel occasionally. I have been to Singapore, Tokyo, Copenhagen, Barcelona and Norway. In all of these places, I have met sailors. Ive talked to them, drank with them and been accepted by them. Theyve told me stories that have made me laugh until the tears ran. In fact, Im writing an anthology called Hello, Sailor which will be released sometime in 2008. It is a collection of three novellas based upon the stories Ive been told by my sailor friends.
These men are career mariners. They are strong individuals, free wheeling, opinionated, wickedly funny, and sexy. Most of all God bless them they LOVE women! You might be surprised to hear that they not only love women, they respect women. Of course they tell dirty jokes! Theyre sailors after all. But whenever I have socialized with them, individually or in a group, I am treated with such courtesy it borders on gallantry. Not even my husband (dont tell him I said this!) is as courteous and mannerly as they are.
They arent pretty boys. Far from it. They carry themselves with an aura of masculinity that can only be achieved with years of self sufficiency. Being a sailor is not an easy life. Hard work and hard living show on their faces, rugged character etched in every line. Perhaps they wouldnt be considered classically handsome. They are nonetheless attractive in their manliness, maturity and individuality.
In our youth oriented culture, it is a refreshing reminder to know that sex appeal doesnt diminish as the birthday candles increase. Both men and women remain sexual beings for as long as the fire burns inside. I have every intention of keeping my fire stoked for many more years. I think my sailor friends feel the same way.
As a final note, the piece below eloquently summarizes how I feel about my life, and my writing.
In 1981, Lena Horne did a one woman Broadway show called Lena Horne The Lady and her Music. In the show, she referred to herself as a late bloomer. I find I am appreciating her comment more now than I ever have before.
Early in the show, she sang her signature song Stormy Weather, much like she sang it in the movie. Late in the shows second half, she announced her next number by saying I had to grow into this song.
And then what does she do? She sings Stormy Weather all over again. Only this time she sings it as if she had just grown into it, as if she had never sung it before. The words poured out of her, with a gospel fervor that covered her, and the audience, with sweat and tears.
I am growing into my song as Lena did hers, learning to sing it all over again, in a new way, with a new perspective. Who knew it could be this good!
