11_11 HandmadePH Passport Sized Synchronicity Journal

I got this passport sized traveler’s notebook from 11_11Handmadeph because I thought it would be nice to carry something smaller for a change. My journals are always so big and heavy. I figured I wanted something that’s easy to whip out and lighter to carry around. I decided to try 11_11Handmadeph because I met the maker behind it a couple of years ago during the Fountain Pen Day at SM Aura, and one of the members showed me her nice, fat, white TN that she had with her. I think that’s called natural colored leather, and the patina on that piece was gorgeous. I made a mental note to try out this journal when I decided to give a passport-sized TN a try. It’s a bit hard to buy leather TNs through shopping online because I really like to touch the leather first and make sure that I like how it feels first, so I’m grateful I got to touch one of 11_11Handmadeph’s journal before I decided to get one.

I like that the seller (Anne) was responsive and accommodating to my questions. She showed me photos of the color that I liked and we finalized the transaction in a matter of minutes. It was shipped promptly and I received it in this carefully wrapped package.

Part of what I really like about handmade goods is the kind of personalized care that makers put in everything, including the wrapping. I was excited to open the package, and of course I was so delighted to see the handwritten note and this little slip of paper that introduced the product and provided a guide on how to take care of it properly.

My first thought when I touched the leather of the journal was that I’m glad the quality of the leather is the same as I remember it. It was delightful to touch the smooth texture of the leather and see the little creases and natural markings that show the unique character of the leather hide.

This leather is just the right thickness that I like. It doesn’t feel floppy or overly tough. The cover retains its shape when I open and close the journal. I also like the quality of the elastics they used on it. It feels firm and secure. It’s also not overly thick. I like the color Anne picked for this journal, it matches really well.

I also really liked how the holes in this journal are placed. Unlike my other traveler’s notebooks, the holes are placed along the spine and not at the rear flap. This means that I don’t feel the knot of the elastic when I lay the journal flat while writing.

The holes for the inserts don’t look too intrusive, and it gives me four strands of elastic inside. Plenty of room if you’re into chunky TN setups, but it’s really more than enough for me since I usually only use 3 inserts. I like how the edges are neatly burnished and rounded.

It also  has this cute little bookmark. I’m supposing it has a letter P on it because of my name, I thought that was a nice touch. The velvety part of the leather inside was not too fluffy, I’m not sure what the term is. Overall, it just looked nice and clean. From the way the elastics are laid out to the burnished edges, rounded corners, the cut…everything about it is just nice and neat. I love that.

The journal comes with two inserts; one with cream-colored paper and one white. They’re pretty nice too. The paper is fountain pen friendly, it took even my broad nibs without any bleeding at the back. I can’t wait to customize some inserts for this journal.

Overall, I really am quite pleased with this journal. The product is well-made and uses good quality leather, and the maker behind it was really pleasant to deal with.

Blood, Bones, and Butter

Blood, Bones & Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef
Published: March 1, 2011
This foodie memoir is an interesting personal account of a chef's journey from her childhood, where she learned how to cook in the kitchen of her mother, to the winding paths that took her to adulthood. Gabrielle is the head chef and owner of Prune Restaurant in New York. This is her story. PLEASE NOTE THAT THE REVIEW CONTAINS A FEW SPOILERS. I'll try not to drop a lot of them. 🙂

I admit that I only bought this book because it's written  by a chef (so I'm expecting a lot of food references) and because the alliterative title was cute. Yes, yes, I judged the book by the title, and the cover. I mean, an upside-down chicken, what's that about (there's an interesting story behind that, apparently)? The book turned out to be very engaging. I really enjoyed reading it. I find the approach very honest and no-frills, and a unique blend of wistful and realistic. I also like that the language she used was simple and accessible. The result was a book that I found easy to connect with.

The book opens with chapters about her childhood memories, and I found it very endearing. She described the sights, sounds, tastes and experiences that shaped her early years. She described the people in her life, with a tinge of the sadness of retrospection. She described her mother and her kitchen, and how these memories from childhood endured and made her the kind of person she is today. The way that she described  her childhood and the many wonders of it, actually made me emotionally invested in the story, which made it hard to read the parts where she described how the family broke down. There were parts in the book where I felt she was  being hard on her family, but that's what estrangement feels like. It almost always doesn't spring up on you out of nowhere.

The way that she described her estrangement from her mother, for example, is honest to the point of being slightly painful to read. It's not an emotional recounting of scarring events. It's an honest description of what estrangement looks and feels like. There's the judgment you need to endure from people who can't understand how these things happen. There's the stigma of estrangement that you carry around with you and tuck away from the new people in your life until you really can't hide it anymore. There's the passing of years and years of silence, and the surprise that comes with finding out that people can change. There's the regret of not sticking around to witness that change happen, but the reality that you also just couldn't possibly have survived it if you stuck around. There's the struggle to verbalize what went wrong. All the little micro cracks that made the relationship brittle. Hamilton did a great job at tracing those faint cracks, like vague memories that have become hazy through time.

She laid down the story of her childhood in such a way that you feel that thread throughout the book, the need to belong, to love, and be loved by family. As well as all the events in her life that have been shaped by this deep, then-unfulfilled need.

She detailed the many colorful challenges she encountered early in life, and these memories are punctuated by sensory details of food and drink, of noise and scents. It's a very descriptive book, sometimes it tends to run on in descriptions, but not in a way that makes you lose your thread of thought.

She manages to lay out her personal thoughts about being a "female chef" and all the baggage that comes with the "female" part of that description. The way she described her routines while working different jobs in the food industry shows how excellent her work ethic is and how tenacious she is. She has an iron stomach, capable of bouncing back from the daily demands, disappointments, and stresses of her chosen profession.

The book is more than just a series of events, though. It's not just a narration, but carefully crafted retelling of stories that show pieces of a complicated puzzle that is her self. For better or worse, she bares herself in all her flawed glory. This is a very interesting memoir, an absolute pleasure to read from start to end.

The Last Five Books I Read

Today’s journal entry is about the last five books I read (plus a “currently reading” section). I wrote short summaries of what I found memorable about the books, what I liked and didn’t like. Feel free to use the journal prompt if you want. 🙂

Paper: Tomoe River insert
Pen: Parker Vacumatic Golden Brown, Pilot Custom Heritage 92
Inks: Montblanc Toffee Brown, Pilot Iroshizuku Shin-Ryoku

A Mother’s Reckoning

A Mother's Reckoning: Living in the Aftermath of Tragedy
Published: 2016
On April 20, 1999, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold went on a shooting rampage in their highschool, Columbine High, killing 12 students and 1 teacher, and inflicting harm on countless lives not just among students that day but among the members of a quiet, suburban community. Columbine would become a byword for school shootings, a sick kind of gold standard other disturbed young people aspire to. This book came 17 years after the tragedy, written…

"I had a short, vivid vision that I was standing with a multitude of spirits, all of whom suffered. They were all ages, sizes, and races; I couldn't tell who was male & who was female. Their heads were bowed and covered with tattered white robes. My old life had come to an end, and a new one had begun; a life in which joy, once so abundant, would simply be a memory. Sorrow, I understood with a painful clarify, would transport me through the rest of this life." - Sue Klebold

Nothing at all could have prepared me for this book. I wasn't sure at first if I wanted to read it, I was afraid of the usual money-grab that happens in the wake of a tragedy. But this book was published 17 years after what happened. Reading the official website for the book, majority of the profits go to charitable causes for suicide prevention, including including Mental Health America (MHA), National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI), American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP), American Association of Suicidology (AAS) and Brain & Behavior Research Foundation.

I came across this book in a roundabout way. I was reading Irresistible by Adam Alter, a book about behavioral addiction. He mentioned in his book that Eric Harris was textbook psychopath, but Dylan Klebold  had been suicidal, depressed. That surprised me. I read the book Columbine by David Coulter after that, curious about this piece of information. I read A Mother's Reckoning after, fresh from the insights I gleaned from David Coulter's book.

Sue Klebold's account is very simply written, it was like listening to somebody very carefully trying to recall that life-changing moment and the earthquakes that came after. Trying to balance being honest and avoiding retraumatizing the victims. I was on my junior year in college when the Columbine shooting happened, and honestly I never gave a thought to the parents of the shooters. In my mind they were just as guilty as their children for missing the signs of psychological deterioration that led to the massacre. David Coulter's book showed how Eric and Dylan lied and manipulated the adults around them, they lied even to people they consider their friends.

Sue Klebold's book is a rare peek inside a parent's perspective. It shows how she struggled with fear that her son was in the line of fire in a school shooting, and the horror that unfolded when she realized that it was her son who was doing the shooting. The book alternates pre-shooting and post-shooting memories, giving the readers an understanding that before Dylan became this monster, he was somebody's beloved son. In a very motherly, gentle way, she humanized him without removing his culpability in the shooting. It included not just tender memories of Dylan as a kind, precocious, emotionally demonstrative child, but also snippets from her journal entries before and after the shooting.

The book asks the question we all probably ask every time we read about a school shooting; how could the parents not know? Many people would like to think that they can spot a troubled child capable of horrific violence, and that only parents who don't have a good relationship with their children will miss the warning signs. We want to believe that we can easily pick out a monster from the crowd, but this book is a reminder that oftentimes, the signs are really easy to miss. In the same way that parents and other family members who had to suffer through another family member's suicide can often ask themselves how could I miss the signs? Children often manage their parents' expectations by showing them only what they want to show them. My own mother once told me that she realized how parents are often the last to know when something is not going right in their children's lives. The quality of a young person's inner life is often very well-hidden from the adults around them.

The book relates how Sue's family had to face the lawsuits that drove them to bankruptcy afterwards, how it affected her marriage, how she would spend her life both in a kind of solitary confinement and a public spotlight. The way that she described her grief, the guilt that she felt, the heartbreak of losing and grieving for her son and for the people he had hurt, it really touched me to the core.

This is an unforgettable book, and many times while reading it, I find myself crying and pausing because it's simply so emotionally overwhelming. The book ended with a recounting of how she tried to move forward with the new reality of what was now her life, and how she used the painful lessons to help other parents like her understand depression. In a community of suicide survivors, she finally found her bearings again.

The book is emotionally engaging, and written with a sensitive tone. It's insightful and honest, admitting the fact that in the end, it's quite impossible to make complete sense of tragedies such as this. It chronicles how she embraced the full immensity of grieving for the death of her son, and realizing that in spite of how she and her husband had raised him, he had done what he did.