On my way out of the common room to grab some lunch, I saw a very
interesting collection of postcards on the table near the door. I
didn’t recognize the man who owned the cards, but I complimented him
on his postcards and pointed out the Moleskine notebooks we had in
common. (That’s probably the secret handshake of people addicted to
nice writing stuff.)
When I returned to the common room to study, I couldn’t resist asking
for permission to flip through the cards. I introduced myself as well,
of course. So here’s our stranger of the day: Greg.
Greg’s been in Graduate House for a month. He’s not actually from U of
T, but he teaches New Media at Humber. He has this awesome little
scrapbook of his stuff. He’s cool. He came to coffee night two weeks
ago, so I’m just going to have to look for him at the next one. Seems
like a good person to mix into parties… =)
The cards were awesome. I laughed at so many of them. They’re clever!
I’m definitely picking up a set. I normally stay away from cards with
messages on them, preferring monogrammed gold-trimmed Crane cards for
special occasions, paper from the Japanese Paper Place for casual
cards, and cute Korean stationery for letters. But a hundred postcards
with clever illustrations! Nifty.
I am _so_ buying a set on Wednesday, along with a nice fountain pen with a broad nib…
(And yes, I was _quite_ impressed to find a guy who understands the
importance of having a proper stationery collection. Or of snail-mail
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