In Which I Add To My Pantheon Of Heroes

It's waterproof, so it seemed rather wise

To wear the jacket I put on to ride

Deep Blue to work. But there was a surprise

Not caused by weather: There did slip outside

Its shoddy pocket some important stuff.

My paper brain, FIELD NOTES, it slipped out first;

My cell phone further on, and things looked rough.

But Howard Scotland, saw my book, reversed,

(He cycles, too) and picked it up. I'd grown

Already used to its loss, e'en resigned.

But Howard e- then snail mailed. Then my phone

Was Robert McIntosh's random find.

That things I value fell into such hands

Was good luck beyond reas'nable demands!

Why I Don't Want To Win A Special Edition Helvetica Moleskine Notebook

I have no love for that sans-serif type,
Helvetica, nor for the foreign-made
Moleskine notebooks. I do resist the hype
Around them (oh no! I have been betrayed
By that small stack of them upon my desk,
My NaNoWriMo project for '08;
Ignore that, please). But I'll join the burlesque.
In these hard times I tend to place more weight
On where a thing is made. Take those FIELD NOTES!
They're tiny, practical, FUTURA BOLD
And made in this here country where I votes!
But Moleskines are pretentious, boasting old
And arty, famous use, a pedigree,
A lineage that's better off, sans me.