not far from life

I'm Nofar and this is my way across life - running, drawing, writing (and doing geeky stuff occasionally, but we don't talk about that :) ).

BBC Proms preparations in progress ….


Just over 48 hours to go! 

After seeing #Takenoko on #Tabletop I decided to buy the game. I’ve played it around 10 times with my brother, the first two times with the normal rules, and all the other times with the modified rules that fix the only problem we’ve encountered with the game rules: panda cards are the easiest cards to complete. The variants we used were that you cannot complete two objective cards one after the other, and that every set of three different objectives complete give you an extra 3 points in the end. The game is gorgeous, lots of fun, really well made (the bamboo pieces are made from wood, the panda and gardener figurines are detailed and well painted, there is a little comic book that describes the rules, and the cards and tiles are beautifully illustrated). It takes 5 minutes to setup, and around 45 minutes to play, with great replayability, and really is a joy to play. 

Current fountain pens and inks in rotation, plus a close comparison of two purple inks - Diamine Pansy, from their lovely flower box- and the out of production Caran D’ache Storm. Storm is more reddish grey, pansy is deeper and more bluish. Storm, like most of the colours of the earth series displays amazing shading properties. Pansy doesn’t shade as much but does have a sheen. Diamine carnation is a super optimistic shade of pink, with great shading and outlining. Private Reserve DC Supershow green has lovely shading, but I’m not in love with the colour.


(Source: sandandglass, via ruckawriter)



Congrats to the Fred Levy and his Black Dogs Project blog. It’s an effort to correct the fact that black dogs are sadly, routinely passed over for adoption. It’s nothing but photos of black dogs against black backgrounds, it’s beautiful, and it’s about to become a book. It’ll be out in fall of 2015, and its pages will be heavy with ink.

If you yourself have a black dog, by the way, Fred still needs models… 

Um, askapoodle!

I have a black rescue dog (a poodle), and she’s wonderful. Please consider adopting a rescue dog if you can, and bonus points if it’s a black one too.

Went to the #Jaffa flea market this morning. It was super hot, but I had a great time strolling in the alleys and shops in the area.

Went to the #Jaffa flea market this morning. It was super hot, but I had a great time strolling in the alleys and shops in the area.

While cleaning a vintage #Swan #fountainpen that I hadn’t had a chance to use, the lever came clean off (the pin must have been beyond rusty). This just goes to show that dipping a fountain pen in #ink when purchasing it isn’t enough when it comes to buying vintage pens. The nib is gorgeous, as is the pen body, so I don’t want to trash it. I figured that this is the universe not only teaching me a lesson about buying vintage fountain pens, but also giving me a chance to learn something about basic fountain pen repair. So I gently removed the section, only to discover that the pen would never have taken any ink even with a non-broken lever. The sack was so gummy it stuck not only to the bottom of the pen body (and I had to tear it out), but also to itself (visible in the second photo). So I went and placed my first order with Pendemonium (or at least filled their very 1990’s order form) for some sacs, a sac spreader and some shellac. I think that I may be able to replace the lever pin with a bit of repurposed safety pin, in true Israeli style, but we shall see. 

The seller of the this fountain pen is a very nice guy, and he sold me some nice pens, but I will be more circumspect when purchasing from him again. 

#DarthVader supervising #Pilot Capless #Stormtrooper #fountainpen filling. Of course I chose #CarandAche Storm #ink. 

Being local

On the Sherut minibus yesterday a young woman handed money to the handsome grey-haired man sitting in front of her, for him to pass on to the driver, through passengers sitting on the two seats in front of him. But the guy was a tourist, and he didn’t understand why she was giving him money. “Give it to the driver, give it to the driver!” she said, in the usual impatient Israeli way. So the gentleman shrugged and got up, made his way to the front of the cab, and gave it to the driver, returning with the woman’s change. She took it, visibly embarrassed, and sheepishly thanked him, and I had a hard time keeping myself from laughing out loud.