I’ve been using an XL Moleskine as a shop notebook for damn near a decade—one a year, like clockwork. There’s a stack of them now, seven deep, lined up like the archives of a mad scientist. And yeah, there’s a kind of romance to it. Weathered faux-leather, dog-eared pages, the smell of ink and failure. I can flip back through them like old war logs—scars from projects long buried and half-won.
But romanticism has a price… and it’s inflexibility. You want to glue a blueprint in there? Better grab the glue stick like a schoolboy. False starts? Irrelevant notes? Tough luck—they’re bound in with everything else, a permanent reminder of what didn’t work. There’s no clean way to rip pages out without tearing the soul out of the book itself.
So a few weeks back, I’m rambling about all this on The Garage Journal, foaming at the mouth like a lunatic archivist, and a name gets dropped: MeePlus. A husband-and-wife outfit making Japanese-style...
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